Queen of the Damned
Chapter 10: The Thoughts of the Damned
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A/N: You would think I was dead. I don't know why haven't updated. I guess I just got another block for this story after he last chapter and kind of forgot about it. I don't know what I can say except PLEASE FORGIVE ME! Hrm . . . Does that satisfy? I love you all so much for pushing me on and being more faithful to this story than I was. It's people like you that give authors their drive to write. My love to you all!
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Lady Lestat: Sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you enjoy this next chapter seeing how its all just gonna pour out of my head. (I seriously have no idea what to write.)
Nikki-Envy: I wish I could tell you what happens next. I wish I new. I need to see the movie again. Anyway, I'm sure my mind will come up with something.
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The blonde beauty stood by a monstrous beast, an ugly disfigurement disgraced by itself alone. His skin was pale, green-gray, as if he had once been dead, not unlike Nerys. He had been given a life without its opinion, given a cursed life he had never wanted. But as it turned out, he was far more important than originally intended, and death could simply not end the problem. After him would be another, and another who suffered for the sake of a demon.
"What a pitiful world in which we exist," Nerys muttered. Her sun locks fell over her shoulder, the tips gently tickling the shoulder of the sad soul. He moaned and jerked around, trying and failing to break free from his frozen prison. He had known for long, now, what Dracula wanted with him, and it was not for his own life that he was concerned. He knew of the evil that resided in Castle Dracula and was reluctant to let it out into the open world. But doom was upon them, and his death was imminent.
"God will punish you for your deeds, vampire!" he spat out. Nerys's face turned from its curious glow to a nasty grimace. She grabbed his head by the thin tuff of hair there and bent his neck backwards to meet her eyes.
"Who are you to speak of God! I did not ask for this, and yet I am doomed falsely!" Nerys hissed into his hair. She was surprised by her own actions. Just weeks ago, hadn't she been rejoicing at her chance to attend a church? To walk in the warm sun and adorn herself with crosses and rosaries? As if coming out of a daze she unclenched her hand let the monster's head drop back down. Her face glittered with dizziness and confusion.
"Besides, you and I are not so different," she stated in an attempt to recover herself. She pulled her hair back over her shoulder and tucked it behind her ear. "Are we not shunned for something we did not choose?"
"We are very different! I fight for one cause and you fight for your greed. Or the Count's, for that matter. I find it hard to believe that you did not want what he offered to you," said he, his hands forming fists in his frustrated state. Nerys circled him, deep in thought, trying desperately to remember. Had she wanted it at the time? In her state, she probably did. But God knows she didn't want it now, and regretted ever thinking she did. At that moment, something came over her, and she bent low next to his face.
"My deepest apologies, bambino perso(1)," Nerys uttered before laying a soft kiss on his scarred forehead. She stepped back as Dwergi approached, hauling the chained block of ice into the tower drop. The slipped hooks into their places and pushed the beast over the edge, letting him dangle in mid air as they left. Nerys gave him one last glance before pulling down the massive iron gates that shielded him.
"I'm sorry." Her blonde trailed behind her as she left the solid ground and leapt into the air. She landed next on the great bridge between the towers. Carefully, she poised herself on the edge, watching the snow fall from the black skies.
She hated this place. Well, she hadn't before. It had been her home for so many years that everything came natural. But it truly was a bitter ambience. It was always cold without a heat source about. The freezing ice was far past powdery snow, where one might make a snow angel. No, even the thing she had loved as a child had been twisted against her. But by now, most things were like that. Her mind wandered back to when she had first met the Count. He had seemed so like the light in the dark, a savior come for a burdened maiden.
Nerys had loved him, truly, once when he was all she had. He had made everything all right, and she trusted him. When she cried he would kiss her knuckles and pull her into an embrace. But this is a funny, demented world. For so long she had believed in him, to the point where she would make something up about him to blind herself from the evil he was.
It wasn't 'til he had turned her that she allowed herself to realize his lack of heartbeat. How cold his skin was. His fingers had once left fire on her skin, but they had turned to ice, like the rest of him.
But something had changed, and her mind was befuddled as she tried to figure it out. Had he diverted himself to something new, or had she finally bent to him? And what were these strange dreams she was having? The didn't make any sense-
What was that?
Nerys focused her keen eyes on a section of the thick night where she had seen a miniscule flash. And there it was again, stronger this time. And it flashed once more and stayed, staring intently at the wondrous demon. Feeling eyes on the back of her head, she spun around, finding herself only inches away from her husband's face.
"Your stealth is growing, Dracula," Nerys mumbled, thrown off her thought at his sudden presence, let alone his intimacy.
"Nay, you are losing your touch, Nerys," said he, her name rolling off the tip of his tongue. "Tell me, what thought holds your mind that I might be able to sneak up on you?"
Quickly, Nerys glanced back behind her into the sky, but the light was gone. She looked back to the vampire lord and a revelation dawned on her. How had she known and he not?
"There is a werewolf in the castle." Dracula looked surprised in the least. There was no way he couldn't sense it and she could.
"Like I said, wife. Something protects your mind and it is not me."
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A/N: There, it's not much, but I'm still thinking up the next chapter. Thanks everybody!
(1) bambino perso means lost child in Italian.