Chapter 1

A New Adventure

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Vivian 's fag traveling bag hit the floor of the capital of Austria International Airport with a thud, its contents a jumble of Scripture, wearing apparel, and treasured memento from her preceding pleasure trip. The humid air clung to her cutis as she stepped out of the terminus, her gaze drawn to the unfamiliar cityscape before her. Towering Gothic spire and grand, ornate buildings stood Testament to the hundred of history that permeated the very essence of Vienna.This prestigious university had extended an invitation she could n't reject ; an opportunity to surrender tonic talking to on the latest determination in her playing area of anthropological bailiwick.

Little did she make out that the regard as institution harbored enigma of its own, ones that would navigate the internal ear of cobble streets, the exercising weight of her enquiry and the hope of new discoveries propelled Vivian forward. The past times few years had been a whirlwind of academic triumphs and personal conflict, but the allure of uncovering the closed book of human doings kept her driven and focused.

As the aircraft 's steering wheel finally kissed the runway, a wafture of backup man washed over Vivian. The grueling journey from New York to Austrian capital was nearly over, and she could already conceive of the refreshing shower and comfortable hotel room that awaited her. The driver, already at the ready, efficiently collected her luggage and guided her to the car. After the smooth drive into the city arriving at her hotel, Vivian changed into a crisp blouse and trim slacks, the arrant attire for making a strong first effect at the conference.

To calm her short overstrung nerves, she sipped a methamphetamine of rich, racy red wine-colored. It had been a longsighted clip since she felt this level of anxiety - not since the devastating expiration of her beginner just a few eld prior. A foreign, steadfast sensation took up residence in her thorax, a impression she had been so dictated to ignore in the aftermath of her grief. But now, as she prepared to save the keynote lectures she had spent calendar month meticulously preparing for, the intuition in her bureau would not be dismissed. Vivian tried to push the inexplicable unease from her mind, focusing instead on the momentous occasion before her.

As Vivian gazed upon the Agatha foundation, her optic widened in awe at the grandiose Gothic architecture that rose before her like a Testament to the prestige and rich story it held. Only the most privileged scholarly person, offspring of influential functionary, pol, and intellectuals, were granted the opportunity to walk these hallowed halls, their minds shaped by the institution 's rigorous curriculum in humanistic discipline, politics, criminology, science, and the building complex tapestry of human being history.The labyrinthine corridors were a wonder of marble and meticulously carved rock, the intricate details a banquet for the optic and a admonisher of the centuries of accumulated noesis that resided within every ancient paries. As Vivian and her bodyguard ventured deeper into the institution, the very air seemed to hum with the weighting of wisdom and power, its storied past whispering through the ornate carvings and polished surfaces.Larissa Hale, the imposing rector and collaborator of the institution, emerged from the throng of stave and educatee to recognise Vivian warmly.

Larissa Hale, the principal and married person of the institution gave a affable welcome to Vivían, who was shown to the league room where the public lecture will be presented, the room fully organized with the maximum capacity of students attending the anthropologist 's inquiry presentation.

The stunning rector who is much grandiloquent than Vivian opens the event with a welcoming introduction.

'' Please welcome Ms. Setterberg, one of the greatest researchers of human behavior defined from a unique perspective, her new studies have had a groovy import for modern scientific discipline. It is for us a literal pleasure to birth her in our institution, and taking advantage that we are celebrating 30 years since we opened the museum with the avail of bookman and instructor, we are sure that her knowledge will be of neat motivation for the new generations ''.

Vivían smiles graciously at the introduction she receives and proceeds to introduce herself, along with her latest research, and book on the discovery of new human being DNA and how it has connected to ancient civilizations and even to alien portion of other as yet unexplored civilizations.

As Vivian 's part filled the group discussion room, her eyes inevitably locked onto a captivating young Aythya americana seated at the front of the audience. Her porcelain skin and hit features seemed to beam under the fluorescent lights, drawing her gaze like a attracter. She listened intently, her center flicking up to fulfill hers as she scribbled notes on her pad, the campaign of her slender digit mesmerizing her.

But it was n't just her focused attention that held her spellbound, the intelligent dubiousness she posed, probing deeper into her inquiry, only served to heighten the older womanhood 's captivation. Vivian 's reception flowed effortlessly, her articulation carrying the weighting of her expertise as she addressed the other question. Yet, despite the sea of faces before her, her aid remained fixed on the beaming redhead, drunkenness in the sight of her delicate profile and the tantalizing curve of her sass as she concentrated on her row. Her comportment seemed to fill up the way, an unspoken allure that Vivian found herself helpless to resist, her mind wandering to the forbidden possibilities that lay hidden beneath her polished exterior.

As Vivian 's public lecture drew to a last, a clustering of eager educatee and faculty members converged around her, their faces alight with curiosity and ebullience. They bombarded her with interrogation, their voices a lively symphony of academic interrogation that Vivian eagerly answer, her reply weaving a turn of intellectual enthrallment. Amidst the throng, the striking redhead with porcelain skin and perfect features remained engaged in a captivating conversation with Larissa Hale, the institution 's lead. Their animated discourse seemed to pulse with an undercurrent of something more, their body speech communication speaking mass of unverbalized agreement. As the utmost of the inquiring brain were sated and the crowd began to broadcast, the young woman 's regard finally drifted to Vivian. With a confident stride, she made her way through the dwindling sea of people, her heart never leaving hers until she stood before her, her proximity sending a thrill through her veins for some strange reason. The air was great with expectancy, the infinite between them charged with the promise of something new and illicit.

The captivating beauty was dressed in well-fitting uniform clothing and the soupcon of Gothic flair to her makeup fit her face perfectly as she approached Vivian during the break between speakers at the last lecture being held at old Symphony Hall.

"commodity afternoon Vivian, Nice to meet you, my name is Elizabeth Von Marburg, student and leader of the reading enquiry committee at the institution. I was part of the constitution of this outcome. I am fascinated about your theories of connection of space and clip being one of the key elements involved in the old ways old cultures communicated. It reminds me of the probe between alchemy and antediluvian and Bodoni science that encourage the study of supernatural organism, or that belong to to legend, but beyond fantasy, realness fell many bound that homo are incognizant of.

I would be most interested in sharing my theories on such thing in a more indepth way than possible speaking to a crowd for forty minute. I would be most enthral if you would unite me for a luncheon date. We could get out here for a quaint little Cafe where they serve the most yummy meals of a broad chain of mountains and would surely accept something you would like. Maybe even a slice of what citizenry in America call pizza pie ? I hear they have one with the best European olive tree, mushrooms and cheese dishes you have ever tasted"

The invitation delighted the older womanhood who happened to do it pizza with olives and mushrooms most of all.



Holding out her mitt the young woman took Vivian's deal in both of hers in a gente but electric greeting and held it.

"It's a pleasure to listen to your well presented approximation Elizabeth and yes thank you I would be delighted to talk more on them over a decent lunch when this is over today. I can also extend my hypothesis and would wish your feedback on my in vogue research of old Christian Bible in the Houten subroutine library."

"Wonderful Vivian, then it 's a date. We can meet at the East entrance after the last speaker"—She said as she looked in that guidance. The hand round bell marked the end of the break and the women parted ways with plan that excited both of them for unlike reasonableness.

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

Vivian paused for a moment to sketch the scene unfolding outside. An graceful woman, her attire exuding sophistication and wealthiness, emerged from the waiting limo. Her curiosity was piqued as she watched the two women engage in a brief conversation, their give-and-take lost to the din of the metropolis. The red-haired beauty, now Vivian 's focal peak, followed the stylish fair sex back into the sleek fomite.

Two hr dragged by with Vivian 's anticipation climb, her psyche replaying the captivating redhead 's features and the tantalizing candidate of their impendent encounter. Finally arriving at the designated location, Vivian 's bosom raced as she scanned the surroundings for her secret associate. Her gaze locked onto the same refined limousine that had brought the young womanhood to her former. With a uneasy thrill, Vivian watched as the passenger threshold swung open, and the radiant red-header stepped out onto the pavement, accompanied once More by her enigmatic guardian.



Vivian felt almost dress down compared to Elizabeth 's beautiful ornate long flowing garb with vivid colors and laced bodice. She was not used to seeing the beautiful Victorian-era clothing worn on the street. She was starting to see the young red-haired beauty was not the fair woman. She felt a magnetic pull tickling her cardinal brain but tried to dismiss it as an attraction to her beauty and regard for her enlighten acuate creative thinker.

As the older woman who accompanied Elizabeth left to talk to other people at one of the table, the girl approached the meeting property with Vivian to keep her date. Vivian was intrigued to know who the other woman was.

Seated in the shade 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 stupefy young woman tucked her tenacious run wearing apparel under her well-shaped bottom to gently take her rear end across the table.

Elizabeth gilded effortlessly into her rear, her emerald center sparkling as she greeted Vivian with a gracious candy kiss on her hired hand. `` goodness eventide, Vivian, '' she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. `` Please, do forgive my tardiness. I was seeing my female parent through some pressing issue, a rarity for us, indeed. '' Her brim curled into a playful grin as she settled into her chair, the crimson dress clinging to her curves like a minute skin.Vivian 's centre crinkled at the corners as he returned her warm grin. `` No need to rationalise, Elizabeth II. I quite enjoyed the view myself. '' She gestured vaguely towards the bustling property, but her gaze never strayed from the enchanting redheaded woodpecker. She raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued by her casual remark.

'' And just what prospect were you admiring, Vivian ? The patron, perhaps, or the décor ? `` — Her whole tone was scant, but beneath the surface, a current of curiosity rippled.Vivian leaned in, her spokesperson lowering conspiratorially. `` None of the above, Elizabeth II. I was simply waiting for the most catch adult female in the room to arrive."

The women stare at each early for a while and Vivian falling out the silence.

The conversation turned to the hypothesis Vivian was wanting to learn more than about and one of the subjects she had heard Elizabeth expound on during her time at the lectern.

'' I took the audacity to visit the honorary society depository library to see at some of your publications. Let me tell you that I am pleasantly surprised that at such a pinnace age you have made such profound and interesting writings that undoubtedly tie in very often with my recent publishing.

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

Elizabeth listens attentively with a hand on her Kuki-Chin nodding with a relax expression. At that moment they are interrupted by the server, who already knows Elizabeth.

'' salutary evening young woman con Marburg, it is as always a delight to have you here with us, what can I offer you to eat or drink ? ''

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

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

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

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

"Elizabeth, you talked of how some believe the power skips a generation to quash conflict between mother and girl when it comes to vampirism and it is not the same for witchcraft do you pursue the hypothesis the daughters become food stock in a reverse of a baby nursing from the mother and becomes the mother feeding from her infant daughters line of descent and if so does it create some form of loop of the mother breast feeding her infant and the sister giving that muscularity back to her female parent in her rip she takes low drinks of from her child. What is it that is exchanged ?"

A few second passed as the server arrived with the potable and quickly departed.

Elizabeth leaned toward her slightly with her surefooted vocalization, but intriguing key as if sharing a shadow arcanum.

'' Ah, the theory of daughters becoming cannon fodder for witchery, how intrigue. '' She paused and her emerald eyes twinkled mischievously. `` As a descendant of a farseeing line of important citizenry I can assure you it 's not just a myth. Power may be passed from multiplication to generation, but it 's not always a guide progression from mother to daughter. '' Her gaze wandered, as if evoking a removed memory. `` In the particular proposition grammatical case of my family, we have observed a variety of inversion. The eldest girl, upon reaching a sure maturity, begins to nurture the eternal life force play of her mother, just as a baby feeds on the milk of its progenitor ... ''

She traced the rim of her Champagne spyglass with a finger, and the methamphetamine hydrochloride caught the faint light. `` This feeding dynamic creates a beguile feedback cringle. The mother 's vital essence is replenished, while the daughter absorbs the conglomerate wisdom, power and experience of her lineage. In reality, it is a symbiotic relationship : the girl becomes the female parent 's sustenance, while the mother acts as her pupil, guiding her in the arcane arts. ''

Elizabeth 's smiling widened, revealing a tip of fang before she took the cup to hold a sip of her foreign drink.

Vivian thought she was hallucinating due to fatigue and attempt to cut this contingent. Elizabeth adds following ;

"I can say that this theory is not to be taken lightly, it takes a retentive time to enquiry, and of course I can avow it, I do n't like to speak without base. I am grateful for the great sapience imparted by my agnate grandmother, Evangeline"

At this go, the Pres Young woman sighs thoughtfully.

Vivian was not only attracted by the Lester Willis Young woman 's side and energy but also by her thick British English and Hungarian accent.

"Well that is very enlightening and telling information indeed"Vivian response. She wants to explore what more the young stunner can avail her understand.

"I have another point I 'd like to discuss. When it comes to the theme that part of the possibility suggest that ego made vampire are little more than special talented witches do you agree with her assumption that ability for a crone of today 's time will never gain plenty power and knowledge to get 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 lamia ?"

Elizabeth 's gaze sharpened as Vivian posed the question, her interest piqued by the depth of the question. `` An fantabulous point, Vivian. The notion that self-made vampire are essentially powerful witches who 've reached a plateau is a theory I 've considered at length. '' She steepled her fingers, her eyebrow furrowing in thought process.

'' While I agree that the sheer magnitude of magical knowledge and raw zip required to wrench oneself into a fully fledged lamia is a monumental task, I 'm not entirely convinced it necessitates external help from a coven or materfamilias. `` Her oculus sparkled with a steer of challenge as she continued, `` In today 's world, we 're seeing a rise in soul with extraordinary aptitudes and a hunger for cognition that transcends the bound of what 's traditionally thought potential. '' She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial rustle.

'' With the right combining of innate talent, studious allegiance, and perhaps a dash of thoroughly circumstances or ... otherworldly influence, I believe it 's imaginable for a modern witch to push past the halfway fool and achieve full vampire status through their own endeavor. '' —Elizabeth 's smile was enigmatic, hinting at secret yet to be uncovered.

After absorbing Elizabeth's well formed answer Vivian asked another motion, making a genial promissory note of the young woman 's response that sail quickly like an undetermined sea, each response simply opens up more questions.

"On the subject of longsighted distance Reading or feeling other vampire or congener with some part turned stemma do you contend that for model a hag managed to get turned one-half way that her grand girl would be one quarter turned and on down the short letter to one eighth turned and so on ?"

Elizabeth 's centre gleamed with intrigue as she contemplated the motion.

"The estimation of dilution of vampiric traits through contemporaries, passing from granddaughters to great-great-granddaughters, is an connive concept,"she mused.

"However in my experience the actual manifestation of vampiric /witchcraft influence can be far more complex and unpredictable than a simple quartering or eighthing of the original trait. What I 've observed is that the essence of vampirism, that rummy spark that sets a crone 's blood afire with the hungriness from infinity, can reappear in unexpected ways across propagation. It 's not just a matter of one-dimensional patterned advance, 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, bully granddaughters, and beyond many not necessarily inherit a rigid percentage of their ancestor 's vampiric tendencies. Instead, they might exhibit unique traits, abilities, or even vulnerability that are tied to the pilot transformation, but have evolved into something new and unpredictable over time."

The light of her beautiful blue/green centre and grin that formed on her full perfectly shaped backtalk portrayed the delight Elizabeth I felt when the question was so very near the true statement of what was happening with her and her own female parent. The very reason her mother was not able to fully flex despite being an elder witch of the highest order she was out of turn. It had been so long since any beldame in her lineage had turned there was no way to fuck if she was the"girl"that was supposed to be food or the mother that was supposed to run from her daughter. But that her mother never fully turned it gave hope to Elizabeth that she was the right generation and the turning that was already taking place within her would take her all the way.

At this prison term Elizabeth is half way through her own variety as she followed the ancient Word of God of spells, potions and rituals to get the first ego made vampire in 500 years with the help of her grandmother Evangeline, who had only made it halfway. The old charwoman had not been able to get the trance right but did gain plenty tycoon to see and feel some hoi polloi as prey and to cash in one's chips some of her change down to her distaff granddaughters. Somehow it skipped a generation to not have direct clashes between female parent and girl. Elizabeth being born under the rakehell moonshine on October 31, would own more baron than her upstage American first cousin Vanessa would have through the blood but the year long rite would turn on her if she had the nature and desire to change.

Elizabeth II could see that Vivian was an impressive woman to have struck so close to the Truth for a pure mortal.

The young knockout felt the weight of an vivid, threatening gaze. Her headspring snapped towards the left, her emerald eyes locking onto the soma in the distance. Indrig Dimitrescu, one of the most right enchantress on the European Council of Vampires and Witches, stood out like a dark lead against the backdrop of the fussy restaurant. Her striking green middle, almost amaranth in their intensity, were narrowed in their direction. The whiten dress hugged her stacked figure like a indorsement skin, while the magnanimous black hat and the ever-present coffin nail in her red mouth added to her formidable aura.

Even from afar, Elizabeth could sense the spitefulness that radiated from the older Wiccan. It brought back graphic memories of the failed snatch attempt when Elizabeth I was just 13. Indrig 's outline had ultimately earned her a butt on the council, but the bad stemma between the two hag ran deep. Elizabeth II 's heart quickened as she felt Vivian 's hand on her arm, pulling her binding into the present.

"Everything is alright"?

'' Oh, yes, everything 's fine, '' she replied, forcing a toffee smile. While her eyes left Indrig 's form for three s, a silent challenge passed between them.

Elizabeth I accidentally drops a account book she was carrying in her lap, Vivian picks it up and notices its name .'The rake Moon'

'' How matter to, must be quite a deep read. ``

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

"Yes, it is a Holy Scripture I am writing, very complete. I have written it myself, with the service of my nanna 's precept. It frames more complex issues than we have discussed in our conversations, but it is certainly more terminated than the composition I published for the university. Mom does n't like it when I write in such detail about the secrets of the mankind"



Elizabeth I feels a rush of rip to the front of learning ability at the very instant she finished her solvent and the nutrient arrived at the table.

Across the creation her blood cousin Vanessa she had been feeling at random times since the sixth lunation microscope stage of her translation was having sex with and exerting her circumscribed big businessman over a woman she had taken as sex slave. Feeling deeper as she brought her world power into focus she could feel what her younger cousin really wanted was to turn the wholly menage to her will. A remarkable feat without truly knowing the extent of her power.

Vanessa knew she was somehow dissimilar and could defecate her pet woman Becky bend to her will with only a look and genial ejection of instructions to the adult female who now worshiped her after being the one who seduced her. Now they had ended up years later reversed and now it was Becky falling down the well of captivity to the Young woman.

In that fraction of a moment Elizabeth could finger her upstage cousin 's coming as she made her woman pet Becky service her.

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

Elizabeth 's pussy clenched and her thorax filled with a hot flashbulb of nearly orgasmic feeling when she saw the aspect of Becky, the womanhood Vanessa had chosen was the Lapplander case that sat across from her in the spook eating her first insect bite of Delicious pizza pie and looking at her with those beautiful green middle.

The only dispute being she could feel that Becky was a slightly untested variation of Vivian. She felt the synchrony between them all.

In that sec of reaching for her own piece of pizza pie she knew she had reached a new level of agreement and mightiness.

Elizabeth knew the vision was telling her that her initial interest in Vivian was more than just an attraction to a sandbag aged woman and this fair sex across the table from her was going to be hers, for macabre purposes, but she had to test her first to be sure.

As the meal wrapped up and it was time to voice, Elizabeth I felt a rush of power and looked into Vivian's eye and was able to reach into her mind sufficiency to stimulate the honest-to-god woman's pussy clench in the same cycle as her own. She could see in the woman's eye the world-class weakness she would exploit to bulge out the unsuspecting woman down the darkness path of sexual slavery her doppelganger Becky far across the cosmos was sliding into at the mitt of her amazing offspring cousin.

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

Vivian 's eyes locked onto Elizabeth II 's, her stare drinking in the mesmerizing emerald profundity. A jar of electrical energy crackled through her veins as she became acutely mindful of the animal latent hostility building between them. Elizabeth could sense the subtle changes in Vivian 's body speech communication ; the way her nerve flushed a cryptic spook of crimson, the unvoluntary crossover of her legs, and the telltale tightening of her thigh as she struggled to contain the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Despite the physical distance between them, Vivian felt as though her fingers had brushed against Elizabeth II 's bare skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.

She could almost sample the sweetness of her foreplay, the musky undertones mingling with the crisp scent of her perfume. Vivian 's reaction only served to deepen Elizabeth II 's desire, her heart and soul pounding in her chest like a drum.

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

Vivian takes a sip of her wine-coloured and chortle.

At that moment Elizabeth 's chauffeur approaches the table to herald that her female parent is waiting for her in the limousine.

'' It was a splendid evening, Ms Setterberg, I enjoyed your companionship tonight but I must go. Tomorrow we will talk some more at the Kunsthistorisches Museum of Art chronicle, there is going to be an worry exhibition, so you are cordially invited, we can meet in the independent wing, your entree will be barren, my treat"

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

"Of grade, I would love to, you have been very kind, see you tomorrow"

"Today 's bill is also paid today, I must admit that I had not tried this dish called pizza pie, but I do n't repent it at all"

With a gentle embrace impertinence candy kiss to say goodbye were exchanged that sent another wave of sexual stimulation deep into the pubes of both women they had never felt so intensely before.

Elizabeth I left the seat and left her book/journal on the mesa, Vivian quickly tried to run after her to return it to her, but the fille 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 II 's lips as she converses with her female parent before starting the chauffeur.

Around the place there was a lot of bowel movement and quite strange people following the apparent movement of Viktoria and her daughter.

Ingrid 's spies had watched Elizabeth I throughout her life. Born on the perfect parentage moon, the signboard were right for this young char to be very powerful. Some books even spoke of the approximation that the next vampire would be a redhead, like Queen Lilith."Long crinkled curl of fiery red hair and fair complexion with full, alky lips to meet her splendid mane."

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

"Well, it seems that Lester Willis Young Von Marburg has already surpassed her mother 's skill. I suspected this one might bring trouble. find out 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 orders,"The spy said sheepishly and left walking backward, head down walking away from the adult female he feared.

Later that evening at the Von Marburg mansion

The ardent gleam of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Viktoria 's regal feature article as she stood before the blazing hearth, her long, very well robe of violet silk and fur swaying gently with each apparent movement. The rich, royal hue seemed to darken the surrounding air, drawing all care to the materfamilias 's distinguished figure. Her chicken feed of wine was her just companion, the ruby ​​liquid glistening in the firelight as she sipped it thoughtfully.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Elizabeth I walked purposefully into the room, her long ecru and blue robe billowing behind her. The vernal figure of her beloved girl stood in unadulterated contrast to Viktoria 's statuesque presence. Elizabeth I 's red locks were pulled up in a dim-witted yet becoming style, her porcelain cutis glowing without a shadow of makeup. In her slender hired man, she clutched a family unit record album, its worn leather back telling tarradiddle of coevals past. Viktoria turned to face her daughter, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed Elizabeth 's pensive formula.

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

'' It was her mother, Ingrid was in the restaurant and she was not alone, I 'm trusted many of the multitude there were n't even humans, they were her little trained dearie. 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 hanker time ago I was having visual sense and lucid dream with a girl who looked like me but younger, a teenager, I thought maybe they were messages from my previous life-time because I had to resolve some issues, but today I 'm indisputable we are in the Saame timeline but in another role of the populace. And I saw that cleaning woman in the vision with her, that cleaning woman, she was selfsame 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 reckoning in their profoundness. She set her wine glassful down on the nearby pedestal, the crystal clinking softly against the marble as she turned her full attention to her daughter. `` Ingrid, you say ? That conniving harlot, '' the Countess growled, her ample voice taking on a menacing bound. Viktoria 's slender digit tightened into fists, the silken fabric of her robe stretching taut over her knuckles. `` She thinks she 's so clever, does n't she, flaunting her little familiars in world like that. ``

The Countess paced cheeseparing to the fireplace, her long gown sweeping behind her like a night, living shadower. She stopped in front of Elizabeth, her center searching the new adult female 's typeface as if looking for any signs of illusion or weakness. `` But these visual sensation of yours, my dearest, '' Viktoria continued, her tone softening to a dangerous murmur, `` they could be important indeed. If you truly saw a younger adaptation of yourself, and connected with her across time and distance ... perhaps it 's fate calling, Elizabeth II. `` The Countess 's words hung in the air, gravid with implication and unspoken desire.

Elizabeth holds up her old home photo record album while on the same page she looks at the impression she printed from the internet of the girl she saw in visions and found, almost selfsame to her but in a younger reading.

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

'' Come surveil me, I have to express you something. ''

The way was a treasure trove of arcane tomes and forbidden knowledge, the musty look of aged newspaper publisher filling the air. A life-size portrait of Viktoria and her belatedly husband, Lucifer, dominated one wall, their faces etched with triumph and darkness power.

Underneath that big old portrait. A sheepskin wall with a tumid family tree diagram figure of the von Marburg menage, to which Viktoria began to explain to her daughter.

Viktoria 's deep, inquisitive voice filled the room as she stroked her daughter 's hair and buttock with a female parent 's attender touch.

'' My lamb Elizabeth, you see the significance of our lineage expanding across telephone exchange Europe and portion of Hungary. Perhaps the young woman in my imaginativeness is our upstage descendant on your paternal grandmother 's English. Some of our kin have ventured to the United land, so it 's possible she resides there, in one of the heavy cities. ``

Her eyes locked onto Elizabeth 's, shimmering with a knowing light. `` If you were to reach out to her, make a connector, you may unveil more answers to the mysteries that plague you. '' Viktoria 's smile was oracular, hinting at enigma yet to be unearthed. `` The arriver of your ... fellow traveler, who bears similarities to the other woman, also bears consideration. Remember, your business leader grows with each passage day. You have my blood coursing through your veins - I am a deity beyond world. Your grannie taught you a lot, and you learn quickly."

Elizabeth 's nod was a bare acknowledgment, her mind still mired in the tangled emotions that swirled within her. Viktoria 's touch, however, jolted her back into the portray, the elderberry bush witch 's finger tracing the curves of her daughter 's lips with a perverse fascination. `` You know what I desire, my dear, '' Viktoria purred, her husky voice dripping with a gruesome sensuality. `` I want to see ... hear ... all those enigma beneath those hold mouth, let your mother take a look '' As if in answer, Viktoria 's grasp tightened, her fingerbreadth digging into the cushy shape of Elizabeth 's chin.

Without warning, Viktoria grasped Elizabeth II 's Chin firmly, their faces inches apart. The Thomas Young witch felt herself being drawn closer, until their breather mingled, and their lips brushed in a fleeting, almost chaste contact. A soft, teasing osculation started the passionate conflagration, but it soon intensified into a fervent, athirst substitution. Viktoria 's mouth claiming Elizabeth 's with a ardour that bordered on despair.

fire danced in the air as Viktoria 's great power surged, the standard candle around the room igniting spontaneously, their aflicker Christ Within casting an eerie glow over the intimate scene. The elder witch 's groan vibrated against Elizabeth 's rim, her own tongue invading the young woman 's mouth in a carnal duel.

Viktoria 's handle tightened on her daughter 's scruff, pulling her closer, the very air around them charged with a potent, dangerous free energy, lingua tangled in a sensual dance of toxicant and Passion. saliva mingled, creating a heady, illicit cocktail that left them both breathless and wanting more.

Elizabeth buries her nails in her mother 's neck while she growls back and bites her girl 's lower lip tough, making it bleed.

As soon as the new crone 's blood was in tangency with her mother 's tongue, Viktoria 's center went completely white to see the memories and imaginativeness her daughter had been accumulating. In this way she was able-bodied to transport herself in her mind and saw fit of the young teenage missy on the other side of meat with a adult female similar to Vivian in a b being whipped, then flashes of the anthropologist 's face in the eating house with her daughter, and Ingrid 's boldness sitting there with a macabre smiling spying on her girl with a design in hand.

As Viktoria tried to go deeper into her daughter 's idea something prevented her, it was as if her girl 's mogul was cutting through her, making her nous hurt intensely as millions of knives pierced her skull and throat, leaving her breathless and losing her balance.

Elizabeth pressed the center of her mother 's os frontale with two finger to make for her out of her trance.

"mother !"

Viktoria 's eyes snapped back into focus, the intense whiteness replaced by her piercing emerald depths, now narrowed with a mix of frustration and vexation. She released her reserve on Elizabeth 's chin, her fingers trailing down to cup the younger woman 's purge cheek in a gentler caress.

'' Painful, was n't it, my dear ? '' Viktoria 's husky articulation was laced with a wind of amusement, despite the pounding in her own synagogue from the failed psychical invasion, her own backtalk still smeared with her daughter 's yummy blood.

She straightened, her posture regal and imposing once more, the midnight purpleness of her nightgown seeming to darken as she moved. `` Your power is growing, and it 's not just the visions that are troublesome. You 're developing ... barrier. Defenses that even I may struggle to transgress in time. `` —Viktoria paced closer to the flickering candlelight, her eyes fixed on some distant point as she collected her thoughts. `` Ingrid 's bearing here is no coincidence, and I suspect she 's already begun to manipulate effect, playing on your fears and desires to delineate you into her web. We must be cautious, Elizabeth II. Her ultimate finish is to turn you against me, to put my own pulp and blood against the womanhood she sees as her rival."

At that present moment in the hotel way, Vivian was relaxing in the bathtub taking a burble bath while studying the page 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 amniotic fluid of the bathtub, she found herself drawn to the challenging pages of the journal. Her fingers traced the intricate symbols and strange varsity letter, the red and black inks seeming to pulsate with an otherworldly push. Sanskrit, Latin, and occult * * * * * * * * * * * danced before her eyes, an ancient speech that defied her attempts to decipher its import. Vivian was careful not to let the Page get wet, her oddity piqued despite the danger of ruining the worthful tome.

As she delved deeper into the book 's mysteries, memories of the unsettling effect at the eating place began to resurface, swirling in her gut like a storm of emotions. The image of Elizabeth I 's enigmatic presence, her piercing regard, and the unnerve sensations that had coursed through Vivian 's trunk seemed to meet, coalescing into a gnawing aching that spread from her stomach to the very substance of her pegleg. An inexplicable tingling superstar began to build in Vivian 's lower abdomen, intensifying until it became almost intolerable. She bit her lip, a silent groan trapped behind her teeth as she struggled to grasp the force out that now gripped her.

She sets the Holy Scripture aside on a side of meat board as she sinks into the lather and lower her rightfield hired man to the midsection of her legs under the warm water.

Vivian 's nous was lost to the swirling aesthesis that consumed her, her thoughts hazy and disconnected. The intense desire that had taken hold could only be attributed to the stress of the foresightful journeying, or so she told herself. Her hand moved in gentle circles across her raw clitoris, the come to sending jolts of pleasance through her organic structure. As her eyes drifted shut, Vivian 's moans filled the bathroom, each exhale sending ripple across the surface of the bathwater, her mind could not help but see Elizabeth 's eyes and her perfect body, her voice, her manus, her red hair, she began to groan as she spread her legs wider and kept moving her hips, she felt her own wetness despite being in the bathtub, her body shaking.

Her moment alone is interrupted by the reverberance of her phone snapping her out of her momentary trance.

Vivian 's fingers paused mid roach as the shrill closed chain of her phone jolted her spinal column to reality. She blinked, piddle droplets clinging to her lashes as she reached for the nearby towel to dry her hand. Retrieving her speech sound from the bedside mesa, Vivian 's center widened as she saw the name `` Christmas carol '' illuminated on the screen ; her only daughter, currently on a photography tour of Kingdom of Spain. Mustering a vivid tone, Vivian replied,

'' Hey dish, how 's Spain treating you ? Have you snapped some nonplus shots yet ? '' As she spoke, Vivian 's mind strayed to thoughts of Carol, her beautiful, adventurous daughter. She wished she could be there to share in the cultural submergence and artistic formulation that this duty tour surely provided.

However, the demand of Vivian 's own career often left her feeling hangdog about the distance between them. `` I hope you 're having the sentence of your biography, carol, '' Vivian continued, a mite of wistfulness creeping into her voice. `` make sure to baby in all the topical anesthetic flavors and experiences too, not just the photography. ''

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



'' It 's been a not bad adventure mom, I wanted to mouth to you for a while, tomorrow I will be at a fashion show, there will be a contest and whoever has the most impressive movie can get to act upon for a keen party of photographers in the fashion humans. I am so emotional ! It can be the start of my great life history at last"

Vivian, listening attentively to her girl, her heart swells with inflammation as she imagines every detail of her adventures, and a shadowy tinge of melancholy that her daughter was already becoming more and more independent.

Suddenly, the water in the bathtub began to moil and belch, as if it were on the verge of a boil. The john brightness level flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the bulwark. Vivian gasped, her dead body tense with a mix of fear and confusion. Realizing the water was growing far too hot, she hastily climbed out of the tub, her naked form glistening with droplets. She hastily wrapped herself in a towel, shivering as the air seemed to grow thick with an unnatural energy.

Despite her growing uneasiness, Vivian felt compelled to remain on the line with Christmas carol, her girl 's vox a soothing balm amidst the chaos. However, their connection suddenly went drained, leaving only an eerie muteness in its viewing. As if to emphasize the bizarre natural event, the bathroom luminance above the sink exploded with a deafening fissure, plunging Vivian into darkness.Terrified, she abandoned the privy, fleeing to the independent room of her suite where the lights, mercifully, remained intact. Her affectionateness pounded in her dresser as she wrapped the towel tighter around her organic structure, 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 call you later, I 'm going out with admirer.

Christmas carol hangs up the telephone, and finally Vivian lets out a sigh, unable to find an explanation for what has happened, she calls the hotel avail to fix the scant bulb with many head in her judgement and a void in her chest.

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The next dawning in the Museum

Vivian entered the grand main fender of the art chronicle museum, her heart blanket with wonder at the deluxe surroundings. She was dressed impeccably, her attire a testament to her refined esthesia. As she approached the delegate meeting point, her gaze settled on the captivating digit awaiting her ; Elizabeth.

The Cy Young woman exuded an air of beauty and elegance, her polished dress and poised conduct a staring complement to the stately atmosphere of the museum. The red-header noticed Vivian 's arrival and strode forward, her social movement graceful and purposeful.

'' good good morning, Vivian, '' she greeted with a warm, inviting grinning while kissing her hand. `` It 's a pleasure to see you again. `` As the senior adult female 's script brushed against Elizabeth 's red sass, a jolt of electricity seemed to course of instruction through both of them, sparking a tangible tension between them. Vivian felt her breather catch, a shake running down her rachis as she gazed into Elizabeth II 's piercing unripened eyes. The Thomas Young beldam 's smile held a tip of balefulness, a suggestion that she too was aware of the sizzling undercurrent that seemed to threaten to have them both. `` Please, survey me, '' Elizabeth purred, her interpreter low and sultry. `` I have a few musical composition in mind that I believe you 'll obtain ... enlightening."

The Kunstkammer in Austrian capital, which contains rarities from the former Hapsburg treasure sleeping room and marvel rooms, celebrated a lucullan reopening in March 2013. The collection constitutes one of the most important art chambers in the world and displays cute particular from the Middle eld, rebirth, and Baroque periods. Highlights include the Art sleeping room of Emperor Rudolf II, the Exotica-Komplex, and the famous 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 digit glided along the ornate railing as she guided Vivian through the labyrinthian G. Stanley Hall of the capital of Austria Museum of Art, her eyes glowing with an intimate flak that seemed to ignite in response to each new uncovering.

The sr. woman followed closely behind her, her breath acceleration as she took in the riches of noesis being imparted by her young guidebook.

'' Many of these artifacts hold secrets of ancient mintage, '' Elizabeth I whispered conspiratorially, her voice barely audible above the gentle murmuration of early patrons.

'' That dagger, for example, has been in the museum 's self-command for centuries. Its blade is said to be forged from the real metals that can harm lamia : atomic number 47, iron, and copper. Rumor has it that it was used to pop a powerful vampire in the 15th one C"

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

It seems to be an antique from the Middle old age infused with a mixture of toxicant from all over the continent. It is said to induce been built to kill demon and devil. They say they do not know where it is, it will be two-bagger that it is this Saame dagger ?"

Elizabeth 's thoughts drifted, lost in the intricate tapestry of her own mind, as she beheld the exquisite sticker on display.

The memory of her initial visions of remote full cousin Vanessa resurfaced, the recollection so brilliant it felt as though the scene unfolded before her once more. She recalled the innocent girl 's ravenous desire, the crimson liquid pooling from Aunt Becky 's cut finger as Vanessa savored the taste sensation of her auntie 's blood with an preternatural hunger. Elizabeth II 's mouth twitched, a apparition taste lingering on her own tongue as she relived the moment in her mind 's eye. Her emerald regard unfocused as she traversed the depths of her head, the visual sense of Vivian 's vivid green optic flickering into prospect. Elizabeth 's fascination with the esteemed anthropologist intensified, her mind racing with the opening of delving into Vivian 's selfsame inwardness. The outlook of unlocking the out of sight facet of this enigmatic woman 's Psyche only further kindled the younger witch 's peculiarity and desire to explore the uncharted territory of Vivian 's being.

After some transactions, as she rounded a recess, Elizabeth 's regard fell on a display of medieval anguish instruments, and her eyes widened with a mixture of enchantment and disconsolate delight. Ñ

'' Oh, look how beautiful ! '' she exclaimed, as her slender digit ran along the groove and spikes of a particularly gruesome-looking appliance. `` Can you imagine the screams these device would wring from a lamia or a crone"—Knowing deep down that her female parent has tasted death more than once thanks to these torture device that greatly excite the Cy Young witch.

'' Vivian watched, transfixed, as Elizabeth 's imagination ran raging, picturing private dungeons and moody rituals.

Now in the next art exhibition wing, Elizabeth paused before a striking couple of painting, one a portrayal depicting the various phases of the moon, the other a surrealistic aspect of a woman clad in a orange red dress, rain pouring from the sky like origin from the heavens.

'' Behold, the ageless dancing of feminine power, '' Elizabeth II purred, her gaze roaming over the art with a knowing luminosity in her passably heart.

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

And the adult female in red, drenched in the soaker of her own baron, a testament to the ferocious beauty and dark magic that lies within us. ``

She turned to Vivian, her smile puzzling. `` This painting is one of a series by the avant garde artist Hans Baldung Grien. His works often sport woman as emblems of sin, desire, and the supernatural. The blood rain, some say, represents the bloody tide of a adult female 's monthly oscillation, while others believe it to be a metaphor for the life-giving office of womanly magic."

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

After two and a half minute chatting and touring the museum, Vivian was more attracted and curious about the beautiful offspring woman, her accent, her beauty and her intelligence service are fascinating, the eloquence of her words and her way of walking and expressing herself, she had never met anyone like her, no doubt about it.

"well Vivian I guess you are a little fag, we can have tea and then you can companion me to the palmenhaus castle greenhouse, I have to visit my plant"

Vivian nodded wearily, her mind still reeling from the kaleidoscope of secrets and antediluvian major power that Elizabeth had revealed. The prognosis of tea and a sojourn to the Palmenhaus palace glasshouse sounded like the perfect abatement. `` That sounds lovely, Elizabeth, '' she replied, her note subdued yet appreciative. `` I could certainly use a import to collect myself after all the ... enlightening Book of Revelation you 've shared with me today. ``

As they made their way to the tea room, Vivian could n't stir the feeling that she was being watched, a prickle of awareness that seemed to give forth from the very rampart of the museum itself. She glanced back, half expecting to see soul boring into her spine, but the corridor was empty. Shaking off the sense experience, Vivian focused on the show moment, savoring the fragile perfume of the tea and the affectionateness of Elizabeth II 's smile as they sat together in well-fixed silence.

Palmenhaus Green Palace

After the lovesome tea they shared, they arrived at the greenhouse in Elizabeth 's private car, unlike her mother, she did not like to be in a limo but in a classic 1957 Rolls Royce with her secret chauffeur.

Arriving at the ostentatious nursery, Vivian was fascinated as she and Elizabeth I joined the term of enlistment templet, visiting and learning more about poisonous and amazing plants, beautiful but lethal in their extraordinary nature as well as the mysterious young cleaning lady. The women wander away from the bunch of tourists and go to a more withdraw part of the nursery where there are beautiful stair and in a sheltered area a large plant.

'' Ah, the Night Blooming Cereus, '' —Elizabeth said, her heart sparkling with captivation. `` A avowedly wonder of the botanical world, do n't you think, Vivian ? ''

The young beldam 's articulation was low and soporific as she continued. `` Native to the deserts of the American SW, this flora is a master of conjuring trick. Its nocturnal blooms, while breathtaking in their airy beauty, conceal a deadly enigma within their delicate petals. ''

Elizabeth 's words dripped with an air of dark enchantment, drawing Vivian deeper into the secret of the exotic flora. `` The toxic nectar of the Cereus serves as a potent defense mechanism, deterring predators from the plant 's tender buds. It 's a poignant reminder of the often cruel harmony between nature 's magnificence and the dangers that lurk beneath the Earth's surface. '' As Elizabeth I spoke, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two women and the hypnotic allure of the plant life 's symbolization. `` In many ways, '' the new witch mused, `` the night Blooming Cereus serves as a fitting metaphor for our own existence, do n't you agree, Vivian ?"

Vivian swallows saliva, it 's inevitable that she feels spooky about the bearing of the young woman, even more so when Elizabeth II gets too close leaving little space between them.

Elizabeth gently touches the petals of the tumid flush with gravid forethought, while whispering in Vivian 's ear.

'' Come on touch it a petty, it 's not toxic on contact and it 's more potent at night with the moonshine. ''

Vivian 's finger brushed against Elizabeth 's, the delicate petals of the Night Blooming Cereus serving as an intimate accelerator between them. The young crone 's regard drifted to Vivian 's rim, her breath catching as a quiver ran through her slender frame. It was as if the flower 's toxic allure had been amplified a thousandfold by the subtle yet electric cutaneous senses of Vivian 's skin against her own.

Elizabeth 's emerald center widened as she felt the associate tingle begin to work up anew within her low belly. The sensation intensified, spreading through her essence until it pooled in her panties, dampening the textile with the nectar of her own foreplay. The plant 's hypnotic power paled in comparison to the undeniable burden Vivian was having on her. As Vivian sighed, a expectant, tepid strait that seemed to carry the free weight of forbidden desire, Elizabeth felt as though she was touching the flock of Vivian 's twat without ever making channelize link. The air was slurred with tensity, the boundary between them blurring until it became inconceivable to differentiate where one 's skin ended and the other 's began.

Vivian blinks and tactile property an vivid electric discharge in her chest of drawers, the perfume of the young woman is exquisite, intoxicating even, she was a sample, an alien works, the most captivating of all the exhibition, in flesh and pedigree. At that precise here and now, Elizabeth notices that a man dressed in black is spying on her behind some bushes, surely one of Ingrid 's spies, she senses the peril nearby.

Vivian found herself helplessly entranced by the sight of Elizabeth 's exquisite, picket complexion, her delicate features seeming to glow in the balmy visible radiation of the nursery. The younger witch 's words drifted in and out of her focus, ineffectual to vie with the all consuming awareness of Elizabeth 's very presence. Elizabeth turned to speak, Vivian 's gaze lingered on the flawless expanse of her tegument, the sharp-worded contrast of her retentive, elegant fingernails against that backcloth of porcelain perfection.

'' Before I forget ... '' Vivian 's vocalisation was a breathy whisper, her eyes never leaving Elizabeth 's face as she reached into her purse to recall the unknown Good Book.

'' ... Thank you very much, near. I imagine you took a peep at it, did n't you ? '' The enquiry hung in the air, weighted with the tongueless implication that Elizabeth had delved deeper into the tome 's secrets than she let on.

"I tried, but there is some symbolism that is nameless to me. It would be interesting to be able-bodied to tattle with you in Sir Thomas More depth and have you show me more things. It 's funny, I have studied many thing and I am obviously honest-to-goodness than you, but you seem to own deeper knowledge than I am completely intrigued by, to tell you the truth ”.

As their fingers brushed, exchanging the unknown playscript between them, a jar of electricity seemed to arc from Elizabeth 's hand to Vivian 's, the flicker of attraction palpable in the air between them. Vivian felt herself undressed in that here and now, not just physically, but emotionally exposed as well. For the first-class honours degree sentence in her sprightliness, she experienced that spark with another man being, and it was the sure-enough woman who had ignited it within her.

Vivian did n't clear that she was staring at the young woman for a prospicient time, which she might think is impolite. Elizabeth breaks the silence to stretch out another invitation to the woman.

"What do you think if we leave the survey for tomorrow at the central library, and tonight you accompany me and my mother to the opera at the Imperial courtyard dramaturgy ”.

Vivian 's marrow skipped a metre at the invitation, her pulse quickening as she imagined herself in the princely setting of the imperial Court theater, surrounded by the grandeur of the opera. `` I would be honored to play along you and your female parent to such a prestigious event. It is a privilege I would n't dare refuse. `` The older char felt a rush of excitement, her mind already racing with the possible action of what the even might convey. 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 mess then, play me at 8 o'clock at the ingress of the dramatic art"—Elizabeth finishes the judgment of conviction as she kisses Vivian 's impertinence and take the air away, disappearing down the enceinte Baroque era hallway.

As the women parted ways, Vivian could n't shake the lingering sensation of that spark, the promise of something more profound than bare friendship or intellectual curiosity. She found herself lost in thought, replaying the moments they 'd shared in the greenhouse, each skirmish of their finger's breadth a whispered promise of the passion yet to get. Tonight, in the opulent background of the opera, Vivian would venture on a journeying of self-discovery, one that would moderate her down a course of interdict desire and ancient secrets. minuscule did she know that the true magic lay not in the carrying into action on leg, but in the fascination that bloomed between two fair sex, their hearts beating as one in the shadows of a long-forgotten past.

opera house in the theater

As the grand carriage pulled up to the ornate entrance of the Vienna commonwealth Opera, Vivian 's meat raced with a mix of nervous fervour and anticipation. She took a recondite breath, smoothing the soft folds of her evening surgical gown with trembling deal. The ample emerald silk clung to her form, accentuating the pernicious curves of her aging human body. A string of pearls nestled between her breast, the easygoing gleaming of the rig lamps dancing across the fine-tune gemstones.

Stepping out onto the red carpeting, Vivian felt a sense of awe slipstream over her at the sheer grandness of the theater 's facade. The opulent baroqueness design, with its ornate balconies and towering newspaper column, seemed to number alert in the flickering candlelight. Her thought were a whirlwind of picture from her studies, the ancient rite, the rustle of hidden enigma, the legends of mighty cleaning lady who had once walked these very halls.

As she followed Elizabeth up the brush stairway, Vivian could n't aid but sense a mother wit of belonging, as if the very essence of her being was attuned to this world of mystery and intrigue. She felt Elizabeth 's hand eternal rest gently on the pocket-size of her backrest, guiding her forward with a insidious insistency that sent frisson down her spine.

"Here, I will present my mother."

Elizabeth 's bearing was a vision of elegance, her form-fitting calamitous velvet nightdress hugging every curve as she moved with the grace of a vulture. The Victorian corset accentuated her slim waist, while her whisker was swept back to divulge the frail line of her jaw and the subtle gleam of her gorgeous eyes. She looked every bit the theatrical role of the mysterious and alluring Delilah that Vivian had grown to look up to and desire.

Viktoria, Elizabeth 's female parent, stood royal and imposing, her gaze scanning Vivian with a critical eye. The sure-enough woman 's beauty was tempered by the coldness of her demeanor, her feature film chiseled by the harsh short letter of age and the weight of secrets. She regarded Vivian with a mix of disdain and amusement, her vocalisation low and measured as she extended a handwriting in greeting. `` So, you are the esteemed anthropologist, '' Viktoriya said, her language dripping with sarcasm. `` I must acknowledge, I find it ... intriguing that Elizabeth has taken such a keen interest in you."

The countess approached, her perfume a heady mix of sandalwood and something more alien, something key that stirred the air around her. `` Your ... enthrallment with my girl has not gone unnoticed. `` Viktoria 's gaze lingered on Vivian 's lips, lingering there for a moment before rising to fit her eyes again. `` Perhaps it 's not just Elizabeth I you 're attracted to, anthropologist, '' she murmured, her words load with subtle innuendo. `` Perhaps there is a certain ... allure in the dark arts that even you ca n't resist. `` The countess 's blue middle glinted with mischief, a challenge concealed beneath the surface of her words. She reached out and her fingers brushed Vivian 's forearm in a fleeting, electric contact.

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

The trio ascended to their reserved seats in the VIP balcony, the opulent red velvet of the left field wing enveloping them in an ambience of exclusivity and power. Viktoria 's imposing presence was augmented by the hulking figure of her personal bodyguard, who hovered discreetly in the background. As the master raised his baton to signal the commencement of the public presentation, the escort approached with a silver tray bearing a vitreous silica wine-colored glass.

Viktoriya accepted the offering with a gracious nod, but Vivian and Elizabeth declined with a shared smile and a waggle of their heads. Elizabeth found herself seated in the middle, next to her mother.

As the music swelled, filling the grand auditorium, Viktoria 's hand slid up the duration of Elizabeth 's leg, the delicate textile of her dress leave to reveal a tantalizing expanse of pallid thigh. The older char 's digit traced wiggly shape against Elizabeth 's hide, their breathy voicelessness and shared laughter a arrant reminder of the unverbalised alliance between female parent and daughter. Vivian could n't facilitate but observe the subtle yet sexual tangency between the two adult female, while the natural action on the point seemed to fade into the background, Vivian 's gaze remained fixed on the subtle dynamic at play between them, her curiosity piqued by their unusual closeness.

The speech sound of the orchestra seemed to fade away as Elizabeth I 's deep gaze locked onto a number across the balcony, her center narrowing in recognition. Ingrid, her challenger from decennary past, was seated mere yards away, the very mien of the other witch stirring a maelstrom of emotions within Elizabeth II. She felt a shiver run down her spine as memories of their intense competition resurfaced, the bitter taste of licking and humiliation still lingering on her tongue.

'' Mother, she is here and she is no longer a hallucination, '' —Elizabeth whispered urgently, her voice low and menacing. Viktoria 's gaze followed the direction of her daughter 's pointed stare, her expression a mask of cool calculation as she took in the pot of the char who had once been her greatest adversary .