We wish you a Merry Christmas!

We wish you a Merry Christmas!

We wish you a Merry Christmas

And a Happy New Year!

Good tidings we bring

To you a good cheer!

Good tidings for Christmas

And a Happy New Year!

I wish you a Happy New Year! Well, in Russia - New Year is the greatest holiday! So I made two new chapters for you as a congratulation!

Sincerely yours -Russian vampire-

Chapter 14

Maya's first steps

When Victor was 'alive', he debugged the outdated order of the Council's politics. First of all he conducted the reform that gives right to the older men to choose dominant vampires and vote to decide who'll be the head of the Council. Before this reform strong and powerful ones solved discords with internecine wars.

In a new Council meeting Maya Fern decided to use Victor's reform against his son; she knew that older men are in doubt about Valdemar's ruling, so it was her chance. She put on one of her the sexiest dresses and ordered her guard to accompany.

Older men felt that something is going to happen, they tensed on their seats, staring at Valdemar and Maya, who set near Diamond. Dracula exchanged glances with Selina; as usual she was standing behind Valdemar as other guard-leaders, and looked quite worried.

"I'm glad to see you here … Lets first honor the memory of those who fell in the battle."

A vampire clad in all black appeared with a tray of goblets with blood. By tradition older men (plus count) drank the blood, letting few drops to fall on the floor. When vampires finished the ritual, Maya rose from her seat and exclaimed:

"But don't forget about Lord Victor! I think we both upset because of his early left. Maybe we'll remember one very interesting law he created."

"What law?" – whispered someone.

Maya smirked and started walking around the table.

'Bad sign … what is she thinking about?' – Dracula tried to understand, meeting eyes with hers.

Maya stopped near him, put hand on his shoulder and stooped to his ear, but said so loud that everyone could hear:

"A circle vote … We can see two leaders on Victor's place – me, of course, and Valdemar Diamond, if he wants to fight."

"If only you need this …"

"Yes! But first, guard, leave now! It's a private party!"

Guard left and Selin squeezed Valdemar's shoulder on luck.

"Good! Let's start!"

"I don't like it … Too quiet …" – said Sel to her guys, while they were waiting the end of the voting on the roof.

"Calm down, I'm sure they'll choose Valdemar! Count's on his side."

"Yeah, but he can't vote …"

"If the voices will separate, he'll have the last word, you know."

"Hope so …"

Lora put head on her shoulder.

"We can only wait …"

Twenty minutes passed, and still no signs … Selina was walking around with hands behind her back.

"Why so long?"

"Oh, you know they need time to count votes …" – replied Lora, watching her moving. Alex and Mirek set close to the edge of the roof, keeping eyes open.

"But what if Maya'll order her dogs to …"

"Kill Valdemar? She can't do this when we're here! Relax, boss. By the way! Congratulations! You're a bride of the great count Dracula! Fantastic! Those bustards from the Order spoiled your betrothal. But don't worry, we'll make such a cool party for you! I know one guy who can bring five liters of turbid."

"Really? Have you forgotten how we dragged Alex to the closest healer on the previous 'party'? And then for the whole week I muddled John with Victor."

Girls laughed, remembering that funny story.

"Since that time I promised myself never to drink turbid water." – added Mirek, turning to them.

"Oh, yeah … it was awful! When we brought Alex into Vina's home, he tried to …"

"Shut up, Sel, it's not funny! I didn't mean anything bad …"

"Aha! You've just lost your pants!"

"Maybe you'll finish discussing dirty details of your dissolute lives?" – Valdemar broke their talk. He was smiling, it meant …

"They chose you!" – Selin embraced him tightly.

"Not all, but count gave his voice to me! It was decisive!"

"I imagine how angry Maya is!"

Angry … too soft word to describe her mood. She was ranting and raving. Even Terri saw her in such state only after Victor exiled her son Romulus. He grabbed her by shoulders and squeezed tightly:

"Maya, my love, my queen, my goddess, calm down. It's not an end of the world."

"Terri, Terri … It was my place! I should be the head of the Council, not that stupid …!" – she was so depressed that couldn't find a word in her large vocabulary. Maya fell on her bed in exhaust, breathing heavily. Terri started kissing her bare neck and chest, hoping to make her more peaceful.

"Maybe I ask too much, Terri? I thought I suffered enough to deserve it. I lost my son, my dream (she made a pause, thinking about Vlad) … What else? Witches hate me, that turned whore laughs behind my back… (she touched Terri's cheek lovingly) But I still have you?"

"Of course, Maya, I'll never leave you. We'll always be together, I promise."

She kept silence for a while, letting him to undress her slowly. But when he started opening her legs, Maya awoke suddenly. She set with that devilish smile which says only one: 'I have a plan'.

"I know what to do!"

Vampiress put on her dress and went out of her chamber, leaving Terri alone. He hurried to follow.

She took a key in her cabinet, then opened a narrow door made of spoken tree and came into the big room with pentagram on the floor and shelves of books written on demonic language.

"Want to curse Valdemar?" – asked lover, watching her flipping through the pages of a thick book in black cover.

"No, I've just thought how to make Lady Sylvia and her witches – my allies and get the strongest power than they have."

"But how?"

"Oh, elementary, my dear Descartes, elementary. I'll call one demon."

"Demon?"

"Aha! Here it is!"

Maya breathed deeply, slowly drowning in trance. Pupils enlarged and eyes became dark black, she started whispering something in monotone. Faster and faster … When her voice came to the top, she screamed so loud that Terri fell on the floor, covering his ears with hands.

The pentagram shone brightly and a demon with long horns and black sticky skin appeared in the center.

"Damos, my complaisant demon, bring me the baby born in Saint Christmas Day, bring me the Ancient power!"

Damos bowed and disappeared in the gloomy air of the room.

"The Ancient power?" – asked Terri in disbelief.

"Yes. Now she'll be mine!"