Category: Fantasy Publisher: Eternal Press
ISBN-10: 1615723625
Type: Fiction
Pages: 84
Copyright: April 7, 2011
ISBN-13: 9781615723621
A young vampire attempted to purify the vampire race while battling good and evil.
A young woman awakes to find out not only is she an important Countess but she is also the very first or 'Ancient One' as she is called by her subjects. Her memories of being a vampire or anyone are gone so she must relearn everything (from spells to flying) from the people around her, but can they be trusted? She also learns her main objective as the old Countess was purifying the vampire race and wishes to continue with that work. The 'Others', powerful and evil vampires, attempt to use her memory loss to their advantage. They had been trying to entice her to their side for centuries. Struggling to remember her past, battling the 'Others' and coping with her new life keep the Countess busy throughout this spellbinding and thrilling novel. Will she succeed in her goals or will the 'Others' win her over to their side this time around?
Excerpt
She awoke with an intense hunger in the pit of her stomach. A hunger the likes of which she had never known before. She opened her eyes to a room that was pitch black and that felt strange to her. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and as they touched the floor the candles on the wall lit automatically. She was to taken back by this and she jumped back into the giant bed. Just then she heard a door open and voices. The voices were coming towards her.
"Come on Mistress. Time to get up and get ready for the ball" said the younger one.
"Master will be displeased if you keep him waiting" said the older slave as she pulled the covers back and motioned to follow her. She followed the slaves upstairs into the bathroom where there was a large tub full of water with rose petals in it waiting for her.
"You should drink something. It will calm your nerves" said the older slave. She was about to decline when she noticed her left hand trembling. She took the wine glass the younger slave handed her gratefully and gulped down the wine. The glass was refilled and sat next to the tub. She got in the tub and the slaves started scrubbing her. First her hair. Then her feet, hands and back. They left her more delicate parts for her. Then rinsed and rinsed her mounds of curly hair until they were satisfied and explained they would be back in 20 minutes to towel her off.
As she sat there in the peace and quiet she proceeded to drink the wine. It sure tasted good and left her with a sense of euphoria. She ran her tongue over her teeth as she dazed dreamily into the distance. She was not really looking at anything specific and wasn't thinking about anything specific but was contentedly happy. She must have finished off her wine and dozed off because next thing she knew the two slaves were back telling her she needed to hurry to get dressed in time. They dried her off with very plush and sweet smelling towels and then wrapped her in a purple bathrobe. They wrapped her hair in a turban and led her back downstairs to her bedroom. As she walked through the house she noticed that no one else seemed to be present. She found that strangely odd. Where was this "Master"?
When she returned to her bedroom there was an elegant purple gown laid out on the bed for her. She held it up to her and squealed in delight. Coletta put it back on the bed with a look of impatience. She was sat down in a chair where the younger slave did her make up while the older slave unlaced the front of the gown.
"What is your name?" she asked. The young slave girl looked a little taken back but whispered "Coletta". She smiled at the girl. "Thank you" she whispered back. The young girl blushed and focused on mixing her eye shadows.
"What is my name?" she whispered again. The young girl looked up shocked.
"Why, you are Countess Paulina de Lourdes” she whispered.
"Does that mean I'm married?" the Countess asked.
"You have an 'arrangement' with our Master" Coletta said out loud surprised.
"Hush girl" scolded the older slave. "Why you bothering her? You done?" She took her from Coletta and put her in front of the make up table. She let her hair out of the turban and started to fluff the curls and put them in place. Her thick burgundy hair was drying fast.
This was the first time she had seen herself and she didn't recognize anything about herself. She was tall with slender arms and legs. A tight butt and plump breasts. She had beautiful unblemished olive skin and entrancing almond eyes. A flat abdomen and cute feet. Who was this person she was looking at? She didn't remember an old self to compare to so this must be her but where were her memories? Who is Countess Paulina de Lourdes?
The women started to get her dressed. She had to hold on to the bedpost as the older slave laced up the top corset part of the dress. It was strapless but it pushed up her breasts and made breathing difficult. The bottom of the dress hung straight down to the floor with a slit up the right side from the floor to mid-thigh. They placed the high heel shoes on her feet, the shawl around her shoulders and lead her upstairs to the parlor where she was to wait for the Count. She received two final instructions from them.
"Do not embarrass the Count" said Coletta.
"Just go along with whatever he says" warned the older one. What could they mean? They were gone before she could ask.
She waited for what seemed like forever. Finally she heard the clicking of dress shoes on the marble floor. When the Count entered the room she rose to her feet but was too stunned to say a word.
"Countess de Lourdes" he said as he took her right hand and kissed the top of it. She detected a strange accent but it added to his sex appeal and charm.
"Thank you for joining me tonight" he said.
"The pleasure is mine" she coursied. 'What was that?' she thought to herself. 'I'm not 9 years old. Grown ups don't courtsey.' He smiled and bowed like he could read her thoughts. All she could do was smile back.
"Shall we take our leave" he asked.
"That would be grand". 'Grand. Who says grand anymore?' she thought to herself. She decided to speak as little as possible for the rest of the evening.
He escorted her outside and there were four white horses attached to a covered carriage waiting for them. He offered her his had like a gentleman and assisted her up into the carriage. Once inside she noticed everything was done in purple velvet. Light purple velvet seats, dark purple velvet curtains and a medium purple velvet blanket to use to keep warm. She had not noticed earlier but from her sideways glances, the Count had on the same color purple cumberbund as her dress. Just as she started to wonder who else had worn her dress because the coincidences were amazing she heard the music and the carriage stopped. They had arrived at the ball.
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