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The Vampire Queen

BOOK: The Vampire Queen
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The Vampire Queen

By
Jodie Pierce

Eternal Press
A division of Damnation Books, LLC.
P.O. Box 3931
Santa Rosa, CA 95402-9998

www.eternalpress.biz

The Vampire Queen
by Jodie Pierce

Digital ISBN: 978-1-61572-361-4

Print ISBN: 978-1-61572-362-1

Cover art by: Amanda Kelsey
Edited by: Andrea Heacock-Reyes

Copyright 2011 Jodie Pierce

Printed in the United States of America
Worldwide Electronic & Digital Rights
1st North American and UK Print Rights

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any form, including digital and electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except for brief quotes for use in reviews.
This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

I would like to dedicate this book to my loving husband, John, who has supported my writing from day one; who has always been there for me and is the love of my life.

Chapter One

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 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 too 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 toward 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,” the older slave said as she pulled the covers back and motioned for her to follow. She went upstairs with the slaves and into the bathroom, where a large tub full of water and rose petals was 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 gratefully took the wine glass the younger slave handed her and gulped down the wine. The glass was refilled and placed 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 to clean. Then, they 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 tasted good and left her with a sense of euphoria. She ran her tongue over her teeth as she gazed dreamily into the distance. She was not really looking at or thinking about anything specific, but she was content. She must have finished off her wine and dozed off, because the next thing she knew, the two slaves were back and telling her she needed to hurry to get dressed in time. They dried her off with very plush and sweet smelling towels and 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 was 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, before the older woman put it back on the bed with a look of impatience. She was seated in a chair where the younger slave did her makeup 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 the Countess from Coletta and put her in front of the makeup table. She let the Countess’s hair fall 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 in the mirror. 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 led 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 curtsied.
What was that?
she thought to herself.
I’m not nine years old. Grownups don’t curtsy.
He smiled and bowed as if 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 hand, 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 keep warm. She had not noticed earlier, but from her sideways glances, she could see that the Count had on the same color purple cummerbund as her dress. Just as she started to wonder who else had worn her dress—the coincidences were amazing—she heard music, and the carriage stopped. They had arrived at the ball.

Chapter Two

The Count stepped down from the carriage first. He then turned and offered a hand to help the Countess down. As they walked in, he whispered, “Remember, follow my lead. Pretend you know these people, and add a hint of snobbery for good measure, but don’t go overboard.” Snobbery? Her? She didn’t know if she could pull it off, but then she heard the voices of the slave women, “Don’t displease Master, whatever you do.” She decided she had to try her best, as she was too afraid of the unknown consequences.

They entered the large ballroom doors and were loudly announced by a small man with a large voice. The music continued to play, but everyone stopped what they were doing to stare. She felt all eyes in the room staring at her. Surely, this was a mistake. They were also staring at the Count. He started to walk forward, leading her through the crowd. She heard whispers that were definitely and unmistakably about her.

“Typical of her to make such a grand entrance after all this time,” one woman said.

“Look at that dress. She might as well be wearing nothing,” snorted another.

“She knew it would be a costume ball. It always is, and she’s always thought she’s too good to participate,” sneered another woman.

“She was always one to flaunt her beauty and curves. Mildred, why won’t you wear a dress like that?” asked an overly plump man aloud before receiving a smack across the face from his wife.

“Keep moving. You are doing fine,” the Count encouraged. He led her to the center of the main table, where there was a beautiful, ornately-carved chair with purple velvet waiting in the center for her. He held her chair and ushered her to sit. He then took his place in the chair to the right of hers. It was the same, except it had red velvet. He clapped his hands twice, and the people went back to their events. Red wine was immediately brought to the Countess in a jeweled, gold chalice, and the supply never ran low. She was in such a euphoric state the entire night, she didn’t notice the lack of food at the event.

The Countess
did
notice the women were dressed very differently from her, but she wouldn’t be caught dead in their dresses. She was comfortable and felt sexy in hers. They wore dresses from the mid-nineteenth century. They had large hoop skirts, a waist so small and tight the Countess wondered how they breathed, and most of the dresses for the younger girls exposed their shoulders. The older ones wore shawls. They either wore bonnets—
yuck
—or their hair was in ringlets. No wonder they all stared at her.
I’m a diamond amongst them
, she thought.

The entire event, couples would come up in front of the table to “welcome back” the Countess. The Count would say, “You remember Gustavo and Inge Guiggenstein from Germany,” aloud as they approached the table. Then, they could talk freely, and she could use their names. So the evening went—a parade of couples with fake “well wishes” and fake “welcome backs”. No trumpets and definitely no floats. Finally, the Countess exclaimed she was tired. The Count stood up and called for silence. He announced, “the Countess is tired”. To this, there was a room full of sarcastic laughter and applause. They all knew this meant she had actually grown bored with them but was being polite. “She will be retiring for the evening from her duties,” he said. With that, he helped her from her chair, and they walked the long walk through the ballroom to the doors.

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