Chapter 1

A New risky venture

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Vivian 's worn suitcase hit the floor of the Vienna International Airport with a thud, its contents a jumble of playscript, clothes, and treasured souvenir from her past junket. The humid air clung to her skin as she stepped out of the terminal, her gaze drawn to the unfamiliar cityscape before her. Towering Gothic steeple and tremendous, ornate buildings stood Testament to the one C of history that permeated the very essence of Vienna.This prestigious university had extended an invitation she could n't refuse ; an chance to fork out keynote lectures on the previous findings in her subject area of anthropological subject field.

Little did she know that the look on institution harbored secrets of its own, ones that would voyage the labyrinth of cobblestone streets, the weightiness of her enquiry and the promise of new discoveries propelled Vivian forward. The past times few years had been a whirlwind of academic triumph and personal battle, but the allurement of uncovering the mysteries of human being conduct kept her driven and focused.

As the aircraft 's wheels finally kissed the runway, a wave of reliever washed over Vivian. The grueling journey from New York to Vienna was nearly over, and she could already imagine the refreshing cascade and well-to-do hotel room that awaited her. The driver, already at the ready, efficiently collected her luggage and guided her to the car. After the smooth ride into the city arriving at her hotel, Vivian changed into a potato chip blouse and tailored slacks, the perfect attire for making a strong first impression at the conference.

To simmer down her suddenly jittery mettle, she sipped a looking glass of rich, full-bodied red wine. It had been a prospicient time since she felt this layer of anxiety - not since the devastating loss of her begetter just a few long time prior. A unusual, unshakable whiz took up residence in her chest, a intuitive feeling she had been so regulate to ignore in the wake of her brokenheartedness. But now, as she prepared to present the keynote lectures she had spent months meticulously preparing for, the hunch in her chest of drawers would not be dismissed. Vivian tried to push the inexplicable uneasiness from her idea, focusing instead on the momentous occasion before her.

As Vivian gazed upon the Agatha Institution, her eyes widened in awe at the highfalutin Gothic architecture that rose before her like a Testament to the prestige and ample history it held. Only the most inner pupil, offspring of influential functionary, politicians, and intellect, were granted the opportunity to walk these hallowed halls, their brain shaped by the institution 's rigorous curriculum in prowess, political sympathies, criminology, science, and the complex tapestry of human being history.The labyrinthine corridors were a marvel of marble and meticulously carved stone, the intricate details a fete for the middle and a admonisher of the centuries of accumulated knowledge that resided within every ancient bulwark. As Vivian and her bodyguard ventured deeper into the psychiatric hospital, the very air seemed to hum with the exercising weight of wisdom and mightiness, its storied past whispering through the ornate carvings and polished surfaces.Larissa Hale, the imposing curate and partner of the institution, emerged from the multitude of staff and scholar to greet Vivian warmly.

Larissa Edward Everett Hale, the principal and mate of the institution gave a cordial welcome to Vivían, who was shown to the conference room where the talk will be presented, the room fully organized with the utmost capacity of students attending the anthropologist 's research intro.

The stun minister of religion who is much magniloquent than Vivian opens the upshot with a welcoming origination.

'' Please welcome Ms. Setterberg, one of the great researchers of human behavior defined from a unequaled perspective, her new studies have had a keen import for modernistic scientific discipline. It is for us a material joy to take her in our institution, and taking advantage that we are celebrating 30 years since we opened the museum with the helper of student and instructor, we are sure that her knowledge will be of peachy motivation for the new propagation ''.

Vivían smiles graciously at the introduction she receives and issue to enclose herself, along with her latest research, and book of account on the breakthrough of new homo DNA and how it has connected to ancient civilizations and even to alien components of other as yet undiscovered civilizations.

As Vivian 's voice filled the conference way, her eyes inevitably locked onto a captivating young redhead seated at the front of the audience. Her porcelain skin and striking features seemed to glow under the fluorescent Inner Light, drawing her gaze like a magnet. She listened intently, her eyes flicking up to meet hers as she scribbled bank bill on her pad, the movement of her slender fingers mesmerizing her.

But it was n't just her focussed attention that held her spellbound, the thinking questions she posed, probing deeper into her research, only served to step up the elder adult female 's fascination. Vivian 's responses flowed effortlessly, her representative carrying the weightiness of her expertness as she addressed the early inquiries. Yet, despite the sea of faces before her, her aid remained fixed on the effulgent Melanerpes erythrocephalus, drunkenness in the wad of her delicate profile and the tantalizing curve of her back talk as she concentrated on her words. Her presence seemed to fill the way, an unspoken allurement that Vivian found herself helpless to reject, her mind wandering to the forbidden theory that lay hidden beneath her svelte exterior.

As Vivian 's lecture drew to a end, a cluster of tidal bore students and faculty members converged around her, their faces alight with wonder and ebullience. They bombarded her with interrogative sentence, their voices a lively symphony orchestra of academic inquiry that Vivian eagerly answered, her reply weaving a charm of intellectual captivation. Amidst the throng, the spectacular redhead with porcelain hide and perfect feature remained engaged in a captivating conversation with Larissa Hale, the institution 's principal. Their animated discussion seemed to pulse with an undercurrent of something more, their body language speaking volume of unspoken understanding. As the finale of the inquiring minds were sated and the crowd began to diffuse, the young woman 's regard finally drifted to Vivian. With a confident pace, she made her way through the dwindling sea of people, her eyes never leaving hers until she stood before her, her proximity sending a boot through her venous blood vessel for some unusual reason. The air was heavy with anticipation, the outer space between them charged with the promise of something new and illicit.

The captivating ravisher was dressed in well-fitting uniform clothing and the hint of Gothic flair to her make-up fit her flavour perfectly as she approached Vivian during the break between speakers at the lowest lecture being held at old symphony Hall.

"trade good afternoon Vivian, overnice to meet you, my public figure is Elizabeth Von Marburg, student and leader of the reading research committee at the institution. I was component part of the organization of this event. I am fascinated about your theories of connexion of distance and prison term being one of the key elements involved in the old shipway old refinement communicated. It reminds me of the investigations between alchemy and antediluvian and advanced science that encourage the field of study of supernatural beings, or that belong to legends, but beyond fantasy, reality hides many sharpness that human are unaware of.

I would be most interested in sharing my theories on such matters in a more indepth way than possible speaking to a crowd for XL minutes. I would be most enthralled if you would conjoin me for a dejeuner particular date. We could pull up stakes here for a quaint little cafe where they serve the most Delicious meal of a broad range and would surely hold something you would like. Maybe even a slicing of what mass in America prognosticate Pizza ? I hear they have one with the full olives, mushroom-shaped cloud and cheese dishes you have ever tasted"

The invitation delighted the older woman who happened to have it off pizza with olive and mushrooms most of all.



Holding out her hand the young woman took Vivian's hand in both of hers in a gente but galvanising salutation and held it.

"It's a pleasure to listen to your well presented melodic theme Elizabeth I and yes thank you I would be delighted to talk more on them over a nice luncheon when this is over today. I can also expand my theories and would like your feedback on my latest research of old Bible in the Houten Library."

"Wonderful Vivian, then it 's a particular date. We can meet at the East incoming after the last speaker"—She said as she looked in that commission. The script rung bell marked the end of the breakage and the women parted ways with plans that excited both of them for different reasons.

While Vivian was refreshing herself, she noticed an elegant char getting out of a limousine, she stopped for a moment to talk to Elizabeth and then both women got into the car.

Vivian paused for a moment to resume the scene unfolding outside. An refined woman, her dress exuding mundaneness and wealth, emerged from the waiting limousine. Her curiosity was piqued as she watched the two cleaning lady engage in a brief conversation, their words lost to the din of the city. The red-haired dish, now Vivian 's focal point, followed the stylish woman back into the silklike vehicle.

Two hours dragged by with Vivian 's anticipation mounting, her mind replaying the captivating redheaded woodpecker 's feature and the tantalizing prospect of their impending encounter. Finally arriving at the designated fix, Vivian 's heart raced as she scanned the surroundings for her secret companion. Her gaze locked onto the Saame graceful limousine that had brought the young woman to her earlier. With a uneasy shiver, Vivian watched as the passenger doorway swung open, and the effulgent red-header stepped out onto the pavement, accompanied once more by her oracular guardian.



Vivian felt almost underdressed compared to Elizabeth I 's beautiful ornate long flowing dress with graphic colour and laced bodice. She was not used to seeing the beautiful Victorian-era article of clothing worn on the street. She was starting to see the young red-haired beauty was not the average charwoman. She felt a magnetic pull tickling her key learning ability but tried to dismiss it as an attraction to her looker and respect for her brighten acutely intellect.

As the erstwhile woman who accompanied Elizabeth left to talk to early citizenry at one of the tables, the girl approached the merging place with Vivian to keep her escort. Vivian was intrigued to experience who the other womanhood was.

Seated in the shadowiness of the tall gothic building in the old part of Town was like being in a romance novel setting. Vivian watched the grace as the stunning young cleaning woman tucked her long flow dress under her well-shaped bottom to gently take her seat across the table.

Elizabeth gilded effortlessly into her seat, her emerald center sparkling as she greeted Vivian with a gracious osculation on her hand. `` Good eve, Vivian, '' she purred, her vocalisation as smooth as velvet. `` Please, do forgive my tardiness. I was seeing my mother through some pressing issue, a oddity for us, indeed. '' Her rim curled into a playful smiling as she settled into her hot seat, the ruby apparel clinging to her curves like a second skin.Vivian 's eyes crinkled at the nook as he returned her warm smile. `` No necessitate to apologize, Elizabeth. I quite enjoyed the panorama myself. '' She gestured vaguely towards the bustling billet, but her gaze never strayed from the enchanting redhead. She raised an supercilium, her sake piqued by her casual remark.

'' And just what prospect were you admiring, Vivian ? The patrons, perhaps, or the décor ? `` — Her tone was light, but beneath the surface, a current of peculiarity rippled.Vivian leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. `` None of the above, Elizabeth. I was simply waiting for the most captivating char in the room to arrive."

The women stare at each other for a patch and Vivian time out the silence.

The conversation turned to the theories Vivian was wanting to learn to a greater extent about and one of the bailiwick she had heard Elizabeth expound on during her time at the reading desk.

'' I took the audacity to bring down the academy library to look at some of your publication. Let me tell you that I am pleasantly surprised that at such a tender age you have made such profound and interesting writings that undoubtedly tie in very much with my latest publication.

I particularly note your important degree regarding metaphysics, alchemy, connected with vigor vampirism and its entailment and diligence in Army experimentation even, but your treatises seem very ancient, precisely what I have always wanted to touch upon. ''

Elizabeth II listens attentively with a deal on her Kuki-Chin nodding with a relaxed look. At that mo they are interrupted by the waiter, who already knows Elizabeth.

'' Good evening young lady con Marburg, it is as always a pleasure to have you here with us, what can I offer you to eat or tope ? ''

'' I 'd like something to drink, you know, the usual, and for later mushroom cloud pizza pie '' — replies Elizabeth while the server nods his head and then turns to Vivian.

'' And what would you like to eat madam ? ''

'' Oh just red vino for now, and pizza as well thank you ! ''

As the unwished server withdraws, Vivian continues with the constructive critique found in Elizabeth II 's report.

"Elizabeth, you talked of how some believe the mightiness skips a contemporaries to avoid conflict between mother and daughters when it comes to vampirism and it is not the Saami for witchcraft do you follow the theory the daughter become solid food stock in a reverse gear of a baby nursing from the mother and becomes the female parent feeding from her infant daughters stemma and if so does it create some kind of loop of the mother chest feeding her baby and the child giving that push back to her mother in her descent she takes small drinks of from her child. What is it that is exchanged ?"

A few second passed as the waiter arrived with the drinks and quickly departed.

Elizabeth leaned toward her slightly with her convinced phonation, but intriguing tonality as if sharing a dark secret.

'' Ah, the possibility of daughters becoming fodder for witchcraft, how challenging. '' She paused and her emerald eyes twinkled mischievously. `` As a descendant of a long phone line of important people I can assure you it 's not just a myth. business leader may be passed from generation to generation, but it 's not always a direct progression from female parent to daughter. '' Her regard wandered, as if evoking a remote retentiveness. `` In the peculiar case of my menage, we have observed a variety of inversion. The eldest daughter, upon reaching a certain maturity, begins to nurture the eternal life force of her mother, just as a infant feeds on the milk of its primogenitor ... ''

She traced the rim of her Champagne-Ardenne glass with a finger, and the glassful caught the deliquium Light Within. `` This eat dynamic creates a fascinate feedback loop. The mother 's vital essence is replenished, while the daughter absorbs the pile up wisdom, big businessman and experience of her ancestry. In reality, it is a symbiotic relationship : the girl becomes the female parent 's sustenance, while the female parent acts as her school-age child, guiding her in the arcane arts. ''

Elizabeth I 's smile widened, revealing a hint of fang before she took the cup to take a sip of her foreign drink.

Vivian thought she was hallucinating due to wear down and tried to ignore this contingent. Elizabeth adds next ;

"I can say that this hypothesis is not to be taken lightly, it takes a long time to research, and of course I can assert it, I do n't care to speak without initiation. I am grateful for the great sapience imparted by my agnatic grandmother, Evangeline"

At this close, the immature woman sighs thoughtfully.

Vivian was not only attracted by the young woman 's font and muscularity but also by her thick British people side and Magyar accent.

"well that is very crystalise and impressive information indeed"Vivian replies. She wants to explore what more the new lulu can avail her understand.

"I have another gunpoint I 'd care to talk about. When it comes to the mind that part of the theory suggest that self made vampires are little more than superfluous gifted witches do you hold with her assumption that power for a hag of today 's time will never gain sufficiency exponent and knowledge to make it beyond the halfway point in self-turning and would need the aid of coven or matriarch to make it all the way to full vampire ?"

Elizabeth 's gaze sharpened as Vivian posed the question, her sake piqued by the astuteness of the inquiry. `` An excellent point, Vivian. The notion that self-made vampires are essentially knock-down beldame who 've reached a plateau is a theory I 've considered at distance. '' She steepled her fingers, her forehead furrowing in thought.

'' While I agree that the sheer magnitude of wizardly knowledge and raw vigour required to turn oneself into a full-fledged vampire is a monumental project, I 'm not entirely convinced it necessitates external aid from a coven or matriarch. `` Her center sparkled with a hint of challenge as she continued, `` In today 's world, we 're seeing a climb in individual with extraordinary aptitudes and a hunger for knowledge that transcends the boundary of what 's traditionally thought possible. '' She leaned in, her spokesperson dropping to a conspiratorial whispering.

'' With the right compounding of innate talent, bookish inscription, and perhaps a dash of good fortune or ... otherworldly influence, I believe it 's conceivable for a forward-looking witch to bear on past the halfway mark and achieve entire lamia status through their own efforts. '' —Elizabeth 's grin was puzzling, hinting at secrets yet to be uncovered.

After absorbing Elizabeth I's well formed answer Vivian asked another doubt, making a mental note of the young woman 's reply that sweep quickly like an clear sea, each response simply opens up more questions.

"On the national of long aloofness Reading or feeling other vampires or congeneric with some percentage turned blood do you contend that for example a witch managed to get turned one-half way that her grand girl would be one quartern turned and on down the stock to one eighth turned and so on ?"

Elizabeth 's eyes gleamed with intrigue as she contemplated the head.

"The idea of dilution of vampiric traits through genesis, passing from granddaughters to great-great-granddaughters, is an scheme concept,"she mused.

"However in my experience the existent manifestation of vampiric /witchcraft influence can be far more composite and irregular than a simple quartering or eighthing of the original trait. What I 've observed is that the kernel of vampirism, that peculiar sparkle that sets a witch 's bloodline afire with the thirst from timelessness, can re-emerge in unexpected style across generations. It 's not just a matter of additive progression, but rather a fluid, almost, quantum phenomenon that defies simple arithmetical ”.

Elizabeth I 's gaze seems to unfocus, as if she were gazing into the stellar plane.

"The granddaughters, great granddaughters, and beyond many not necessarily inherit a repair percentage of their ancestor 's vampiric tendencies. Instead, they might parade unique traits, abilities, or even vulnerabilities that are tied to the pilot transformation, but have evolved into something new and irregular over time."

The twinkle of her beautiful blue/green center and smile that formed on her full perfectly shaped brim portrayed the delectation Elizabeth felt when the question was so very near the trueness of what was happening with her and her own mother. The very cause her female parent was not able-bodied to fully ferment despite being an elder beldam of the gamey orderliness she was out of turn. It had been so long since any witch in her lineage had turned there was no way to know if she was the"daughter"that was supposed to be food for thought or the mother that was supposed to feed from her daughter. But that her mother never fully turned it gave Leslie Townes Hope to Elizabeth that she was the powerful multiplication and the turn that was already taking place within her would take her all the way.

At this time Elizabeth II is one-half way through her own variety as she followed the ancient books of spells, potions and rituals to become the first ego made vampire in 500 eld with the help of her grandmother Evangeline, who had only made it halfway. The old woman had not been able to get the spells right but did gain enough ability to see and feel some citizenry as prey and to pass some of her variety down to her female granddaughters. Somehow it skipped a coevals to not throw point clashes between mother and daughters. Elizabeth being born under the blood moon on October 31, would bear more than ability than her distant American cousin Vanessa would cause through the blood but the year long ritual would mould on her if she had the nature and desire to modify.

Elizabeth II could see that Vivian was an impressive womanhood to take struck so close to the truth for a vestal individual.

The Young beauty felt the weight unit of an vivid, threatening gaze. Her head snapped towards the left, her emerald eyes locking onto the physical body in the space. Indrig Dimitrescu, one of the most sinewy witches on the European Council of Vampires and hag, stood out like a dark whizz against the backdrop of the busy eating place. Her striking putting green eyes, almost amaranth in their intensity, were narrowed in their direction. The white-hot dress hugged her curvaceous figure of speech like a second tegument, while the large Black person hat and the ever-present cigarette in her blood-red rim added to her redoubtable aura.

Even from afar, Elizabeth could sense the maliciousness that radiated from the older witch. It brought back pictorial retentivity of the conk out kidnapping try when Elizabeth was just 13. Indrig 's outline had ultimately earned her a backside on the council, but the bad blood between the two enchantress ran deep. Elizabeth 's heart quickened as she felt Vivian 's deal on her arm, pulling her back into the present.

"Everything is OK"?

'' Oh, yes, everything 's mulct, '' she replied, forcing a brittle smile. While her heart left Indrig 's soma for three seconds, a silent challenge passed between them.

Elizabeth I accidentally drops a al-Qur'an she was carrying in her lap, Vivian pickaxe it up and notices its name .'The line of descent Moon'

'' How worry, must be quite a oceanic abyss read. ``

Elizabeth I turns left again but Ingrid has magically evaporated. Then the young char looks off into the space at her mother who is still distracted by the other people at the table.

"Yes, it is a book I am writing, very complete. I have written it myself, with the helper of my grandmother 's teachings. It frames more complex offspring than we have discussed in our conversations, but it is certainly more complete than the report I published for the university. Mom does n't like it when I write in such detail about the mystery of the populace"



Elizabeth II feels a spate of profligate to the front of brain at the very moment she finished her answer and the food arrived at the table.

Across the human race her blood first cousin Vanessa she had been feeling at random times since the one-sixth Sun Myung Moon stage of her transformation was having sex with and exerting her limited world power over a cleaning lady she had taken as sex slave. Feeling deeper as she brought her power into focus she could feel what her younger cousin really wanted was to turn the altogether folk to her will. A noteworthy exploit without truly knowing the extent of her force.

Vanessa knew she was somehow different and could ca-ca her pet woman Becky flexure to her will with only a flavour and mental projection of instructions to the cleaning lady who now worshiped her after being the one who seduced her. Now they had ended up eld later reversed and now it was Becky falling down the fountainhead of enslavement to the youthful woman.

In that fraction of a here and now Elizabeth I could feel her distant cousin 's orgasm as she made her woman pet Becky service her.

The link broke but not before she could not only feel her cousin Vanessa, but also could for that moment see what Vanessa was seeing.

Elizabeth 's pussy clenched and her breast filled with a hot wink of nearly orgasmic feeling when she saw the face of Becky, the woman Vanessa had chosen was the like expression that sat across from her in the shade eating her first insect bite of delicious pizza and looking at her with those beautiful unripe center.

The only if difference of opinion being she could palpate that Becky was a slightly immature version of Vivian. She felt the synchronism between them all.

In that arcsecond of reaching for her own slice of pizza pie she knew she had reached a new level of understanding and power.

Elizabeth knew the imaginativeness was telling her that her initial pastime in Vivian was Sir Thomas More than just an attraction to a sandbag older woman and this fair sex across the board from her was going to be hers, for macabre purposes, but she had to quiz her firstly to be sure.

As the meal wrapped up and it was metre to part, Elizabeth I felt a upsurge of power and looked into Vivian's heart and was able to progress to into her mind plenty to make the older womanhood's kitty-cat hold in the same rhythm method as her own. She could see in the charwoman's eyes the get-go weakness she would exploit to bulge the unsuspecting adult female down the dark path of sexual slavery her doppelganger Becky far across the universe was sliding into at the handwriting of her awesome Brigham Young cousin.

At only six months into her transforman Elizabeth had done something no beldame in five hundred eld had managed as she tapped into the intellect of her bloodline relative and saw what she was seeing.

Vivian 's eyes locked onto Elizabeth 's, her regard crapulence in the mesmerizing emerald profundity. A jolt of electricity crackled through her veins as she became acutely aware of the sensual tension building between them. Elizabeth I could sense the subtle changes in Vivian 's organic structure language ; the way her brass flushed a deeper tone of crimson, the involuntary hybridisation of her legs, and the telltale tightening of her thighs as she struggled to contain the sudden attack of pleasure. Despite the strong-arm distance between them, Vivian felt as though her finger had brushed against Elizabeth 's bare skin, the sense datum sending shiver down her spine.

She could almost savour the fragrance of her arousal, the musky undertones mingling with the crisp scent of her essence. Vivian 's response only served to intensify Elizabeth 's desire, her bosom pounding in her chest like a drum.

'' Are you all right Vivian ? `` — asks Elizabeth with a sense of touch of devilment hidden with elegance.

Vivian takes a sip of her wine and chuckles.

At that here and now Elizabeth 's chauffeur approaches the table to foretell that her mother is waiting for her in the limousine.

'' It was a magnificent eve, Ms Setterberg, I enjoyed your ship's company tonight but I must go. Tomorrow we will speak some more at the Kunsthistorisches Museum of Art History, there is going to be an concern exhibition, so you are cordially invited, we can meet in the main wing, your entrance will be unloosen, my treat"

Vivian was transfixed and her pussy again clenched again as she found herself lost in the gaze of the bedaze lulu. She had never been sexually attracted to another woman before but Elizabeth was not like anyone, man or woman she had met before.

"Of track, I would bang to, you have been very form, see you tomorrow"

"Today 's broadside is also paid today, I must let in that I had not tried this dish aerial called Pizza, but I do n't regret it at all"

With a blue-blooded embrace cheek candy kiss to say goodbye were exchanged that sent another moving ridge of sexual arousal deep into the pubes of both cleaning lady they had never felt so intensely before.

Elizabeth left the place and left her book/journal on the table, Vivian quickly tried to run after her to return it to her, but the girl had already gotten into the limousine with her mother.

"It 's her, she 's here, I saw her and felt her."…

Vivian hears from Elizabeth 's lips as she converses with her mother before starting the chauffeur.

Around the property there was a lot of movement and quite strange people following the move of Viktoria and her girl.

Ingrid 's undercover agent had watched Elizabeth throughout her liveliness. Born on the perfect line moon, the signal were ripe for this young woman to be very potent. Some Word even spoke of the idea that the next vampire would be a redheaded woodpecker, like Queen Lilith."Long crinkled lock of fiery red whisker and fair complexion with wide, luxuriant mouth to rival her magnificent mane."

The spy had informed the mysterious Ingrid that Elizabeth had been seen possibly seducing a woman in a cafe.

"Well, it seems that young Von Marburg has already surpassed her female parent 's skill. I suspected this one might bring difficulty. discover out all you can about this woman that young Elizabeth will be taking. There must be some kind of connection that I have not seen yet."

"Yes Your Grace, I will go now and follow your purchase order,"The spy said sheepishly and left walking backward, head down walking away from the cleaning lady he feared.

Later that evening at the Von Marburg mansion

The warm up glowing of the hearth cast flickering trace across Viktoria 's imperial features as she stood before the blaze hearth, her long, alright robe of imperial silk and fur swaying gently with each crusade. The rich, imperial hue seemed to darken the surrounding air, drawing all attention to the matriarch 's imposing figure. Her glass of wine-coloured was her alone fellow traveller, the ruby ​​liquid glistening in the firelight as she sipped it thoughtfully.

Suddenly, the doorway burst open, and Elizabeth walked purposefully into the room, her long ecru and disconsolate robe billowing behind her. The youthful figure of her dear daughter stood in stark contrast to Viktoria 's statuesque bearing. Elizabeth 's red ignition lock were pulled up in a simple yet becoming style, her porcelain skin glowing without a touch of makeup. In her slender hand, she clutched a family album, its worn leather cover telling narration of generations past. Viktoria turned to front her daughter, her emerald eye narrowing slightly as she noticed Elizabeth 's wistful construction.

'' My dear, what brings you here at this hour ? '' she asked, her rich contralto voice low and smooth, like aged wine.

'' It was her mother, Ingrid was in the eating place and she was not alone, I 'm for sure many of the people there were n't even humans, they were her little groom pets. That witch is up to something, it 's no coincidence that she showed up right when I was having these visions. Ingrid must already know something. I told you that a farseeing metre ago I was having imaginativeness and lucid pipe dream with a girl who looked like me but younger, a teenager, I thought maybe they were substance from my previous lifetime because I had to resolve some issues, but today I 'm certain we are in the same timeline but in another part of the earthly concern. And I saw that fair sex in the vision with her, that char, she was very to Vivian ... all this is a big sign, mother.

Viktoria 's emerald eyes widened slightly at Elizabeth 's words, a hint of machination mingling with the ever-present cold deliberation in their depth. She set her wine glass down on the nearby pedestal, the crystal clinking softly against the marble as she turned her full phase of the moon attention to her daughter. `` Ingrid, you say ? That conniving sporting lady, '' the Countess growled, her ample voice taking on a menacing edge. Viktoria 's slender finger tightened into fists, the silken stuff of her robe stretching taut over her knuckles. `` She thinks she 's so clever, does n't she, flaunting her petty familiars in public like that. ``

The Countess paced close to the fireplace, her long gown sweeping behind her like a dark, living shadow. She stopped in front line of Elizabeth, her heart searching the unseasoned woman 's facial expression as if looking for any signs of misrepresentation or weakness. `` But these visual sensation of yours, my dear, '' Viktoria continued, her tonus softening to a dangerous murmur, `` they could be important indeed. If you truly saw a younger version of yourself, and connected with her crosswise metre and distance ... perhaps it 's fate calling, Elizabeth. `` The Countess 's words hung in the air, heavily with implication and tongueless desire.

Elizabeth II holds up her old family photo record album while on the Saami page she looks at the picture she printed from the internet of the girl she saw in visions and found, almost identical to her but in a untried interlingual rendition.

Elizabeth I shows it to her mother for some feedback. To which the older woman replies.

'' seminal fluid accompany me, I have to exhibit you something. ''

The elbow room was a hoarded wealth trove of arcane tomes and forbidden cognition, the musty smell of aged report filling the air. A life-sized portrait of Viktoria and her of late husband, Lucifer, dominated one bulwark, their faces etched with triumph and dark power.

Underneath that big old portraiture. A lambskin bulwark with a large family tree material body of the von Marburg syndicate, to which Viktoria began to explain to her daughter.

Viktoria 's deep, inquisitive interpreter filled the room as she stroked her daughter 's hair's-breadth and cheek with a mother 's tender touch sensation.

'' My dearly Elizabeth, you see the signification of our lineage expanding across Central European Union and parts of Magyarorszag. Perhaps the Cy Young fair sex in my vision is our distant descendant on your maternal grandmother 's side. Some of our kin have ventured to the United land, so it 's potential she resides there, in one of the larger cities. ``

Her eyes locked onto Elizabeth 's, shimmering with a knowing light. `` If you were to pass on out to her, make a connectedness, you may uncover Sir Thomas More answer to the mystery story that plague you. '' Viktoria 's smiling was puzzling, hinting at secrets yet to be unearthed. `` The reaching of your ... companion, who bears law of similarity to the other womanhood, also bears circumstance. Remember, your power grows with each passing day. You have my blood coursing through your veins - I am a deity beyond worlds. Your gran taught you a lot, and you learn quickly."

Elizabeth I 's nod was a mere acknowledgment, her brain still mired in the tangle emotions that swirled within her. Viktoria 's soupcon, however, jolted her back into the award, the senior beldam 's fingers tracing the curves of her daughter 's sass with a perverse captivation. `` You know what I desire, my beloved, '' Viktoria purred, her beefy voice dripping with a ghastly sensuality. `` I want to see ... take heed ... all those secrets beneath those guarded lips, let your female parent take a look '' As if in response, Viktoria 's appreciation tightened, her finger digging into the soft flesh of Elizabeth 's chin.

Without warning, Viktoria grasped Elizabeth II 's chin firmly, their faces inches apart. The young beldam felt herself being drawn closer, until their breaths mingled, and their lips brushed in a fleeting, almost chaste inter-group communication. A easygoing, teasing kiss started the passionate inferno, but it soon intensified into a fervent, thirsty substitution. Viktoria 's mouth claiming Elizabeth I 's with a ardour that bordered on desperation.

Flames danced in the air as Viktoria 's might surged, the candles around the elbow room igniting spontaneously, their flickering light casting an eerie glow over the suggest scenery. The elder hag 's groan vibrated against Elizabeth 's lips, her own tongue invading the youthful charwoman 's mouthpiece in a sensual duel.

Viktoria 's grip tightened on her daughter 's nape, pulling her closer, the very air around them charged with a potent, dangerous energy, spit tangled in a sensual dance of poison and Passion. Saliva mingled, creating a heady, illicit cocktail that left them both breathless and wanting more.

Elizabeth II buries her nails in her mother 's neck while she growls back and bites her daughter 's glower lip hard, making it bleed.

As soon as the untried witch 's blood was in contact with her female parent 's knife, Viktoria 's eyes went completely Patrick White to see the computer memory and imaginativeness her daughter had been accumulating. In this way she was able to ravish herself in her mind and saw fit of the untested teenage girl on the other side with a woman similar to Vivian in a b being whipped, then newsflash of the anthropologist 's face in the restaurant with her girl, and Ingrid 's face sitting there with a macabre smile spying on her girl with a plan in hand.

As Viktoria tried to go deeper into her daughter 's mind something prevented her, it was as if her daughter 's power was cutting through her, making her mastermind hurt intensely as one thousand thousand of knives pierced her skull and throat, leaving her breathless and losing her balance.

Elizabeth pressed the centerfield of her mother 's os frontale with two fingers to bring her out of her trance.

"Mother !"

Viktoria 's optic snapped back into focus, the acute whiteness replaced by her piercing emerald depth, now narrowed with a mix of frustration and headache. She released her hold on Elizabeth II 's chin, her fingers trailing down to cup the new cleaning woman 's flushed cheek in a gentler caress.

'' Painful, was n't it, my dear ? '' Viktoria 's Eskimo dog interpreter was laced with a suggestion of amusement, despite the throb in her own temples from the betray psychic invasion, her own lips still smeared with her daughter 's delectable blood.

She straightened, her posture regal and imposing once more, the midnight purple of her gown seeming to darken as she moved. `` Your power is growing, and it 's not just the visions that are troublesome. You 're developing ... barriers. Defenses that even I may struggle to go against in prison term. `` —Viktoria paced tight to the flickering candlelight, her optic fixed on some distant point as she collected her thinking. `` Ingrid 's presence here is no coincidence, and I suspect she 's already begun to manipulate events, playing on your fears and desires to draw you into her web. We must be cautious, Elizabeth. Her ultimate goal is to work you against me, to put my own flesh and pedigree against the adult female she sees as her rival."

At that mo in the hotel way, Vivian was relaxing in the bathing tub taking a bubble tub while studying the pages of that diary/book that Elizabeth was making and that she had left behind in the restaurant.

As Vivian sank into the lovesome, suds-filled waters of the bathtub, she found herself drawn to the fascinate pages of the journal. Her fingerbreadth traced the intricate symbols and unknown letters, the red and black inks seeming to pulse with an nonnatural energy. Sanskrit, Latin, and supernatural * * * * * * * * * * * danced before her eyes, an ancient language that defied her attempts to decipher its meaning. Vivian was heedful not to let the Page get wet, her curiosity piqued despite the danger of ruining the valuable tome.

As she delved deeper into the book 's mystery, memories of the unsettling outcome at the restaurant began to resurface, swirling in her gut like a tempest of emotions. The images of Elizabeth II 's enigmatic presence, her piercing gaze, and the faze mavin that had coursed through Vivian 's body seemed to converge, coalescing into a gnawing ache that gap from her stomach to the very core of her legs. An inexplicable tingling sensation began to construct in Vivian 's low belly, intensifying until it became almost unbearable. She bit her lip, a soundless moan trapped behind her teeth as she struggled to grok the force that now gripped her.

She sets the book aside on a side table as she sinks into the suds and lowers her powerful hired man to the eye of her stage under the warm water.

Vivian 's judgement was lost to the swirling sense impression that consumed her, her intellection hazy and disconnected. The intense desire that had taken hold could only be attributed to the emphasis of the long journey, or so she told herself. Her script moved in ennoble circles across her sensitive clitoris, the touch sending saccade of delight through her body. As her centre drifted shut, Vivian 's moan filled the bathroom, each exhale sending wavelet across the Earth's surface of the bathwater, her brain could not help but see Elizabeth 's eyes and her perfect body, her vox, her hands, her red fuzz, she began to moan as she spread her ramification wider and kept moving her hips, she felt her own wetness despite being in the bathtub, her consistence shaking.

Her minute alone is interrupted by the resonance of her phone snapping her out of her momentaneous trance.

Vivian 's finger paused mid traffic circle as the shrill ring of her phone jolted her rear to reality. She blinked, water droplets clinging to her thong as she reached for the nearby towel to dry her hand. Retrieving her earphone from the bedside table, Vivian 's eyes widened as she saw the name `` Carol '' illuminated on the screenland ; her only daughter, currently on a photography tour of duty of Spain. Mustering a smart step, Vivian replied,

'' Hey sweetheart, how 's Espana treating you ? Have you snapped some amazing shots yet ? '' As she spoke, Vivian 's mind strayed to sentiment of carol, her beautiful, adventurous daughter. She wished she could be there to share in the ethnic immersion and artistic verbalism that this circuit surely provided.

However, the demands of Vivian 's own life history often left her feeling shamed about the distance between them. `` I hope you 're having the time of your life, carol, '' Vivian continued, a mite of wistfulness creeping into her voice. `` shuffle sure to cocker in all the local anesthetic flavors and experiences too, not just the photography. ''

Vivian listened intently as Carol chatted on, her daughter 's vibrant personality and ebullience for her studies filling the airwaves once more.



'' It 's been a large escapade mom, I wanted to speak to you for a while, tomorrow I will be at a fashion show, there will be a competition and whoever has the most impressive photo can get to work for a outstanding society of photographers in the fashion macrocosm. I am so excited ! It can be the showtime of my great career at last"

Vivian, listening attentively to her daughter, her heart swells with excitement as she imagines every contingent of her risky venture, and a faint tinge of melancholy that her daughter was already becoming more and more independent.

Suddenly, the weewee in the bathtub began to churn and bubble, as if it were on the verge of a boil. The bathroom luminousness flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the wall. Vivian gasped, her dead body tense with a mix of fear and confusion. Realizing the piss was growing far too hot, she hastily climbed out of the tub, her naked manikin glistening with droplets. She hastily wrapped herself in a towel, shivering as the air seemed to rise midst with an affected energy.

Despite her growing unease, Vivian felt compelled to persist on the contrast with Carol, her daughter 's voice a soothing unction amidst the topsy-turvydom. However, their connection suddenly went dead, leaving only an eerie silence in its Wake Island. As if to emphasize the freakish occurrences, the bathroom lighting above the swallow hole exploded with a deafening crack cocaine, plunging Vivian into darkness.Terrified, she abandoned the lavatory, fleeing to the main room of her suite where the brightness, mercifully, remained intact. Her middle pounded in her dresser as she wrapped the towel tighter around her eubstance, a sense of foreboding settling over her like a shroud. What was happening ?

"Mom…mom are you there ?"

"Oh yes Sweetie, I 'm still here, I 'm sorry, what .. What were you saying ?"

Mom, I 'll predict you later, I 'm going out with friends.

Christmas carol hangs up the telephone set, and finally Vivian lets out a sigh, ineffectual to find an explanation for what has happened, she calls the hotel service to fix the light electric light with many interrogation in her head and a void in her chest.

-- -

The side by side morning in the Museum

Vivian entered the noble-minded main offstage of the art history museum, her eyes wide of the mark with wonder at the opulent milieu. She was dressed impeccably, her attire a testament to her refine sensibility. As she approached the fate meeting point, her gaze settled on the captivating figure awaiting her ; Elizabeth.

The young fair sex exuded an air of stunner and elegance, her polished dress and poised demeanor a perfect complement to the stately ambience of the museum. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus noticed Vivian 's arrival and strode forward, her movement graceful and purposeful.

'' Good first light, Vivian, '' she greeted with a warm, inviting smile while kissing her bridge player. `` It 's a joy to see you again. `` As the elder womanhood 's hand brushed against Elizabeth 's red back talk, a jar of electricity seemed to course through both of them, sparking a palpable tension between them. Vivian felt her breath catch, a shiver running down her rachis as she gazed into Elizabeth I 's piercing leafy vegetable center. The Cy Young crone 's grinning held a trace of mischief, a proffer that she too was aware of the sizzling undercurrent that seemed to threaten to take them both. `` Please, stick to me, '' Elizabeth purred, her voice low and sultry. `` I have a few pieces in mind that I believe you 'll find ... enlightening."

The Kunstkammer in Vienna, which contains rarities from the erstwhile Habsburg hoarded wealth chambers and curiosity way, celebrated a lavish reopening in Master of Architecture 2013. The collection constitutes one of the most important art chambers in the world and showing valued point from the midriff Ages, Renascence, and Baroque era periods. highlight include the Art Chamber of Emperor Rudolf II, the Exotica-Komplex, and the renowned Saliera.

The architectural mirror image of the Museum of Fine Arts is the Natural History Museum, which is located directly opposite and was also built according to plan by Gottfried Semper and Karl von Hasenauer.

Elizabeth 's slender fingers glided along the ornate railing as she guided Vivian through the labyrinthine halls of the Vienna Museum of Art, her middle glowing with an inner fire that seemed to ignite in response to each new discovery.

The older char followed closely behind her, her breathing place quickening as she took in the wealth of knowledge being imparted by her untested guide.

'' Many of these artifacts hold mystery of antediluvian species, '' Elizabeth whispered conspiratorially, her voice barely audible above the mild mussitation of other patrons.

'' That dagger, for example, has been in the museum 's self-will for centuries. Its vane is said to be forged from the very metallic element that can harm vampires : silver gray, iron, and pig. rumour has it that it was used to kill a knock-down lamia in the fifteenth C"

Vivian responds —"I 've heard rumour about something called `` the dagger of the peak of death ''. It 's somewhere.

It seems to be an antique from the Middle Ages infused with a mixture of poison from all over the continent. It is said to let been built to kill monster and monsters. They say they do not know where it is, it will be replicate that it is this Lapplander dagger ?"

Elizabeth 's mentation drifted, lost in the intricate arras of her own mind, as she beheld the exquisite dagger on show.

The memory of her initial visual modality of distant cousin Vanessa resurfaced, the remembrance so vivid it felt as though the scenery unfolded before her once more. She recalled the innocent girl 's edacious desire, the crimson liquid pooling from auntie Becky 's cut finger's breadth as genus Vanessa savored the gustatory sensation of her aunty 's rake with an uncanny hunger. Elizabeth II 's lips twitched, a phantom taste lingering on her own natural language as she relived the second in her mind 's eye. Her emerald gaze unfocused as she traversed the depths of her psyche, the vision of Vivian 's intense immature optic flickering into vista. Elizabeth II 's fascination with the esteemed anthropologist intensified, her thinker racing with the possibilities of delving into Vivian 's very essence. The medical prognosis of unlocking the hidden facets of this enigmatic fair sex 's soul only further kindled the younger Wiccan 's curiosity and desire to explore the uncharted territories of Vivian 's being.

After some minutes, as she rounded a quoin, Elizabeth I 's gaze fell on a display of medieval torture instruments, and her centre widened with a mixture of enthrallment and dismal delight. Ñ

'' Oh, depend how beautiful ! '' she exclaimed, as her slender finger ran along the grooves and spike heel of a particularly gruesome-looking gizmo. `` Can you imagine the sidesplitter these devices would wring from a vampire or a witch"—Knowing deep down that her female parent has tasted death more than once thanks to these anguish gimmick that greatly excite the vernal witch.

'' Vivian watched, spellbind, as Elizabeth I 's imagination ran godforsaken, picturing private dungeons and dark rituals.

Now in the next art exhibition wing, Elizabeth paused before a striking twosome of picture, one a portrait depicting the various phases of the moon, the other a phantasmagoric setting of a woman clad in a scarlet garb, rain pouring from the sky like blood from the promised land.

'' Behold, the eternal dance of feminine baron, '' Elizabeth purred, her regard roaming over the nontextual matter with a knowing light in her pretty oculus.

'' The stage of the moon, ever changing yet cyclical ; a symbolic representation of the feminine essence.

And the fair sex in red, drenched in the deluge of her own power, a testament to the fierce beauty and dark magic that lies within us. ``

She turned to Vivian, her smiling puzzling. `` This painting is one of a series by the avant garde artist Han Baldung Grien. His kit and caboodle often featured charwoman as allegory of sin, desire, and the supernatural. The stemma rain, some say, represents the bloody lunar time period of a woman 's monthly cycle, while others believe it to be a metaphor for the life-giving might of feminine magic."

Vivian gives her impressions about it according to her own experiences but it was evident that she had never visited such a fascinating museum before in her life.

After two and a half 60 minutes chatting and touring the museum, Vivian was more attracted and singular about the beautiful young char, her accent, her beauty and her intelligence agency are fascinating, the eloquence of her word of honor and her way of walking and expressing herself, she had never met anyone like her, no incertitude about it.

"fountainhead Vivian I guess you are a little bore, we can have tea and then you can follow me to the palmenhaus palace greenhouse, I have to confab my flora"

Vivian nodded wearily, her mind still reeling from the kaleidoscope of enigma and antediluvian power that Elizabeth had revealed. The prospect of tea and a sojourn to the Palmenhaus palace greenhouse sounded like the perfect respite. `` That sounds lovely, Elizabeth, '' she replied, her tone subdued yet appreciative. `` I could certainly use a moment to pull in myself after all the ... enlightening revelations you 've shared with me today. ``

As they made their way to the tea elbow room, Vivian could n't excite the feeling that she was being watched, a prickle of cognisance that seemed to emanate from the very paries of the museum itself. She glanced back, half expecting to see someone boring into her rachis, but the corridor was evacuate. Shaking off the sensation, Vivian focused on the present present moment, savoring the delicate fragrance of the tea and the warmth of Elizabeth 's grin as they sat together in comfortable silence.

Palmenhaus Green palace

After the warm tea they shared, they arrived at the nursery in Elizabeth II 's private car, unlike her mother, she did not like to be in a limousine but in a definitive 1957 curlicue Royce with her private chauffeur.

Arriving at the ostentatious greenhouse, Vivian was fascinated as she and Elizabeth II joined the tour guides, visiting and learning more about poisonous and amazing plants, beautiful but lethal in their sinful nature as well as the mysterious young woman. The women wander away from the crowds of tourists and go to a more privy part of the glasshouse where there are beautiful stairs and in a sheltered area a large plant.

'' Ah, the Night Blooming Cereus, '' —Elizabeth said, her eyes sparkling with fascination. `` A true wonder of the botanical world, do n't you recall, Vivian ? ''

The Young Wiccan 's voice was low and hypnotic as she continued. `` aboriginal to the comeuppance of the American sou'-west, this plant is a master of dissimulation. Its nocturnal blooms, while breathtaking in their ethereal lulu, conceal a lifelessly arcanum within their delicate petals. ''

Elizabeth 's Christian Bible dripped with an air of morose spell, drawing Vivian deeper into the mysteries of the exotic plant. `` The toxic nectar of the Cereus serves as a potent defense mechanism, deterring marauder from the plant life 's tender buds. It 's a poignant reminder of the often savage harmony between nature 's splendour and the peril that lurk beneath the surface. '' As Elizabeth spoke, the room seemed to pass away, leaving only the two womanhood and the hypnotic allure of the plant 's symbolism. `` In many elbow room, '' the younger enchantress mused, `` the Night bloom Cereus serves as a fitting metaphor for our own existence, do n't you agree, Vivian ?"

Vivian swallows spit, it 's inevitable that she feels neural about the presence of the Loretta Young woman, even more so when Elizabeth I gets too close leaving little quad between them.

Elizabeth gently touches the petals of the large peak with great caution, while whispering in Vivian 's ear.

'' Come on sense of touch it a little, it 's not toxic on touch and it 's More potent at dark with the Moon. ''

Vivian 's fingerbreadth brushed against Elizabeth 's, the fragile petals of the Night bloom Cereus serving as an intimate catalyst between them. The younger witch 's regard drifted to Vivian 's lips, her breathing place catching as a shiver ran through her slender form. It was as if the flower 's toxic temptingness had been amplified a thousandfold by the subtle yet galvanizing touch of Vivian 's skin against her own.

Elizabeth II 's emerald eyes widened as she felt the familiar tingle begin to make anew within her down belly. The sensation intensified, spreading through her core until it pooled in her step-in, dampening the cloth with the nectar of her own arousal. The plant 's hypnotic ability paled in comparison to the undeniable upshot Vivian was having on her. As Vivian sighed, a heavy, half-hearted sound that seemed to carry the weight of tabu desire, Elizabeth II felt as though she was touching the sheepfold of Vivian 's pussy without ever making straight contact. The air was heavyset with tension, the boundaries between them blurring until it became inconceivable to distinguish where one 's hide ended and the other 's began.

Vivian blinking and tactile property an vivid spark in her bureau, the perfume of the young charwoman is dainty, intoxicating even, she was a sampling, an exotic plant life, the most captivating of all the exposition, in flesh and blood. At that precise moment, Elizabeth II notices that a man dressed in black is spying on her behind some pubic hair, surely one of Ingrid 's spies, she senses the peril nearby.

Vivian found herself helplessly entranced by the sight of Elizabeth I 's exquisite, pale skin colour, her frail features seeming to glow in the easy light of the greenhouse. The vernal witch 's words drifted in and out of her centering, unable to contend with the all consuming awareness of Elizabeth 's identical presence. Elizabeth turned to speak, Vivian 's gaze lingered on the unflawed sweep of her skin, the sharp demarcation of her long, graceful fingernails against that backdrop of porcelain perfection.

'' Before I forget ... '' Vivian 's voice was a breathy whisper, her middle never leaving Elizabeth 's boldness as she reached into her purse to think the unusual Scripture.

'' ... Thank you very much, dear. I imagine you took a peek at it, did n't you ? '' The question hung in the air, weighted with the unspoken implication that Elizabeth had delved deeper into the tome 's mystery than she let on.

"I tried, but there is some symbolization that is unknown to me. It would be interesting to be able to spill with you in more profoundness and have you show me more thing. It 's funny, I have studied many things and I am obviously older than you, but you seem to possess deeply knowledge than I am completely intrigued by, to state you the true statement ”.

As their fingers brushed, exchanging the foreign book between them, a jolt of electrical energy seemed to arc from Elizabeth 's hand to Vivian 's, the spark of attraction palpable in the air between them. Vivian felt herself undressed in that moment, not just physically, but emotionally exposed as well. For the start time in her life sentence, she experienced that spark with another human being, and it was the older woman who had ignited it within her.

Vivian did n't bring in that she was staring at the untested woman for a foresighted sentence, which she might think is impolite. Elizabeth breaks the muteness to run another invitation to the woman.

"What do you think if we leave the field for tomorrow at the central library, and tonight you accompany me and my female parent to the opera house at the Imperial royal court field of operations ”.

Vivian 's pith skipped a metre at the invitation, her pulse quickening as she imagined herself in the grand background of the imperial tribunal theater, surrounded by the grandeur of the opera. `` I would be honored to accompany you and your mother to such a honored event. It is a exclusive right I would n't defy resist. `` The previous cleaning lady felt a boot of upheaval, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what the evening might institute. As they continued to discourse, Vivian found herself becoming increasingly enamored with Elizabeth, the younger Wiccan 's charm and wit proving irresistible to her aging heart.

‘ It 's a deal then, meet me at 8 o'clock at the entrance of the theater"—Elizabeth finishes the sentence as she kisses Vivian 's cheek and take the air away, disappearing down the great baroque hallway.

As the women parted slipway, Vivian could n't shake the lingering aesthesis of that light, the promise of something more fundamental than mere friendship or intellectual oddity. She found herself lost in intellection, replaying the second they 'd shared in the greenhouse, each clash of their fingers a whispered hope of the passionateness yet to do. Tonight, in the opulent context of the opera, Vivian would venture on a journey of self-discovery, one that would lead her down a itinerary of forbidden desire and ancient closed book. Little did she know that the true thaumaturgy lay not in the performances on stage, but in the enchantment that bloomed between two women, their hearts beating as one in the shadows of a long-forgotten past.

Opera in the theatre

As the M baby carriage pulled up to the ornate entrance of the Austrian capital State Opera, Vivian 's heart raced with a mix of nervous turmoil and expectation. She took a deep breath, smoothing the soft plica of her evening surgical gown with trembling hands. The fertile emerald silk clung to her chassis, accentuating the subtle curved shape of her aging physique. A bowed stringed instrument of drop nestled between her breasts, the soft glow of the coach lamps dancing across the polished gemstones.

Stepping out onto the red carpet, Vivian felt a sense of awe laundry over her at the sheer grandeur of the theatre of operations 's facade. The grand Baroque plan, with its ornate balconies and towering columns, seemed to come awake in the flickering candle flame. Her idea were a whirlwind of prototype from her studies, the antediluvian rituals, the rustling of secret secrets, the legends of powerful women who had once walked these very halls.

As she followed Elizabeth up the traverse staircase, Vivian could n't assist but feel a sentiency of belonging, as if the very essence of her being was attuned to this earth of mystery and machination. She felt Elizabeth 's hand ease gently on the small of her back, guiding her forward with a insidious pressure that sent shivers down her spine.

"Here, I will introduce my mother."

Elizabeth 's comportment was a vision of elegance, her form-fitting pitch-black velvet robe hugging every curve as she moved with the grace of a vulture. The Victorian corset accentuated her slim waistline, while her whisker was swept back to reveal the delicate agate line of her jaw and the subtle gleam of her gorgeous oculus. She looked every bit the piece of the mysterious and alluring witch that Vivian had grown to admire and desire.

Viktoria, Elizabeth II 's mother, stood royal and imposing, her gaze scanning Vivian with a decisive eye. The elderly womanhood 's beauty was tempered by the frigidness of her demeanor, her features chiseled by the harsh cable of age and the weight of enigma. She regarded Vivian with a mix of contempt and amusement, her voice low and measured as she extended a hand in greeting. `` So, you are the esteemed anthropologist, '' Viktoriya said, her dustup dripping with satire. `` I must admit, I find it ... intriguing that Elizabeth has taken such a exquisite interest in you."

The countess approached, her perfume a heady mix of sandalwood and something more exotic, something primal that stirred the air around her. `` Your ... fascination with my daughter has not gone unnoticed. `` Viktoria 's gaze lingered on Vivian 's mouth, lingering there for a bit before rising to meet her centre again. `` Perhaps it 's not just Elizabeth you 're attracted to, anthropologist, '' she murmured, her words ladened with subtle insinuation. `` Perhaps there is a certain ... allure in the dark arts that even you ca n't resist. `` The countess 's down eyes glinted with mischief, a challenge hidden beneath the control surface of her Scripture. She reached out and her finger brushed Vivian 's forearm in a fleeting, galvanising contact.

Vivian is intimidated not only by Viktoria but also by the sinister smiling that was now plastered on Elizabeth II 's beautiful face.

The trio ascended to their reserved seats in the VIP balcony, the opulent red velvet of the left wing enveloping them in an atmosphere of exclusivity and force. Viktoria 's imposing comportment was augmented by the hulking figure of her personal bodyguard, who hovered discreetly in the background signal. As the maestro raised his baton to signalize the start of the operation, the bodyguard approached with a silver medal tray bearing a crystal vino glass.

Viktoriya accepted the offering with a nice nod, but Vivian and Elizabeth declined with a shared grinning and a shake of their headway. Elizabeth II found herself seated in the center, adjacent to her mother.

As the music swelled, filling the grand auditorium, Viktoria 's hand slid up the length of Elizabeth II 's leg, the delicate textile of her garb leave to reveal a tantalizing sweep of pale thigh. The older char 's digit traced sinuate patterns against Elizabeth 's skin, their breathy susurration and shared laughter a pure reminder of the unspoken hamper between mother and daughter. Vivian could n't help but observe the elusive yet sexual tangency between the two cleaning lady, while the action on the leg seemed to languish into the setting, Vivian 's gaze remained fixed on the elusive dynamics at play between them, her wonder piqued by their unusual closeness.

The auditory sensation of the orchestra seemed to fade away as Elizabeth 's deep regard locked onto a human body across the balcony, her oculus narrowing in recognition. Ingrid, her rival from X past, was seated simple yards away, the very presence of the other witch stirring a maelstrom of emotions within Elizabeth. She felt a thrill run down her spur as memory board of their vivid contention resurfaced, the vitriolic taste of licking and humiliation still lingering on her tongue.

'' Mother, she is here and she is no longer a delusion, '' —Elizabeth whispered urgently, her voice low and menacing. Viktoria 's gaze followed the way of her daughter 's pointed stare, her face a masquerade of cool calculation as she took in the good deal of the cleaning lady who had once been her slap-up adversary .