Angel of Beauty: Gracias again, I am glad you liked the last chapter. I hope also it is able to be followed… thank you.

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Chapter Fourteen: 1886 Cloj-Napoca

The Goddess of the Wolves

It's the Song of the Wolves

Their mantra how divine,

The Song of the wolves,

Their holy song

How fine

-"Song of the Wolves"

The Count watched the Countess Naiara's beautiful movements as she touched his chest… where his heart was supposed to be beating.

"You have a lovely heart," she said as she closed her eyes and began to envision.

"I have no heart… since," he stopped and looked away.

"Since her death," the Countess Naiara said as she placed her hand on his cheek and turned his pale face gently towards her. The Count felt a sudden chill in his lower stomach as he looked deeply into her eyes. He suddenly wondered if this lovely Lady of the Wolves was his incarnated love. His lovely Shyriyh. This gorgeous Countess.

"Lady Naiara," he said as he looked at her with a deep feeling of passion. "W-what… uh," he looked down as his face turned a strange crimson. It was odd… he hadn't blushed (or really thought he was able to) since he had become a vampire… and now… this woman…

"I am a Hell Demon, Count. I am Lord Johnny's lover. You must know him. Johnny Valentino, Queen Lily Valentino's son," the Countess Naiara said as the vampire in front of her continued to steal glances of her lovely face.

"O-oh… I kind of thought," she stopped him.

"You thought I was Shyriyh?" She asked. The Count nodded and looked away as Chantal and Sheri looked on.

"I will tell you, Count, I am not Shyriyh… but you are not far now," the Countess Naiara told him as she stroked his delicate face. He felt a tear run gently down his cheek. He hadn't felt so in over four hundred years…

"B-but—" The Countess cut him off again.

"No, no. You mustn't worry yourself so. Please. I tell you with all truth that you are so very close to your love… but I am not her," she said as she motioned Sheri and Chantal closer.

"Please Count, allow your hand to the holy Trinity and you shall find what you seek," she told him as she linked his, Sheri's, and Chantal's hands together.

"Where will I find the Trinity?" He asked, "and what am I to do?"

"You are only to watch Sheri. You will meet the third sister in a short while. For now, keep a close guard," the Countess Naiara said as she reached out and tied a silky black ribbon around his neck. Next she put her hand again over his heart. "Remember us," she said. He felt a rather pounding feeling in his head as a silver flash disturbed his vision.

"Vlad?" He opened his eyes and saw Aleera leaning over him as well as Marishka and Verona.

"Vlad, are you alright?" Verona asked in her deep, seductive voice as she lifted him up and placed him on the bed next to Aleera.

"Y-yes," he said as he gazed into the eyes of his lovely brides. He suddenly realized that he had been with them the entire time… his body at least… was it all a dream? The Countess Naiara? Was she just a dream? He reached towards his neck and felt no ribbon. Remember us, she had said. But it wasn't something to remember… just a dream. No ribbon.

"What happened to you?" Marishka asked as she bounced onto the bed next to him and stroked his pale cheeks.

"I… I don't know," he said as he allowed her to touch his chest and lie down on it. "Perhaps I just stood up too fast," he said as she began to open his shirt. "Vampire blood rushes much slower after all… since it is… coagulated and—" He tried to maintain his sophisticated demeanour while Marishka licked his bare chest gently.

"What is this?" Verona asked as she picked a ribbon off the floor. A black silk ribbon. Remember us.