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Chapter 18

One and only

After one very hard operation, made by knights of The Holy Order, war agreement started winning. Nobody knew how the God warrior Gabriel Van Helsing got the information about VWW 13's plans. Some said: an angel helped him, others were closer – devil's servants became his friends. The same talks appeared in vampire camp. Of course, Victor knew the truth from Gabriel himself, but kept it in a deep secret, especially from Dracula.

One day, when Diamond, Count and other older men of witches and werewolves were on the meeting in the Holy Order's camp, Maya Fern stepped out of the shadow with her own plan …

Selin was thinking about the person, she saw in the manor. She hasn't told Victor about him yet, still hoping, she wronged. This secret of hers reminded Selina Victor's words; she heard long ago and learnt, but didn't use till that day: 'look for traitors not only in the circle of wretched, but in the upper class'.

Admiring the stars, Selin suddenly thought about Van Helsing: he could leave Kiara, and she could be in the company of Lucifer and all her sins. But he didn't …

'Who are you Mister Van Helsing?' – Selina asked herself. – 'Enemy or friend?'

Question without answer …

"Hello, darling, why are you alone?" – Sel heard the sweet voice of Angelica. Unfortunate bride slimed down and looked pale and broken since her destroyed wedding, but she was still able to give her warm kind smile to everyone and didn't lose beauty of her ocean-blue eyes.

"Alone? I was just thinking …"

Angelic smiled slyly:

"About whom? The first or the second one?"

Selin looked askance at the witch:

"What do you mean?"

Angelica stared at the starry sky:

"Beautiful, really? And so romantic …"

Sel gave her an evil glance and got laugh back:

"Come on, dear! I know who fills your minds! Without reading them as you do!"

Selina became severe:

"No, you don't. And thanks: you reminded me one very important thing! See you later, O.K.?" – vampire went away noiselessly and fast as usual. Angelic lied on the ground, without carrying about her black dress, and sighed with a tired smile: "Dear, Selina, you don't want to agree with the obvious… But what road will you choose?"

"Master, may I speak with you right now? Master?" – Selin called, but there was no answer, so after two minutes waiting, she entered his tent and searched the space attentively. On the big table were no papers, but a small notice: 'I'm at the meeting. Lord V. Diamond'.

'Damn! Victor is out, and I need him so much!' – She stomped leg in impatience.

"Hello, Selina, looking for your master?" – Woman turned back and saw… Maya …

Yes, it was the first of the noble vampires. Long brown curls, streaming down her back to the waist, ardent eyes, changing colors, coral soft lips, curled in an evil smirk, 'open' dress with deep cuts, obligated her perfect figure.

Selin blindly obeyed the rules of the etiquette: bowed to the powerful noble vampire. Maya took it as due, and addressed to Sel in masterful and despising manner:

"I knew, I'll find you here or at another 'company' …"

Selina stared at Maya, playing with her long tress.

"I know that you left the camp a week ago."

Sel blinked and opened mouth to justify, but Maya Fern stopped her with graceful gesture

"Shhh … I'm not blaming you … But, Van Helsing … Are you sure?"

Selin flamed up inside, forgetting about Maya's place in society:

"Oh, really! Yeah, you right – I'm just a turned vampire – plaything of nobility … Like your lovely prize – Descartes, I'm not mistaking?" – She grinned self-complacently.

Maya laughed loudly and sparkled eyes:

"I'm not asking, with whom do you sleep? But your taste is so strange – from one to another."

"What do you mean?" – Selin asked gloomily.

"Dracula is a tidbit, but human … hm, are you serious?"

"I've never slept with Van Helsing! And you ready to fell in bed with every man, who can help you to take Victor's place! – Sel hissed back, showing long white fangs. Sharp words of turned wiped the smile from Maya's face.

"You went too far, my dear. But let's discuss our lovers later. Now – the court!" – yelled noble vampire.

"What!" – exclaimed Sel in disbelief.

Two tall werewolves with grey fur came in, took her tightly by shoulders and pulled out of the Victor's tent.

"Hey, guys, what's going on!" – asked 'prisoner'.

One of the werewolves turned his wolf-like head to her and said in a friendly tone:

"Maya paid us to accompany you to the main tent. She's a very irresistible woman, but I'm really afraid of her."

His partner nodded:

"Me, too. Maya is a dangerous enemy, I must add. Ah, by the way, my name is Alan," – he introduced himself. The other with a little bit lighter fur supported talk:

"And I'm Sedrick."

"Selina. Why do you two work on her? She's a two-faced whore, nothing more!" – said Selin, smiling to her new familiars. Werewolves exchanged glances, they heard many comments about Maya Fern, but this was the most 'truthful'.

"We need money, well, you are turned, you understand." – answered Alan. Of course Sel understood them, the most part of 'newborn' night creatures had to fight for the place under the night sky.

But still one thing that surprised her much was the word 'court'. Speculating logically, Maya has no rights to judge her without Victor's agreement. Thinking like this, Selina didn't notice how werewolves led her into the main tent with black and red flags and blazons of noble families and one big Dracula's blazon with the dragon. In the center was one iron chair and two tens draped with black velvet around; in few were sitting older men of vampire council: Terri Descartes, who was gloomy and thoughtful, he didn't like the new Maya's idea and was remembering count's order to protect every turned vampire from oppressions of nobility again and again; his eyes were empty as his broken heart, he was just Maya's toy, locked in his own prison of thoughts and memories with no strength to forget his soul mate, died long ago.

Maya was sitting to his right hand with her usual impudent smile, demonstrating low neckline of her white dress to other two older men: Rem Rodriguez and Karolus Flame – the couple were in the company of noble vampires, planning to murder devil's son. They were gazing at seductive Maya and got her incredible smile.

Finally werewolves made Selin to sit in the center and stood on the both sides of her seat. All glances rushed to Selin, who looked relaxed and even a little bit boring. Maya rose from her place and addressed to others:

"I called you here to judge this … turned – Miss Selina Kale for … - and she started enumerate all Sel's faults.

'Sounds like she blames me in all mortal sins!' – thought Selin, hearing Maya's words. Her speech longed for at least fifteen minutes, and Selina was nearly asleep as werewolves, whose yellow eyes were hardly opening.

At last Maya stopped and looked at the older men:

"Can she be punished with all strictness?"

Rem and Karolus nodded, but Terri 'awoke' from his thoughts:

"Miss Kale has right to protect herself!" – He said firmly, and got Selina's beautiful smile. Maya offended, but didn't answer, but gave Sel a gesture to speak. Woman raised, took away her blonde hair, gave a hot and charming smile to men and started:

"First. Why do you judge me without my master? Second. My actions only helped the army on the way to win. Third. I prefer to be called by name, not just 'turned', Maya, and the forth: if it's the court, why are you wearing like a whore?"

It was the last drop for Maya.

"The court convicted you. Werewolves! The whip!"

Wolf-men flinched, looked at each other and obeyed. Refusing and hissing Selin was tied to two poles in the corner of the tent, and Sedrick took the whip. She didn't call for help, just burning Maya with her hawk's eyes. Maya was the one, who enjoyed the execution. She had her own motives to hate Selina. It was Dracula. The object of her lust and desires. The man, Maya couldn't conquer. She hated all his women, brides, Anne Valerious and now Selin. She wanted to break his will and to tie him to herself, but unfortunately. Another reason was Victor, because he was the head of the council, and Maya wanted his place as much as Vladislaus in her bed. So easy … It was like a chain: Selin mates with Dracula – the count supports Victor – Victor is the head of the council – Selina has Dracula. Maya decided to break this chain, she expected Sel to die from hemp whip. It really could happen, but when Sedrick raised hand with a whip, he accidentally hurt Alan, who was standing near. Poor werewolf howled so loud, that vampires closed ears and hissed like wounded snakes. After the horrible cacophony, Alan and Sedrick started realize relations, as werewolves always act impulsively. They didn't listen Maya's orders and forgot about tied Selin, laughing in amusement. Older men were still trying to keep order, and when Alan was ready to tear Sedrick on tiny pieces, tall man figure resolutely walked into the tent. Flaming icy-blue eyes searched the space, making werewolves to stop fighting and older men to fright. Count addressed to the nobility severely:

"I hope, you're enough smart to leave," – vampires bowed and went away, besides Selin and Maya, smiling and walking closer to Vlad:

"What's the problem, count?" – She asked with lust in her eyes, but Dracula's glance better than words said: 'I'm not in mood, go away!'

So Maya left angrily, murmuring: "I'll got you, Vlad, you'll be mine soon."

Werewolves hurried to untied Selina quickly and sneaked out, arguing.

Dracula came to Sel and took her on hands in bridal manner:

"What did they do? Are you alright, my love?" – He asked, holding her carefully.

Woman laughed happily:

"I'm O.K! But if you didn't come, I …"

Vlad kissed her gently:

"Don't think about it. But are you sure, that you're fine?"

"Yes! But I'm sure; Maya will try to spoil my life again."

"Why? What did you do to her?"

"I don't know … just called her a 'whore'."

It was Vladislaus' turn to laugh:

"Every witch plus wives of men she seduced were sleeping and dreaming to do the same! Well, forget about her, I must bring you to your tent. You need to rest." – He said seriously. Selin put head on his shoulder and whispered playfully:

"Better to yours, I have only coffin in my tent, and we need bed."

Dracula smiled devilishly charming – his smile could seductive every woman, and he knew this.

Vlad put her on the black silk covering carefully, kissing her bare neck and chest. She touched his cold lips and whispered:

"Oh, come on, we both need it now!" – She undressed him quickly, but he was faster. They weren't together too long, and waiting turned them into starving animals. He started kissing area between her breasts so passionately, that left trace from his teeth on her pale skin, and licked tiny drops of blood. Selin acted the same – biting and scratching like a wild cat, moaning loudly and pleasuring him with her irresistibleness. She caressed his well-toned chest and abdomen, touching every muscle, while he was kissing her foul of mouth in French manner

Sensations were great and the passion intoxicated them.

He entered her so unexpectedly, that she flinched and arched back to feel him inside her. He put kisses on her body from her neck to the groin area and entered her once again, this time faster, letting her to sink in satisfaction. No one existed for them, just enjoyment – prison for lovers, which they didn't want to leave...

"You're so … talented in bed, I must say," – she breathed out between moans with her leg over his shoulder. Vlad raised head:

"And you're so wild, all my back in scratches!"

"Hey! It was you, who bit me twice!" – She argued, pressing him closer. He grinned wickedly and bit her above the groin:

"This is the third."

Selin got an innocently-offended look on her face and pushed him off playfully:

"Hurts!" – She said. Vladislaus kissed her soft lips tenderly, asking for forgiving. Sel smiled and touched his face lovingly:

"What do you feel with me, Vlad?" – She asked suddenly, making him to think:

"I feel … that I simply … can feel … Sounds silly?"

Selina sighed sadly.

"What's wrong?" – He asked, caressing her perfect figure.

"Nothing … But please, don't lie …"

"Lie!" – He exclaimed in disbelief, that she called him 'liar'.

"I met with men before you, who swore, that loved me, but it was nothing but lie. I don't want to hear it again …"

Vlad took her by chin gently and looked into her amber eyes, almost drowning in them.

"I can't lie to you … I … love you …"

Sel shook head, smiling sorrowfully:

"You can't love."

"I can. Valerious family disappeared in time, besides me. My 'father' released my heart. I can feel, and when I first saw you in the train to San-Francisco that fateful night, I felt that you're the one and only! You lit my heart with love! I'll give everything just to see you, to hear your voice … You're my breath of fresh air … You've stolen my heart, my beautiful thief. I love you, please, believe me!"

Selin searched his dark eyes, and saw it … love … She nodded, smiling happily, and put head on his chest, slowly felling in sweet sleep, feeling his hand, caressing her hair. She looked like an angel, so beautiful and peaceful in his grasp. 'You conquered me, my dark angel … It's so amazing – to love …" – he thought, admiring her. Warm waves covered his heart, almost making it to beat again … to beat for her – his one and only …