January 28th 1667
London England, Catherine has been made to court the Duke of Wessex's son Peter Ramsey, something that she rather not do as Peter is nearly a decade older than her, and he enjoys whoring himself about, Peter is a tall slim man with long blonde hair, he used to be handsome, but he's lost a lot of weight and his face seemed sucked in, he's a widower as his wife Lady Rebecca died during childbirth and so did the child, something that is very common. Catherine much rather court Peters younger brother Richard who is 14 but very funny and quite cute, he also looks into Catherine's eyes when they talk and not at her breasts, she's told her father this, but he laughed and said that Richard was still a child and Peter was fertile and heir to the Duke of Wessex, so a much better match for Catherine.
Catherine and her parents and Peter and his parents are out at the theater watching Hamlet a play wrote by William Shakespeare, someone Catherine enjoyed reading as his writing always captivated her, and he seemed to have traveled a lot, hopefully one day Catherine will get to travel the world and see all the beautiful places that she's read about.
During the break of the play they are conversing between themselves "so Thomas, what does thy think of the horrific murders up in the north of England?" The Duke of Wessex asked, quite an old looking man similar in age to Arthur Aspinwall, "not a lot Philip, but the man or men that are doing these horrific acts seem to be making themselves down towards us my friend." He says, knowing that it could only be a vampire or werewolf, as no human would do the things that he's heard. Catherine is in her own little world partly listening to her father talking about the murders, then she felt a chill over her body feeling marques Ramsey's fingers slide ghostly over her forearm.
Catherine shifted and successfully pulled her arm away from her potential suitor. "Is thou enjoying the play Lady Catherine?" Peter whispered to Catherine, which sent an unpleasant shiver straight down Catherine's spine after the feeling the warmth of his breath touch the skin of her shoulder. Remaining polite, Catherine tossed him a small smile and stared straight ahead, pretending to be enthralled by the performance, as the actors retake to the stage. "There are few people in England who could possibly have more true enjoyment of Shakespeare than myself, or natural better taste." Peter's dark brown eyes studied her profile then dropped to her cleavage.
He swallowed, desperate to control his basic arousal. "I'm sure that is true heir Peter." Catherine says to him without looking at him. "Have I mentioned this evening, Lady Catherine, thou art indeed the most heavenly creature in all of London?" Wearing a tight smile across her face, Catherine replied, "Yes, you have. Thank you, heir Peter." She shifted her gaze back to the performance. Peter leaned over towards again and sheepishly whispered, "Lady Catherine." Catherine stops him before he can finish "Please, sir, call me Cat." Catherine whispered. Peter smiled at her polite command, which only added his confidence in courting the young Miss Ledger. "Lady Cat" Peter began, Catherine turns to him and backs her eyes "yes?" She responded "may I accompany you after the performance. It is my intention, if I may remain close to thee throughout the rest of the evening." Catherine released a small breath and looked forward.
In the corner of her eye, she could see her parents looking back at her and Peter, curious of how the interaction was going. Internally praying to God or anyone who could help her escape, which she knew did not exist, Catherine collected herself and replied with forced politeness, "If God is willing. But that would delight me greatly, heir Peter." She tells him with a fake smile.
Gleaming with pride at himself and the outcome of Catherine's response, Peter smiled and reverted his gaze back to the performance happening in front of them. It felt as if the all the noise of the room had faded into the ether when Catherine felt a strange sense of being watched. Her green eyes shifted across the aisle to her mother and father, their attention was focused straight ahead. Catherine's brows pinched together as she slightly darted her gaze around the room without raising interest in her new averted attention. Unable to find the source of the strange feeling of being watched, like most things in Catherine's life, she swallowed the discomforting chill that shimmied down her spine and gave what was left of her attention back to the performance. During the after-party, Catherine walked with Peter. Her hand placed over his and went over to their parents conversing in the dining hall.
"Art thou saying Thomas that thou dost not like Hamlet?" asked Philip Ramsey. "Nay, for thy have never enjoyed the theater, thy only comes because thy wife and daughter enjoy Shakespeare's plays." He tells him. Henry's wife Elizabeth did not care for Thomas Ledger. There was something shady and slimy about the head of the Ledger family. Elizabeth and Henry knew Thomas paraded his daughter across England and France like a show horse. Honestly, Philip wouldn't have bothered giving the shady Duke a chance if it weren't for Catherine.
With their son being a widow and the heir to be Duke of Wessex there isn't a better match than Lady Catherine, The children she'd bear would be strikingly beautiful. Elizabeth had no doubt in her mind that with Catherine at her Peter's side, they would be a power couple all over England and possibly Europe. "I'd say, they are quite a match, Princess Ledger." Elizabeth Ramsey, Duchess of Wessex whispered to Iduna as they watched Catherine, escorted by Peter walk closer to them. "I dare say they are, Duchess." Iduna agreed, pleasantly happy with this arrangement. There have been many men, her daughter had been presented too, but Peter seemed likely to treat her Catherine honorably, even though herself and Catherine would much prefer young Richard, or Lord Benjamin Aspinwall before he died.
But Iduna believes that Peter will be a fine match as he does come from a fine family. The Ramsey's are a high-class and a respected family. But despite all of this, she could see the look in Catherine's eyes. Iduna is able to recall all the many fantasy stories she'd tell her daughter about magic and a Prince that she'd marry for love. Sadly, those were only stories. If Thomas died, Christopher would take over and if he wanted to, he could force Catherine to marry who he chose, and he could make her remarry as well Catherine needed to marry. It was pivotal that she marry extremely well in order to avoid living in total destitution.
She was already 18 years old in a few days with no time to spare. Arriving into the conversation between the Duchess and her mother, Peter gave Catherine a small and cocked his chin up high, proud to present the woman that could be his wife. He could feel the eyes on him, gleefully happy to display the beautiful yellow-haired woman in his company. "Peter, my boy," heir Peter turned to his father's voice. "Yes father?" Peter replies. "Come tell us of your thoughts about the play and the murders up north." His father asked. Apologetically, Peter looked at Catherine then removed his hand from hers, turning away to join the conversation with the men.
Catherine barely listened to the empty conversation between her mother and the Duchess of Wessex. She wanted to go and take off this ungodly heavy gown and crawl into her nice warm bed. The odd feeling of being watched lingered over Catherine once more. It felt as if the small hairs on the back of her neck stood up and a chill spiraled down her spine. Glancing back over her shoulder, Catherine turned her eyes about the room, in search of a gaze that was on her, but found no one. Looking to the left, Peter was lost in conversation with her father and his father. Catherine just counted down the minutes when she can finally leave and go home. From the shadows and the crowd of people Michelle and Clarissa are watching Catherine, as Sean would draw too much attention if he was to attend, so he's out on his own. Michelle wants to turn her but with Lord Benjamin ripping his way down south, it has all the high-born scared as Catherine's father won't let her wonder off out of his sight she's too important to his political chances. Michelle will bide her time as she senses great strength inside Catherine. "Do you think she'll be good sire?" Clarissa asked, eyeing up Catherine with lust and hunger in her eyes. "No Clarissa I think that she'll be magnificent." She says with a smile.
February 2nd
Thomas Ledger has thrown Catherine an 18th birthday Ball, just to announce that she'll be marrying heir Peter Ramsey in April, he hasn't told his wife or Catherine this, but a few of his closest friends know. Catherine is sat on a table with Lady Sarah, as Clare wants to drool all over her and trying to get her drunk, they look over and Rachel is hanging on to Lord Gunther's arm looking board after her father sold her like a prized horse. "She doesn't look to happy." Sarah says with a giggle. "No she doesn't, but it can't be nice what she's going through, thou wouldn't like to be in that situation." Catherine tells her. Sarah smiles and nods "how are things going with heir Peter Ramsey?" She asked.
Catherine just shakes her head and has a sad smile on her face "he's a gentleman when we've been out together, but he doesn't seem to have a sense of humor, that could be to do with loosing his wife and child." Catherine tells her. "That's nice, let's hope he stays like that once thou art married." Sarah tells her. Catherine looks at her in shock "what does thou mean married?" Catherine asked as she's never heard anything about this. "Thou father is marrying you to Peter to gain heir Patrick Aspinwall's seat on the King's court. Peter will probably whore you out to the King as well, so he can get a seat." Sarah tells her. Catherine is raging and stands up to go find her mother to see if it's true. Sarah watches her leave and through the crowd she sees Lord Benjamin Aspinwall within the crowd, this shocks and confuses Sarah as she knows him to be dead.
Lady Catherine finds her mother and pulls her to one side to ask. "Mother why is thy father trying to sell me off like a whore?" she asked rather upset. "Hush my Catherine, you art't to say thy things, it's not lady like my dear" her mother said with a stern voice. "But I heard father speak to Duke Philip Ramsey, that he is to marry me to his son Lord Peter, and I was to become one of the king's mistress, so Peter can get on the king's court" she says with tears forming in her eyes. "Enough Catherine, I will hear no more of this" her mother says to her in a stern voice. Catherine storms off and her mother watches her leave and so does the plump young Lady Sarah, and she also sees Benjamin.
Once outside Catherine walks into the garden's and sits on her bench, a place she comes when it's dry to read and to pray to God. That is what she does she begin to pray to God for strength to get through these difficult times. "You are so beautiful." A man says to her, Catherine turned to the thick eastern European voice, there stood a tall handsome man with deep chocolate brown eyes, long black hair and pale skin. "What is a woman of your station doing out here in the darkness of night" the man asked. "Thy just needed some fresh air good sir" Catherine replayed. The man cocked a wide smirk at her answer. "I have searched the world for you, I have yearned for you" the man said. "That is quite unlikely as we haven't been introduced" Catherine says to the beautiful handsome man before her. "I must apologize I am Vlad Tepes 3rd, and you are Lady Catherine" Catherine felt a bit of fear from the man's words, as she read about Vlad when she was a girl, the beautiful worrier who killed his own people just to scare off the Turks, but how can this man be him as Vlad died in the 1400s. "Dracul!" She says just above a whisper.
"Do not shy away from me my dear, none of them are worthy to be in thy presence, they will never understand Lady Catherine" Vlad says to her with a seductive tone. "Understand?" Catherine asked. "Your spirit is bright, brilliant and blinding" Vlad said. "It is?" Catherine asked "It is, and I could show you a wonderful world of immortality and pleasure." Vlad states. "Show me." Vlad tilted her neck and bit her and made her a vampire. "So you turned her, does thy think that she will be magnificent sire?" Benjamin asked. "I have no doubt about it my Childe, let us leave this place and get a bite to eat." Vlad and Benjamin walked off into the night leaving young Catherine's body behind.
Once they leave Lady Sarah comes outside for some fresh air and finds Lady Catherine's body. She screams out for help. The guards and the guest all come running out, Catherine's mother and father drop to their knees and hold their daughter and cry uncontrollably.
February 5th
Essex England the cemetery just after sunset, Vlad decided to allow Benjamin and his other Childe Andrew to go out and hunt on their own, he wishes to be alone with Catherine when she raises this evening. Vlad is near Catherine's grave when his nose picks up the scent of a fledgling, but his hearing picks up two other vampires, Tatiana, Clarissa and Sean walk over to Vlad, and Tatiana does not look happy. "Hello Lady Tatiana, what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" Vlad asked with a smirk. "She was to be mine, I've been stalking her for weeks, trying to find the right time to turn her." Tatiana tells him as she stared daggers at him. "I'm sorry Tatiana, I so an opportunity, so I took it. I honestly didn't know that you wanted her." Vlad says still smiling at her. "She would have been magnificent with we, she'll just be an idiot with you, or she'll leave you like Elizabeth did. I know you knew that I wanted her. You've made a powerful enemy this day Vlad." She says and all three walk off. Vlad just watches them leave with a smirk, then his hearing picks up the sound of dirt moving.
A hand broke through the earth. Catherine slowly crawled her away out from the grave, gasping for air that was unneeded. She pulled herself from the dirt and noticed a hand holding out for her to take. Taking the extended hand, Catherine pulled herself to her feet with Vlad's assistance. Breathing hard, Catherine's eyes moved around the darkness with a shock.
Confused as to what had happened. She remembered leaving the party to get some air in the gardens then it all went black until she found herself buried in a coffee six feet under. "Welcome to my world, Lady Catherine. It hurts, I know, but it shall soon pass. Birth is always painful." Vlad tells her. "What happened?" Catherine asked feeling rather confused Vlad let his blue eyes dance around her. Even stained with dirt, his new Childe was just as mesmerizing beautiful. "You have been reborn into your gift. It took three days, which is quite long, as it's normally two days only my youngest son took this long." he says to her, "You must of had a pure soul." He tells her. "My soul?" She asks herself just above a whisper. The words sounded foreign to her ears. "The darkness is where you shall rule. The darkness is your power." Taking a step on wobbly legs, Catherine released the hold on Vlad's hand and stood up straight.
She felt a string of untapped power run through her dead veins. She felt strong, she felt very strong. But more importantly, the pain of emptiness and the suffocation she had felt throughout the course of her young life was gone. Free at last. Vlad can see it in her eyes "You feel it? Your power." Vlad smiled with pride, watching his fledgling closely. So much control, nothing like Amon who is a wild animal. "Yes. I can feel it." Catherine faced him with a look of question on her face.
"I can hear heartbeats, the thumping of thy hearts they beat only a few miles from where we are, and the blood coursing through their bodies. It's deafening." Catherine says to Vlad. "That is correct Catherine." He says to her, Catherine felt a stomach cramp of starvation. She faced her Sire and asked in a soft child-like voice, "Is this a dream?" She asked him. Vlad stepped towards and took her dirty hand at her side. He held her hand to his lips and brushed his mouth over her knuckles, "It is not a dream." Vlad slowly circled her, toying the loose strands of her messy yellow hair. "You can now truly have whatever you desire, my Lady Catherine The world will fall to their knees for you. What do you desire?" He asked her with lust in his eyes. A sinister smile tugged across Catherine's lips. She knew exactly what she desired.
Thomas and Iduna sat at either end of the long wooden table, eating their meals in complete silence. Hearing Iduna's sniffles from crying for days from the loss of their daughter, Thomas lifted his gray eyes from the plate he had been blankly staring at and glared at his wife. Masking his sorrow for the loss of his only child with brash annoyance, Thomas clenched his jaw. "Will you stop your feeble tears?" His voice was low and threatening.
The anger he felt for the death of his daughter riddled his bones. Fear also weighed heavy on him now that his only ticket to get on the King's court has gone. Iduna quickly wiped her fallen tears, trying desperately to gain control of herself. Catherine was a quiet child that blossomed into beauty in her early teenage years. It was then, that Thomas knew that he could use his daughter and get what he really wants.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Startled, both Thomas and Iduna looked into the direction of the front door with a frown on their faces. "Who the bloody hell could that be at this hour?" Annoyed at the visitor, Thomas tossed the fork onto the plate. Iduna stood from the table and excited the large dining room. Walking through the great hall leading to the front entry, the butler opened the door just as Iduna lifted her head with a gasp. She paused mid-step and stared at her disheveled daughter standing on the other side of the doorway.
Quickly, Iduna crossed the distance to the front door. For a long moment, they stared at one another without saying a word until Iduna suddenly wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace. "Oh, my dear girl, My sweet Catherine." Iduna says in Norwegian. "Iduna! Who the devil is it?" Thomas called out from the other room. Pulling herself slightly from the hug, Iduna cupped Catherine's face as tears glistened in her blue eyes. "Come in, my darling. Please, come in." Iduna grinned happily and wrapped her arms around Catherine again.
"Bartholomew, please go and find Mrs Bury or Zoe, Lady Catherine would want a bath and new clothes." Iduna address the butler. "Right away, my lady," Bartholomew bowed his head and walked to the servant's door to find the lady's maid, rather confused, he thinks that the Princess has gone mad, as he never so anyone. "Iduna?" Thomas stood at the entryway. His gray eyes widened in bewildered shock. Iduna wrapped her arm around Catherine's shoulders and hugged her into her side. "It's a miracle. The Lord hath answered our prayers. She's back. Our little girl is back to save us from destitution. Praise be in the Highest!" Iduna pushed the fallen strand of Catherine's dirty hair behind her ear. "Hello, Father," Catherine smiled sweetly at Thomas and took a step towards him.
Skeptical, Thomas took a step backwards, weary of his resurrected daughter. There was something not quite right with her. For the life of him, Thomas didn't know what was missing. The daughter that he knew had a certain kind of 'light' in her. Her beautiful green eyes were always so vibrant with life but the eyes he looked into now were different. They were filled with nothing but an abyss of emptiness. "Father" Catherine says to him with a smile that could send child up your spine. "I buried you." He said, glaring narrowly at the blonde standing in front of him. "How dost thou walk?" Catherine looked him in the eye and said, "God's hand guided me through the darkness where I was lost. I wandered in the night and could not find you." she says "You were touched by an angel." Iduna stared at her daughter with wide eyes of awe.
Slowly, Catherine turned her chin in Iduna's direction and paused. Catherine's green eyes hauntingly lingered on Iduna. After a minute, Iduna uncomfortably shifted on her feet as a chill shot straight down her spine. The middle-aged woman took a small step back, away from her daughter. "No," Catherine replied. Iduna took another step backwards, moving towards Thomas. "I've been touched by the Devil." Catherine turned her chin back to her father wearing her true demonic features.
Thomas and Iduna yelped with fright and stumbled backwards into the dinning room trying to get away from their demonic daughter. Catherine flashed them a fanged tooth smile, enjoying the melody of their racing hearts. "Be gone, unclean thing!" Thomas threw whatever was near him at Catherine. "A demon is unwelcome in a house loyal to our savior, Jesus Christ!" He shouted as if his words would magically eject Catherine from the home. Thomas then ripped a wooden crucifix from the wall and held it into Catherine's face.
Calm and unaffected, Catherine slowly walked into the dinning room and followed her mother and father into the next room. Thomas grabbed a knife on the table and charged at his daughter. Catherine caught him by with a hand wrapped around his throat. "You can't hurt me anymore, my dear father. You can't use me or make me a whore." She clenched her hand tighter around Thomas's neck, listening to his gasps for oxygen. "You shan't hurt anyone again." Catherine dropped her hand away. Thomas plummeted to the ground with a thud.
Crawling away against the wall where Iduna huddled and cried, he wrapped his arm around his wife, and they began to recite, "Our father which art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth, as it is in Heaven" Catherine tilted her head to the side and watched them as they prayed to their Lord. She smiled. Moving closer to her parents, Catherine reached out a hand and grabbed Iduna by her hair, forcing her onto her feet. An-an-and lead us not into t-temptation, but deliver us from evil" Iduna continued to recite with a shaky voice terrified of her impending death, "and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtor's" Catherine grinned, "Oh my dear mother, why dost thou look so lachrymose?" Iduna screamed as Catherine sank her fangs into her neck.
The taste of the hot blood being sucked out from her mother's body felt euphoric. Catherine felt strong and powerful as her starved body regenerated its strength. She could hear Iduna's heartbeat stop. Ripping her fangs out, Catherine tossed Iduna's dead body aside and looked down at her father. "Abomination!" Thomas screamed out, terrified for his own life. "You are a weak little man, thou art nothing but a waste on this earth." Catherine said to him. "Thou hast never deserved to live, my dear father." Catherine knelt down in front of Thomas and smiled at him sweetly.
Thomas crossed himself again, "I pray to thee, my Holy Savior. Give me strength and protection, Father." Catherine lifted her eyes to the ceiling and waited for the act of God's hand upon her but nothing came. She lowered her gaze back down to Thomas and smirked, "Hm, I fear he doth not hear you." Catherine held up her finger, pretending that she heard a sound, but it was nothing. "God hath never looked at this house. He hath been ignoring us for a long time. If he was listening to my prayers, well, then, God would have killed you long ago, but, alas, it is what I must do." Grabbing Thomas by the back of his head, Catherine violently bitten into the column of his neck and felt delighted by his cries of agony.
Catherine jerked Thomas's head to the side when it snapped from the force. Catherine removed her mouth from Thomas's neck then shoved his body away. Moving to her feet, Catherine stared down at her dead parents. Tilting her head slightly to the side, Catherine noticed the knife on the floor. She bent down and picked it up from the floor and slowly approached her father with an idea in her mind. Stepping back to observe her work, Catherine squinted her eyes and smiled with satisfaction.
A few hours later in the town square. "Your beauty only becomes more breathtaking." Vlad says as he appeared behind Catherine, looking over the display left out in the center of the town square for all to see once the sun rises. "I felt inspired." Catherine said, pressing her back against his front as his arm slowly wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. Tilting her chin up to look at him, Catherine fell into the depths of his dark eyes that shined under the bright moonlight. Slowly lowering his head, Vlad gently brushed his lips over hers in a kiss that promised her an eternity of adventures and wonderment. Smiling to the new undead life that had been gifted to her, Catherine buried herself in his arms wrapped around her.
Together they stared at the display in front of them. The blood still dripping out from the decapitated bodies diced apart and strategically laid on the ground slipped between the cracks and crevices of the cobblestones. Above the bodies were two heads impaled onto two different spikes. Reaching for Catherine's hand, Vlad turned her attention back to him. She watched as his lips brushed over her knuckles. "Come, my dark creation, sunrise is upon us." He held out his elbow for her to take. Catherine accepted his hand and let him wrap it around his elbow.
In the horizon, Catherine could see the sun beginning to rise. Excitement flowed through her deadened veins though she wished she could witness the reactions of the people to see her artistic creation.
The scent of the early morning sunrise had a certain damp smell to it, Catherine discovered lying in bed staring at the thick black curtains covering the large windows. She felt bored and much too excited to sleep, wishing that she could see the town's reaction to her horrific display. She wanted to hear their blood-curdling screams and bask in their expressions of horror. Taking a deep unnecessary breath, a habit she doubted she'd ever stop, Catherine sat up in the four-poster bed. The red bedsheet fell from her naked body. Her eyes lifted to the ornate fanciful carvings in the wood which was also decorated by a colorful trim and luxurious heavy fabric curtains to enclose the bed on all four sides.
Pushing her long tousled blonde hair out of her face, Catherine's eyes went to her sire asleep beside her. The bedsheet covered up to his waist. His white skin was pale, he looked dead unlike her. She looked down at her arms noting that her skin kept its sun-kissed hue. Catherine wondered if it would fade in time. Her gaze went back to her sire turned lover. Vlad was quite handsome with high and defined cheekbones, dark low hanging brows, and full puckered lips.
Vlad was thin but athletically built with defined outlines of muscles. Catherine felt a sudden urge to push the strands of his long black hair off of his forehead, but she refrained. Carefully, Catherine got out of the bed and grabbed a thin silk kimono robe. She walked across the large master bedroom putting on the robe but did not tie its belt around her waist; she didn't care about her exposed nude body.
Standing at the black curtains, Catherine could hear a muddle of high pitch screams from the few miles they were away. A joyous feeling fluttered her unbeating heart and a small satisfied smile crossed her heart-shaped lips. Wanting to be out there just to witness other's 'enjoying' her creation, Catherine slowly extended her hand towards the curtains enticed to draw them back and look to the town below. Her hand nearly drew back the black curtain when another hand, a much larger masculine hand wrapped over hers. "What are you doing?" Vlad whispered into her ear and pushed back her long hair off of one shoulder and began to kiss it. "I just want to see them." She tells him.
With perfect understanding, Vlad slowly pulled her hand and turned Catherine to him. He stood completely nude behind her, but all Catherine could see was the hypnotic brightness of his dark eyes. "You are going to be known throughout the world," he told her sweetly. "This is the beginning of a new Renaissance, Lady Catherine. And you will be the prominent artist that will lead it." Vlad's hand cupped her cheek and let the pad of his thumb gently glide over her cheekbone. "There will be no stopping you." He tells her.
This made Catherine smile. Fallen into the seduction of his lithe Romanian accent and straight into the depths of his blue eyes, Catherine was powerless to not want him. He wanted to show her every luxury of the world. She wanted his hands to touch all over her body and feel him deep inside her. The world of sex was also an entirely new experience. She didn't realize how much she'd crave for it once having it.
Perhaps it was womanhood finally catching up with her, or perhaps it was her sire-lover that was showing her this new otherworld of euphoric climaxes and the art of seduction, or perhaps it was the thrill of fucking whoever she wanted in the face of God. She took a step closer to him and felt a shiver shoot through her entire cold dead body when his hand slipped inside her kimono robe wrapping around her back. Burying her fingers into his jet-black hair, Catherine shifted to tips of her toes and lowered his head downward to meet her parted lips that yearned to taste his kiss. Their kiss was deep and wet.
Vlad pulled her tighter into his naked body and pushed off the kimono that failed to cover her anyway. Catherine jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist as she scratched her nails over his scalp that made him hiss with a side smile. He carried her across the bedroom to the large chamber bed and laid her down. Vlad settled between her legs and violently buried his cock into her body. Enjoying the pain, Catherine's nails dug deeper in his skin. Imagining the tears and petrified horror from the townies below aroused the fledgling vampire. She wanted to wreak havoc in her former puritan world, which had never been kind to her.
5 Days Later Church Midnight Mass "We are being attacked!" Puritan Minister, Rodger Smith stood at the wooden podium that looked down at the God-fearing congregation. "Witches are amongst us! Every night there are lives taken by these Satanic pagan worshipers. First, Satan's whores take the life of our God-loving and pure soul daughter, Lady Catherine Ledger, Three days later, her beloved parents, the Duke and Duchess of Essex are mutilated and beheaded and drained of blood and put on display for us all to see as a warning to us that evil is here!" He gripped the sides of the podium tightly. "Some days there are new bodies lain dead at the steppeth of our house of the Lord to what?—Taunt us? Warn us? It is a sign we all must see! The witches are here and Satan is nigh! Who shall be next?" He asked.
The congregation murmured to one another in agreement now wondering if the evil Witches had taken such a beautiful young woman before her time. "Traileth of the witches' evils are shown from here, in our peaceful town all the way up to Lancashire. When will it stop!" Rodger banged his fist on the podium. "We must get rid of the evils of the Devil to save our immortal souls and the souls that are no longer with these devilish fiends." Rodger panted initiated in anger and fear for the evil lurking in the shadows. "I have sent word to one man—the only man that can help us. He shall separate the good from the wicked—The guilty from the innocent." The doors of the church opened.
The congregation turned to face the stranger. A tall man with dark short curly hair and a dark sparse beard stood at the doors tugging his leather glove tighter over his hand holding the Bible. Dressed in a white collared shirt, a white cravat, black vest, long frock coat, and cape. His dark brows hung low over, his beady blue eyes. He stood confidently despite his young age. He was riding the coattails of his recent victory in Germany. "And they shall receive their trial before the greatest and most merciful of judges," said Reverend Alfred Mather with a despotic and cold voice. "Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord. Peace in Heaven and glory in the highest."
When Catherine and Vlad arrive back at the Ledger estate they find Rodger Smith and his wife and children ripped to pieces all over the floor, the bodies seem to lead to the dinning room where Andrew and Benjamin are sat laughing at something the other said.
Vlad sees them and is instantly fuming "Andrew, Amon I did not send for you, why are you here?" He demanded. "You said a week sire, and it's been a week." Andrew says with a bowed head, Benjamin just stares at Catherine with a smirk, he gets up and walks right up to her and takes her hand and kisses it "Pulchra Creaturae, I'm Lord Amon formally Lord Benjamin Aspinall, it's a pleasure to finally meet you Lady Catherine." Amon says to her, this is the man that she was destined to marry, and now he's like her a vampire, the stories do not do him justice, this man is gorgeous and the slave named Andrew is very handsome as well. Vlad smells her arousal "it's about time that we met Benjamin, I mean Lord Amon." She says to him. "It seems that we've draw attention to this town, and some German has come to try and ruin thy fun, I'm happy to help if thy needs me." Amon tells her with a smirk as he never stops looking in her eyes, he never stares at her large breasts. "I doubt that I'll need help, but thank you all the same Benjamin, Vlad I need seeing to." She says and walks off upstairs.
Vlad turns to Andrew "get this mess cleaned up." He tells him and follows Catherine upstairs. Amon and Andrew watch them leave. "You make the mess, and I'm forced to clean up." Andrew says in a huff. Amon just smirks at the whole situation. "Don't cry cousin. Lady Catherine is a bit of a prude wouldn't you say so?" He asked him. "She's our new sister I have no opinion just yet. Are you going to help me Benjamin?" Andrew asked, Amon just walked off. I'm pretty sure Vlad asked you. So i'm going to bed. Good night cousin." Amon says with a smile. Andrew just growls at him and can't help but smile as Benjamin can be a right prick sometimes.
