Chapter 1

A New risky venture

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Vivian 's raddled suitcase hit the floor of the Vienna International Airport with a thud, its contents a mare's nest of ledger, clothes, and treasured mementos from her past expeditions. The humid air clung to her skin as she stepped out of the terminal, her stare drawn to the unfamiliar cityscape before her. Towering Gothic steeple and elevated, ornate building stood Testament to the centuries of story that permeated the very nitty-gritty of Vienna.This honored university had extended an invitation she could n't turn down ; an opportunity to deliver keynote lecturing on the later findings in her playing field of anthropological cogitation.

Little did she cognise that the esteem institution harbored secrets of its own, ones that would navigate the internal ear of cobble streets, the system of weights of her inquiry and the promise of new discoveries propelled Vivian forward. The past few twelvemonth had been a whirlwind of academician triumphs and personal struggles, but the allure of uncovering the mysteries of human behaviour kept her driven and focused.

As the aircraft 's wheels finally kissed the runway, a wave of relief washed over Vivian. The grueling journeying from New House of York to Austrian capital was nearly over, and she could already suppose the refreshing shower and comfortable hotel room that awaited her. The driver, already at the gear up, 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 potato chip blouse and tailored slacks, the arrant attire for making a strong first stamp at the league.

To quiet her suddenly jittery nervousness, she sipped a chalk of rich, racy red wine. It had been a long fourth dimension since she felt this floor of anxiety - not since the desolate departure of her Fatherhood just a few years prior. A unusual, unfaltering sensation took up residence in her chest, a feeling she had been so determined to disregard in the wake of her grief. But now, as she prepared to deliver the keynote lectures she had spent months meticulously preparing for, the suspicion in her chest would not be dismissed. Vivian tried to advertise the inexplicable unease from her mind, focusing instead on the momentous occasion before her.

As Vivian gazed upon the Agatha Institution, her eyes widened in awe at the grandiose Gothic architecture computer architecture that rose before her like a will to the prestigiousness and rich history it held. Only the most privileged students, offspring of influential official, politicians, and intellectuals, were granted the opportunity to walk these hallowed lobby, their thinker shaped by the institution 's tight programme in fine art, government, criminology, science, and the complex tapestry of human history.The labyrinthine corridors were a marvel of marble and meticulously carved Isidor Feinstein Stone, the intricate detail a feast for the eyes and a reminder of the centuries of pile up noesis that resided within every ancient rampart. As Vivian and her escort ventured rich into the institution, the very air seemed to hum with the weight of Wisdom and top executive, its storied past whispering through the ornate carvings and polished surfaces.Larissa Nathan Hale, the imposing rector and collaborator of the initiation, emerged from the throng of staff and students to greet Vivian warmly.

Larissa Hale, the principal and partner of the instauration gave a amiable welcome to Vivían, who was shown to the conference room where the lecturing will be presented, the elbow room fully organized with the maximum capacity of bookman attending the anthropologist 's research presentment.

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

'' Please welcome Ms. Setterberg, one of the greatest research worker of homo doings defined from a unparalleled view, her new studies have had a majuscule import for forward-looking scientific discipline. It is for us a tangible pleasure to have her in our mental home, and taking advantage that we are celebrating 30 years since we opened the museum with the assistant of pupil and instructor, we are sure that her knowledge will be of gravid motivation for the new generations ''.

Vivían smiles graciously at the intromission she receives and proceeds to inaugurate herself, along with her latest research, and script on the uncovering of new human DNA and how it has connected to ancient civilizations and even to alien components of other as yet unexplored civilizations.

As Vivian 's voice filled the group discussion room, her eye inevitably locked onto a captivating young Melanerpes erythrocephalus seated at the strawman of the hearing. Her porcelain skin and light upon lineament seemed to shine under the fluorescent lights, drawing her gaze like a attraction. She listened intently, her heart flicking up to play hers as she scribbled distinction on her pad, the motility of her slender fingers mesmerizing her.

But it was n't just her pore attention that held her spellbound, the healthy doubtfulness she posed, probing deeper into her research, only served to escalate the older women 's enthrallment. Vivian 's reception flowed effortlessly, her voice carrying the weight of her expertness as she addressed the other question. Yet, despite the sea of faces before her, her aid remained fixed on the effulgent Melanerpes erythrocephalus, imbibing in the survey of her delicate profile and the tantalizing curve ball of her brim as she concentrated on her Holy Scripture. Her front seemed to fill the room, an unspoken allure that Vivian found herself helpless to resist, her mind wandering to the veto hypothesis that lay hidden beneath her polished exterior.

As Vivian 's lecture drew to a close, a cluster of eager scholarly person and faculty members converged around her, their faces alight with curiosity and enthusiasm. They bombarded her with inquiry, their voices a lively philharmonic of academician interrogation that Vivian eagerly reply, her responses weaving a trance of cerebral fascination. Amidst the throng, the striking redhead with porcelain cutis and perfect features remained engaged in a captivating conversation with Larissa George Ellery Hale, the institution 's principal. Their animated give-and-take seemed to pulse with an undercurrent of something more, their body language speaking volumes of unspoken apprehension. As the last of the inquiring judgment were sated and the crowd began to disperse, the young woman 's gaze finally drifted to Vivian. With a confident tread, she made her way through the dwindling sea of people, her eyes never leaving hers until she stood before her, her proximity sending a rush through her venous blood vessel for some strange understanding. The air was heavy with anticipation, the space between them charged with the hope of something new and illicit.

The captivating mantrap was dressed in well-fitting unvarying clothing and the jot of Gothic architecture genius to her makeup fit her look perfectly as she approached Vivian during the break of serve between verbalizer at the live lecture being held at old Symphony Hall.

"trade good good afternoon Vivian, nice to meet you, my public figure is Elizabeth II Von Marburg, student and drawing card of the reading enquiry committee at the institution. I was theatrical role of the organization of this event. I am fascinated about your hypothesis of connexion of distance and time being one of the key elements involved in the old way of life old culture communicated. It reminds me of the investigations between alchemy and antediluvian and modern science that encourage the field of supernatural beings, or that belong to to fable, but beyond phantasy, realness skin many border that human being are unaware 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 XL minutes. I would be most revel if you would join me for a dejeuner date. We could give here for a quaint little coffeehouse where they serve the most delicious meals of a all-embracing ambit and would surely have something you would like. Maybe even a slicing of what people in America predict Pizza ? I hear they have one with the advantageously European olive tree, mushrooms and Malva sylvestris dishes you have ever tasted"

The invitation delighted the former cleaning lady who happened to have a go at it pizza with olive and mushrooms most of all.



Holding out her deal the Whitney Young woman took Vivian's hand in both of hers in a gente but galvanic greeting and held it.

"It's a delectation to listen to your well presented ideas Elizabeth and yes thank you I would be delighted to talk Sir Thomas More on them over a dainty luncheon when this is over today. I can also expand my hypothesis and would wish your feedback on my latest research of old Word of God in the Houten Library."

"Wonderful Vivian, then it 's a appointment. We can meet at the Orient entrance after the concluding speaker"—She said as she looked in that counsel. The hand rung Alexander Bell marked the end of the break and the cleaning woman parted ways with plans that excited both of them for different intellect.

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

Vivian paused for a here and now to resume the scene unfolding exterior. An elegant fair sex, her attire exuding edification and wealth, emerged from the waiting limousine. Her peculiarity 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 beauty, now Vivian 's focal point, followed the stylish woman back into the sleek vehicle.

Two minute dragged by with Vivian 's expectancy mounting, her mind replaying the captivating redhead 's features and the tantalizing prospect of their impendent coming upon. Finally arriving at the designated localisation, Vivian 's heart raced as she scanned the environment for her cryptical companion. Her gaze locked onto the like graceful limousine that had brought the young womanhood to her originally. With a nervous shiver, Vivian watched as the passenger door swung undefended, and the refulgent red-header stepped out onto the pavement, accompanied once to a greater extent by her enigmatic guardian.



Vivian felt almost dress down compared to Elizabeth II 's beautiful ornate long flowing dress with vivid colors and laced bodice. She was not used to seeing the beautiful Victorian-era wearable worn on the street. She was starting to see the young red-haired stunner was not the average woman. She felt a magnetic pull tickling her primal brain but tried to send away it as an attraction to her stunner and obedience for her clear sharp thinker.

As the older woman who accompanied Elizabeth left to talk to other people at one of the tables, the girl approached the meeting place with Vivian to keep her date. Vivian was intrigued to get it on who the other woman was.

Seated in the tincture of the tall gothic construction in the old part of town was like being in a Latinian language novel setting. Vivian watched the goodwill as the sensational Edward Young woman tucked her long hang dress under her well-shaped bottom to gently take her seat across the tabular array.

Elizabeth gilded effortlessly into her butt, her emerald eyes sparkling as she greeted Vivian with a gracious kiss on her hand. `` Good evening, Vivian, '' she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. `` Please, do forgive my tardiness. I was seeing my mother through some pressing matters, a oddment for us, indeed. '' Her sass curled into a playful smile as she settled into her chair, the crimson dress clinging to her breaking ball like a second base skin.Vivian 's oculus crinkled at the corners as he returned her warm grinning. `` No necessitate to rationalise, Elizabeth. I quite enjoyed the view myself. '' She gestured vaguely towards the bustling place, but her gaze never strayed from the enchanting redheader. She raised an eyebrow, her sake piqued by her casual comment.

'' And just what perspective were you admiring, Vivian ? The patrons, perhaps, or the décor ? `` — Her tone was Inner Light, but beneath the aerofoil, a current of rarity rippled.Vivian leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. `` None of the above, Elizabeth II. I was simply waiting for the most beguile womanhood in the elbow room to arrive."

The women stare at each other for a while and Vivian breaks the silence.

The conversation turned to the possibility Vivian was wanting to learn Sir Thomas More about and one of the field of study she had heard Elizabeth expound on during her fourth dimension at the reading desk.

'' I took the audacity to visit the academy library to look at some of your publications. 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 in vogue publication.

I particularly note your significant full point regarding metaphysics, alchemy, connected with vigour vampirism and its implications and applications in ground forces experiments even, but your treatises seem very ancient, precisely what I have always wanted to meet upon. ''

Elizabeth listens attentively with a hand on her Chin nodding with a unstrain expression. At that minute they are interrupted by the waiter, who already knows Elizabeth.

'' honorable evening Miss con Marburg, it is as always a delight to have you here with us, what can I offer you to eat or salute ? ''

'' I 'd care something to drink, you know, the common, and for later mushroom pizza '' — response Elizabeth while the server nods his capitulum and then turns to Vivian.

'' And what would you like to eat brothel keeper ? ''

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

As the unwelcome 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 propagation to avoid conflict between mother and daughters when it comes to vampirism and it is not the same for witchcraft do you follow the theory the daughter become food blood in a reverse of a child nursing from the mother and becomes the female parent feeding from her infant daughter stemma and if so does it create some kind of eyelet of the female parent bosom feeding her baby and the baby giving that Energy back to her mother in her blood she takes low crapulence of from her small fry. What is it that is exchanged ?"

A few minutes passed as the waiter arrived with the potable and quickly departed.

Elizabeth leaned toward her slightly with her surefooted voice, but intriguing key as if sharing a nighttime enigma.

'' Ah, the hypothesis of daughter becoming fodder for witchcraft, how intriguing. '' She paused and her emerald eyes twinkled mischievously. `` As a descendent of a long stock of important people I can promise you it 's not just a myth. Power may be passed from multiplication to generation, but it 's not always a directly forward motion from mother to girl. '' Her gaze wandered, as if evoking a distant memory. `` In the particular showcase of my family, we have observed a sort of sexual inversion. The eldest daughter, upon reaching a certain maturity, begins to aliment the interminable liveliness force of her mother, just as a baby feeds on the milk of its progenitor ... ''

She traced the rim of her champagne glass with a finger, and the chalk caught the faint light source. `` This feeding dynamic creates a entrance feedback cringle. The mother 's vital essence is replenished, while the daughter absorbs the accumulated wiseness, power and experience of her lineage. In reality, it is a symbiotic relationship : the daughter becomes the female parent 's livelihood, while the mother acts as her pupil, guiding her in the arcane arts. ''

Elizabeth II 's smile widened, revealing a tinge of fang before she took the cup to take a sip of her strange drink.

Vivian thought she was hallucinating due to wear and tried to brush aside this detail. Elizabeth II adds next ;

"I can say that this hypothesis is not to be taken lightly, it takes a foresightful meter to enquiry, and of course I can verify it, I do n't like to utter without foundation. I am grateful for the bully sapience imparted by my agnatic granny, Evangeline"

At this last, the young woman sighs thoughtfully.

Vivian was not only attracted by the untried woman 's face and energy but also by her thick British English language and Hungarian accent.

"Well that is very enlightening and impressive information indeed"Vivian answer. She wants to search what Thomas More the young beauty can help her understand.

"I have another head I 'd like to discuss. When it comes to the idea that part of the theory suggest that self made lamia are little More than surplus talented witches do you agree with her premise that power for a witch of today 's time will never gain adequate ability and knowledge to make it beyond the halfway peak in self-turning and would need the aid of coven or matriarch to make it all the way to broad vampire ?"

Elizabeth 's gaze sharpened as Vivian posed the interrogative sentence, her stake piqued by the depth of the inquiry. `` An excellent power point, Vivian. The notion that self-made lamia are essentially powerful witches who 've reached a tableland is a theory I 've considered at length. '' She steepled her fingers, her brow furrowing in thought.

'' While I agree that the sheer magnitude of magical knowledge and raw vigour required to turn oneself into a full-fledged vampire is a monumental chore, I 'm not entirely convinced it necessitates extraneous help from a coven or matriarch. `` Her heart sparkled with a hint of challenge as she continued, `` In today 's world, we 're seeing a climb in somebody with extraordinary aptitudes and a thirstiness for knowledge that transcends the bounds of what 's traditionally thought possible. '' She leaned in, her part dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

'' With the right combination of unlearned gift, studious dedication, and perhaps a dash of good circumstances or ... otherworldly influence, I believe it 's conceivable for a modern beldame to push past the halfway mark and achieve full phase of the moon vampire status through their own cause. '' —Elizabeth 's smile was enigmatic, hinting at secrets yet to be uncovered.

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

"On the subject of long distance recital or feeling early vampires or relatives with some portion turned roue do you contend that for lesson a beldam managed to get turned one-half way that her grand daughters would be one quarter turned and on down the line to one eighth turned and so on ?"

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

"The idea of dilution of vampiric traits through generations, passing from granddaughters to great-great-granddaughters, is an intriguing construct,"she mused.

"However in my experience the existent manifestation of vampiric /witchcraft influence can be far more complex and unpredictable than a elementary quartering or eighthing of the original trait. What I 've observed is that the gist of vampirism, that remarkable spark that sets a witch 's blood afire with the thirst from infinity, can re-emerge in unexpected shipway across genesis. It 's not just a matter of linear onward motion, but rather a fluid, almost, quantum phenomenon that defies simple arithmetic ”.

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

"The granddaughters, peachy granddaughters, and beyond many not necessarily inherit a posit percentage of their ascendent 's vampiric tendencies. Instead, they might exhibit unique traits, abilities, or even vulnerabilities that are tied to the original shift, but have evolved into something new and unpredictable over time."

The twinkle of her beautiful blue/green centre and smile that formed on her full perfectly shaped lips portrayed the delight Elizabeth felt when the question was so very near the truth of what was happening with her and her own mother. The very reason her mother was not able to fully turn despite being an elder hag of the eminent order she was out of turn. It had been so long since any witch in her stemma had turned there was no way to make out if she was the"daughter"that was supposed to be food for thought or the mother that was supposed to flow from her daughter. But that her female parent never fully turned it gave Leslie Townes Hope to Elizabeth that she was the right generation and the turning that was already taking place within her would strike her all the way.

At this fourth dimension Elizabeth II is half way through her own change as she followed the ancient Quran of spell, potions and ritual to become the first self made vampire in 500 old age with the aid of her grandma Evangeline, who had only made it halfway. The old woman had not been able to get the spells right but did arrive at enough mightiness to see and feel some people as prey and to pass off some of her change down to her female person granddaughters. Somehow it skipped a generation to not throw direct clangoring between mother and daughters. Elizabeth being born under the stemma moon on Oct 31, would induce Thomas More power than her removed American cousin Vanessa would hold through the origin but the year long ritual would crop on her if she had the nature and desire to change.

Elizabeth could see that Vivian was an impressive fair sex to bear struck so close to the truth for a saturated mortal.

The Edward Young beauty felt the weightiness of an intense, threatening gaze. Her headway snapped towards the left wing, her emerald eyes locking onto the frame in the distance. Indrig Dimitrescu, one of the most potent enchantress on the European Council of lamia and hag, stood out like a blue superstar against the backdrop of the busy eating house. Her striking green eyes, almost amaranth in their intensity, were narrowed in their guidance. The white attire hugged her voluptuous human body like a 2nd skin, while the large black hat and the ever-present cigarette in her blood-red lips added to her formidable aura.

Even from afar, Elizabeth I could sense the malice that radiated from the quondam beldame. It brought back vivid memories of the failed kidnapping attempt when Elizabeth was just 13. Indrig 's scheme had ultimately earned her a seat on the council, but the bad ancestry between the two Wiccan ran deep. Elizabeth 's bosom quickened as she felt Vivian 's deal on her arm, pulling her back into the present.

"Everything is alright"?

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

Elizabeth accidentally drops a book she was carrying in her lap, Vivian picks it up and notices its public figure .'The Blood Moon'

'' How interesting, must be quite a deep read. ``

Elizabeth I turns left again but Ingrid has magically evaporated. Then the Cy Young fair sex looks off into the distance at her female parent who is still distracted by the former people at the table.

"Yes, it is a book I am writing, very complete. I have written it myself, with the supporter of my grandmother 's teachings. It frames more complex effect 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 contingent about the mystery of the world"



Elizabeth feels a rush of blood to the front of brain at the very bit she finished her answer and the food arrived at the table.

Across the public her blood cousin-german Vanessa she had been feeling at random clip since the sixth moon degree of her transformation was having sex with and exerting her restrain office over a adult female she had taken as sex slave. Feeling deeper as she brought her power into focus she could finger what her younger full cousin really wanted was to release the whole kin to her will. A singular feat without truly knowing the extent of her world power.

Vanessa knew she was somehow different and could bring in her pet cleaning woman Becky bending to her will with only a look and mental projection of instructions to the woman 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 fountainhead of captivity to the young cleaning woman.

In that fraction of a moment Elizabeth could palpate her aloof cousin 's orgasm as she made her charwoman pet Becky religious service her.

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

Elizabeth 's pussy clenched and her pectus filled with a hot flash of nearly orgasmic tactile sensation when she saw the cheek of Becky, the woman Vanessa had chosen was the same face that sat across from her in the shade eating her firstly bite of scrumptious pizza pie and looking at her with those beautiful green eyes.

The only difference being she could finger that Becky was a slightly youthful interpretation of Vivian. She felt the synchronicity between them all.

In that second base of reaching for her own fade of pizza she knew she had reached a new level of understanding and power.

Elizabeth knew the visual sense was telling her that her initial involvement in Vivian was more than just an magnet to a stupefy older cleaning woman and this cleaning woman across the table from her was going to be hers, for macabre purposes, but she had to prove her first to be sure.

As the meal wrapped up and it was time to part, Elizabeth felt a surge of power and looked into Vivian's eyes and was able to pass into her mind enough to make the older fair sex's kitty clench in the Sami rhythm as her own. She could see in the woman's eyes the first impuissance she would exploit to get down the unsuspecting charwoman down the grim path of sexual slavery her doppelganger Becky far across the creation was sliding into at the hand of her awe-inspiring Whitney Moore Young Jr. first cousin.

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

Vivian 's center locked onto Elizabeth I 's, her gaze crapulence in the mesmerizing emerald depths. A saccade of electricity crackled through her mineral vein as she became acutely aware of the fleshly stress building between them. Elizabeth II could sense the subtle changes in Vivian 's body voice communication ; the way her cheeks flushed a bass wraith of ruby, the involuntary crossing of her leg, and the revealing tightening of her thigh as she struggled to take the sudden onrush of pleasure. Despite the physical space between them, Vivian felt as though her fingers had brushed against Elizabeth 's bare skin, the esthesis sending shudder down her spine.

She could almost smack the bouquet of her rousing, the musky undertone mingling with the crisp smell of her essence. Vivian 's reaction only served to step up Elizabeth II 's desire, her heart throb 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 vino and chuckles.

At that moment Elizabeth 's chauffeur approaches the table to harbinger that her mother is waiting for her in the limousine.

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

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

"Of course, I would have sex to, you have been very kind, see you tomorrow"

"Today 's nib is also paid today, I must admit that I had not tried this smasher called Pizza, but I do n't regret it at all"

With a gentle embrace face candy kiss to say arrivederci were exchanged that sent another wave of sexual arousal deep into the loin of both char they had never felt so intensely before.

Elizabeth left the place and left her book/journal on the board, Vivian quickly tried to run after her to return it to her, but the female child 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 back talk as she converses with her mother before starting the chauffeur.

Around the home there was a lot of motion and quite unknown people following the movements of Viktoria and her daughter.

Ingrid 's spy had watched Elizabeth throughout her life. Born on the double-dyed blood moonshine, the mansion were ripe for this young charwoman to be very mighty. Some rule book even spoke of the idea that the adjacent lamia would be a redhead, like world-beater Lilith."Long wavy locks of fiery red hair's-breadth and carnival skin color with broad, riotous lips to match her glorious 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 mother 's skill. I suspected this one might lend trouble. find out out all you can about this woman that vernal Elizabeth I will be taking. There must be some kind of connective that I have not seen yet."

"Yes Your grace of God, I will go now and follow your parliamentary law,"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 warm glow of the hearth cast flickering vestige across Viktoria 's regal feature film as she stood before the blazing hearth, her long, fine robe of purpleness silk and fur swaying gently with each movement. The plentiful, royal hue seemed to darken the surrounding air, drawing all attending to the materfamilias 's impose figure. Her glassful of wine was her only companion, the crimson ​​liquid glistening in the firelight as she sipped it thoughtfully.

Suddenly, the threshold flare-up open, and Elizabeth walked purposefully into the room, her long beige and blue robe billowing behind her. The youthful flesh of her beloved daughter stood in stark demarcation to Viktoria 's statuesque presence. Elizabeth 's red whorl were pulled up in a childlike yet becoming style, her porcelain skin glowing without a hint of make-up. In her slender hand, she clutched a kinfolk album, its worn leather cover telling tales of generations past. Viktoria turned to look her daughter, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed Elizabeth 's pensive verbalism.

'' My lamb, what brings you here at this minute ? '' she asked, her racy contralto voice low and placid, like aged wine.

'' It was her mother, Ingrid was in the eating house and she was not alone, I 'm certain many of the people there were n't even humanity, they were her short trained PET. That beldam is up to something, it 's no coincidence that she showed up right when I was having these sight. Ingrid must already have intercourse something. I told you that a hanker time ago I was having vision and lucid dreams with a little girl who looked like me but younger, a teenager, I thought maybe they were subject matter from my previous animation because I had to conclude some result, but today I 'm sure we are in the same timeline but in another part of the populace. And I saw that cleaning woman in the vision with her, that woman, she was very to Vivian ... all this is a big sign, mother.

Viktoria 's emerald heart widened slightly at Elizabeth 's words, a hint of intrigue mingling with the ever-present cold calculation in their astuteness. She set her vino drinking glass 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 lady of pleasure, '' the Countess growled, her rich interpreter taking on a menacing boundary. Viktoria 's slender fingers tightened into clenched fist, the silken material of her robe stretching taut over her knuckles. `` She thinks she 's so clever, does n't she, flaunting her little companion in public like that. ``

The Countess paced closer to the fireplace, her hanker gown sweeping behind her like a wickedness, living tincture. She stopped in front of Elizabeth, her heart searching the untried cleaning lady 's face as if looking for any signboard of deception or weakness. `` But these visions of yours, my lamb, '' Viktoria continued, her timbre softening to a dangerous heart murmur, `` they could be crucial indeed. If you truly saw a younger rendering of yourself, and connected with her across metre and space ... perhaps it 's portion calling, Elizabeth. `` The Countess 's words hung in the air, weighty with implication and unspoken desire.

Elizabeth holds up her old home photo album while on the like Page she looks at the characterisation she printed from the cyberspace of the miss she saw in visions and found, almost identical to her but in a younger version.

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

'' semen follow me, I have to show you something. ''

The room was a gem trove of arcane tomes and forbidden knowledge, the musty smell of get on report filling the air. A life-sized portrait of Viktoria and her late husband, Lucifer, dominated one rampart, their faces etched with triumph and dark power.

Underneath that big old portraiture. A lambskin wall with a large class tree figure of the von Marburg kinsfolk, to which Viktoria began to explicate to her daughter.

Viktoria 's inscrutable, questioning voice filled the room as she stroked her girl 's hair and nerve with a mother 's tender cutaneous senses.

'' My dear Elizabeth, you see the import of our pedigree expanding across central EC and function of Hungary. Perhaps the young womanhood in my visions is our distant descendant on your enatic gran 's side. Some of our kin have ventured to the United States, so it 's possible she resides there, in one of the larger cities. ``

Her middle locked onto Elizabeth 's, shimmering with a knowing light. `` If you were to extend to out to her, make a connection, you may uncover more answers to the mysteries that plague you. '' Viktoria 's smile was enigmatic, hinting at secrets yet to be unearthed. `` The comer of your ... fellow traveller, who bears similarities to the other woman, also bears condition. Remember, your top executive grows with each passing day. You have my parentage coursing through your veins - I am a deity beyond worlds. Your grandmother taught you a lot, and you learn quickly."

Elizabeth 's nod was a mere acknowledgement, her judgment still mired in the sweep emotions that swirled within her. Viktoria 's touch, however, jolted her back into the deliver, the elder Wiccan 's finger's breadth tracing the curve ball of her daughter 's sass with a perverse fascination. `` You know what I desire, my dear, '' Viktoria purred, her gruff voice dripping with a macabre sensuality. `` I want to see ... hear ... all those enigma beneath those ward sass, let your mother take a look '' As if in reception, Viktoria 's grasp tightened, her fingerbreadth digging into the soft material body of Elizabeth 's chin.

Without warning, Viktoria grasped Elizabeth 's chin firmly, their faces inches apart. The new enchantress felt herself being drawn closer, until their breaths mingled, and their lips brushed in a fleeting, almost chaste inter-group communication. A mild, teasing kiss started the passionate inferno, but it soon intensified into a fervent, hungry central. Viktoria 's rima oris claiming Elizabeth 's with a excitement that bordered on despair.

Flames danced in the air as Viktoria 's tycoon surged, the candle around the elbow room igniting spontaneously, their flickering light casting an eerie glow over the knowledgeable scene. The elder crone 's moans vibrated against Elizabeth II 's backtalk, her own spit invading the young woman 's mouth 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, unsafe Department of Energy, lingua tangled in a sultry dance of toxicant and Passion. Saliva mingled, creating a heady, illegitimate 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 daughter 's lower lip operose, making it bleed.

As soon as the immature Wiccan 's blood was in contact with her mother 's knife, Viktoria 's oculus went completely white to see the memories and sight her daughter had been accumulating. In this way she was capable to transport herself in her brain and saw scenes of the young teenage girl on the other side of meat with a woman similar to Vivian in a barn being whipped, then flashes of the anthropologist 's face in the restaurant with her daughter, and Ingrid 's face sitting there with a macabre smile spying on her girl with a programme in hand.

As Viktoria tried to go deeper into her daughter 's mind something prevented her, it was as if her daughter 's world power was cutting through her, making her mental capacity suffering intensely as billion of knives pierced her skull and throat, leaving her breathless and losing her balance.

Elizabeth pressed the center of her mother 's forehead with two fingers to convey her out of her trance.

"mother !"

Viktoria 's eye snapped back into direction, the acute innocence replaced by her piercing emerald depths, now narrowed with a mix of frustration and concern. She released her prevail on Elizabeth 's chin, her finger's breadth trailing down to cup the younger adult female 's flushed impertinence in a gentler caress.

'' Painful, was n't it, my dearest ? '' Viktoria 's husky spokesperson was laced with a pinch of amusement, despite the throbbing in her own tabernacle from the failed psychical invasion, her own backtalk still smeared with her daughter 's delicious blood.

She straightened, her posture regal and imposing once more, the midnight purple of her gown seeming to darken as she moved. `` Your might is growing, and it 's not just the visions that are troublesome. You 're developing ... barrier. Defenses that even I may clamber to gap in metre. `` —Viktoria paced unaired to the flickering candlelight, her oculus fixed on some distant point as she collected her view. `` Ingrid 's presence here is no conjunction, and I suspect she 's already begun to manipulate events, playing on your fears and desires to draw and quarter you into her web. We must be cautious, Elizabeth. Her ultimate end is to wrench you against me, to put my own shape and origin against the woman she sees as her rival."

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

As Vivian sank into the lovesome, suds-filled waters of the bath, she found herself drawn to the intriguing pages of the diary. Her finger's breadth traced the intricate symbol and strange letter, the red and melanise inks seeming to throb with an preternatural energy. Sanskritic language, Latin, and supernatural * * * * * * * * * * * danced before her eyes, an ancient language that defied her attack to decipher its substance. Vivian was careful not to let the page get wet, her curiosity piqued despite the risk of ruining the worthful tome.

As she delved deeper into the script 's whodunit, memories of the unsettling result at the restaurant began to resurface, swirling in her gut like a tempest of emotions. The figure of speech of Elizabeth II 's enigmatic presence, her piercing gaze, and the unnerving genius that had coursed through Vivian 's body seemed to meet, coalescing into a gnawing aching that spread from her tum to the very core of her pegleg. An incomprehensible tingling sensation began to build up in Vivian 's lower belly, intensifying until it became almost unendurable. She bit her lip, a still moan trapped behind her teeth as she struggled to comprehend the force that now gripped her.

She sets the book aside on a incline table as she sinks into the suds and lowers her flop hand to the heart of her legs under the fond water.

Vivian 's mind was lost to the swirling sense experience that consumed her, her thoughts hazy and disconnected. The vivid desire that had taken grasp could only be attributed to the accent of the yearn journey, or so she told herself. Her script moved in entitle roach across her raw clitoris, the rival sending jolt of pleasure through her organic structure. As her eyes drifted shut, Vivian 's moans filled the lavatory, each exhale sending rippling across the control surface of the bathwater, her nous could not facilitate but see Elizabeth 's eyes and her perfective tense trunk, her voice, her hired man, her red haircloth, she began to moan as she spread her leg wider and kept moving her hips, she felt her own wetness despite being in the bathtub, her body shaking.

Her consequence alone is interrupted by the sonorousness of her headphone snapping her out of her fugitive trance.

Vivian 's fingers paused mid circle as the shrill ring of her phone jolted her back to reality. She blinked, weewee droplets clinging to her lashes as she reached for the nearby towel to dry her hand. Retrieving her phone from the bedside table, Vivian 's centre widened as she saw the name `` Christmas carol '' illuminated on the screen ; her only girl, currently on a picture taking tour of Spain. Mustering a brightly tone, Vivian replied,

'' Hey sweetheart, how 's Spain treating you ? Have you snapped some amazing blastoff yet ? '' As she spoke, Vivian 's intellect strayed to sentiment of carol, her beautiful, adventurous daughter. She wished she could be there to percentage in the cultural immersion and artistic verbalism that this tour surely provided.

However, the demands of Vivian 's own career often left her feeling guilty about the space between them. `` I hope you 're having the time of your sprightliness, Carol, '' Vivian continued, a hint of wistfulness creeping into her articulation. `` shuffle sure to indulge in all the local flavors and experiences too, not just the photography. ''

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



'' It 's been a corking adventure mom, I wanted to peach to you for a patch, tomorrow I will be at a fashion display, there will be a contest and whoever has the most impressive pictures can get to work for a gravid fellowship of photographers in the way world. I am so mad ! It can be the start of my heavy career at terminal"

Vivian, listening attentively to her girl, her heart swells with fervour as she imagines every contingent of her adventures, and a weak soupcon of melancholy that her daughter was already becoming Thomas More and More independent.

Suddenly, the water in the bath began to churn and guggle, as if it were on the verge of a boil. The bathroom lights flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Vivian gasped, her dead body tense with a mix of reverence and mental confusion. Realizing the water was growing far too hot, she hastily climbed out of the tub, her naked frame glistening with droplets. She hastily wrapped herself in a towel, shivering as the air seemed to grow midst with an abnormal energy.

Despite her growing unease, Vivian felt compelled to remain on the rail line with carol, her daughter 's voice a comfort balm amidst the chaos. However, their connection suddenly went absolutely, leaving only an eerie muteness in its wake. As if to emphasize the bizarre occurrence, the bathroom light above the sink exploded with a deafening sally, plunging Vivian into darkness.Terrified, she abandoned the can, fleeing to the main room of her suite where the lights, mercifully, remained intact. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wrapped the towel tighter around her body, a sense of foreboding subsidence over her like a shroud. What was happening ?

"Mom…mom are you there ?"

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

Mom, I 'll prognosticate you later, I 'm going out with supporter.

Carol hangs up the headphone, and finally Vivian lets out a sigh, unable to happen an explanation for what has happened, she calls the hotel service to fix the light medulla oblongata with many doubtfulness in her head and a void in her chest.

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The next morning in the Museum

Vivian entered the grand chief wing of the art history museum, her centre wide with curiosity at the princely surroundings. She was dressed impeccably, her attire a testament to her svelte sensitivity. As she approached the denominate meeting point, her gaze settled on the captivating figure awaiting her ; Elizabeth.

The young woman exuded an air of beauty and elegance, her polished attire and poised demeanor a perfect complement to the stately atmosphere of the museum. The Aythya americana noticed Vivian 's arriver and strode forward, her movements elegant and purposeful.

'' Good dawning, Vivian, '' she greeted with a warm, inviting grinning while kissing her manus. `` It 's a pleasure to see you again. `` As the elder woman 's bridge player brushed against Elizabeth 's red mouth, a jolt of electricity seemed to class through both of them, sparking a palpable tensity between them. Vivian felt her breathing place catch, a shiver running down her spine as she gazed into Elizabeth 's piercing gullible centre. The young witch 's smile held a speck of roguishness, a suggestion that she too was aware of the sizzling undercurrent that seemed to threaten to wipe out them both. `` Please, follow me, '' Elizabeth II purred, her voice low and sultry. `` I have a few part in mind that I believe you 'll find out ... enlightening."

The Kunstkammer in Vienna, which contains rarities from the former Habsburg gem bedchamber and wonder rooms, celebrated a plushy reopening in Master of Architecture 2013. The assembling constitutes one of the most important art chambers in the domain and displays cute detail from the Middle Ages, Renaissance, and Baroque period point. Highlights include the Art Chamber of emperor butterfly Rudolf II, the Exotica-Komplex, and the famous Saliera.

The architectural mirror image of the Museum of mulct Arts is the natural history Museum, which is located directly opposite and was also built according to programme by Gottfried Semper and Karl von Hasenauer.

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

The onetime woman followed closely behind her, her hint speedup as she took in the wealth of knowledge being imparted by her young guide.

'' Many of these artefact hold arcanum of ancient species, '' Elizabeth whispered conspiratorially, her vocalisation barely hearable above the soft murmur of other patron.

'' That obelisk, for example, has been in the museum 's monomania for C. Its brand is said to be forged from the very metallic element that can harm vampires : silver, iron, and bull. hearsay has it that it was used to pour down a powerful vampire in the fifteenth century"

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

It seems to be an antique from the Middle old age infused with a mixture of poisons from all over the Continent. It is said to cause been built to wipe out daimon and fiend. They say they do not know where it is, it will be twice that it is this same sticker ?"

Elizabeth II 's thought process drifted, lost in the intricate arras of her own head, as she beheld the exquisite dagger on display.

The memory of her initial visions of distant first cousin Vanessa resurfaced, the recollection so vivid it felt as though the tantrum unfolded before her once more. She recalled the destitute lady friend 's ravenous desire, the crimson liquid pooling from Aunt Becky 's cut finger as Vanessa savored the taste of her aunt 's descent with an uncanny thirst. Elizabeth I 's lips twitched, a phantom perceptiveness lingering on her own tongue as she relived the moment in her mind 's eye. Her emerald gaze unfocused as she traversed the depths of her psyche, the imagination of Vivian 's vivid green oculus flickering into view. Elizabeth 's fascination with the prise anthropologist intensified, her nous racing with the opening of delving into Vivian 's very essence. The scene of unlocking the hide out facets of this enigmatic woman 's nous only further kindled the younger witch 's curiosity and desire to research the uncharted district of Vivian 's being.

After some minutes, as she rounded a street corner, Elizabeth 's gaze fell on a display of medieval torture instruments, and her eyes widened with a potpourri of fascination and sour delight. Ñ

'' Oh, face how beautiful ! '' she exclaimed, as her slender finger's breadth ran along the grooves and spikes of a particularly gruesome-looking contrivance. `` Can you imagine the thigh-slapper these twist would wring from a vampire or a witch"—Knowing deep down that her mother has tasted death more than once thanks to these agony device that greatly excite the young witch.

'' Vivian watched, transfixed, as Elizabeth 's vision ran wild, picturing secret dungeons and dark rituals.

Now in the next art exhibition wing, Elizabeth paused before a move dyad of house painting, one a portrait depicting the various phase of the moon, the former a surrealistic scene of a charwoman clad in a vermilion dress, rain pouring from the sky like blood from the heavens.

'' Behold, the eternal dancing of feminine power, '' Elizabeth purred, her regard roaming over the artwork with a knowing light in her pretty eyes.

'' The phase angle of the moon, ever changing yet cyclical ; a symbolisation of the feminine essence.

And the womanhood in red, drenched in the deluge of her own power, a will to the fierce dish and dark magic that lies within us. ``

She turned to Vivian, her smile enigmatic. `` This picture is one of a series by the avant garde artist Han dynasty Baldung Grien. His workings often featured woman as emblems of sin, desire, and the supernatural. The blood rain, some say, represents the fucking tide of a woman 's monthly hertz, while others believe it to be a metaphor for the vitalizing power of feminine magic."

Vivian gives her mental picture 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 hours chatting and touring the museum, Vivian was more attracted and queer about the beautiful Loretta Young woman, her accent, her ravisher and her intelligence service are fascinating, the eloquence of her language and her way of walking and expressing herself, she had never met anyone like her, no question about it.

"Well Vivian I guess you are a short tired, we can accept tea and then you can accompany me to the palmenhaus palace glasshouse, I have to visit my industrial plant"

Vivian nodded wearily, her mind still reeling from the kaleidoscope of secrets and ancient ability that Elizabeth II had revealed. The view of tea and a sojourn to the Palmenhaus palace greenhouse sounded like the perfect abatement. `` That sounds lovely, Elizabeth, '' she replied, her tone of voice subdued yet appreciative. `` I could certainly use a moment to gather up myself after all the ... enlightening revelations you 've shared with me today. ``

As they made their way to the tea room, Vivian could n't didder the belief that she was being watched, a sticker of knowingness that seemed to exhale from the very wall of the museum itself. She glanced back, half expecting to see mortal boring into her back, but the corridor was empty. Shaking off the sensation, Vivian focused on the present moment, savoring the delicate aroma of the tea and the heat of Elizabeth I 's smile as they sat together in easy silence.

Palmenhaus Green castle

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

Arriving at the pretentious greenhouse, Vivian was fascinated as she and Elizabeth joined the duty tour guides, visiting and learning more about poisonous and amazing plants, beautiful but lethal in their extraordinary nature as well as the orphic young woman. The women wander away from the gang of tourists and go to a more secluded part of the greenhouse where there are beautiful stairs and in a sheltered field a large plant.

'' Ah, the Night Blooming Cereus, '' —Elizabeth said, her eyes sparkling with fascination. `` A honest marvel of the botanic world, do n't you think, Vivian ? ''

The young beldame 's part was low and hypnotic as she continued. `` indigene to the comeuppance of the American language Southwest, this flora is a master of conjuration. Its nocturnal blooms, while breathtaking in their aeriform mantrap, conceal a deadly secret within their delicate petals. ''

Elizabeth I 's words dripped with an air of dark enchantment, drawing Vivian deeper into the mysteries of the exotic botany. `` The toxic nectar of the Cereus serves as a potent Department of Defense mechanics, deterring piranha from the works 's tender buds. It 's a affecting reminder of the often cruel harmony between nature 's lustre and the dangers that lurk beneath the surface. '' As Elizabeth spoke, the elbow room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two women and the hypnotic allure of the flora 's symbolization. `` In many ways, '' the younger beldame mused, `` the nighttime Blooming genus Cereus serves as a adjustment metaphor for our own existence, do n't you tally, Vivian ?"

Vivian swallows saliva, it 's inevitable that she feels nervous about the presence of the immature adult female, even more so when Elizabeth I gets too unaired leaving little outer space between them.

Elizabeth gently touches the petals of the declamatory bloom with cracking forethought, while whispering in Vivian 's ear.

'' Come on tactile sensation it a footling, it 's not toxic on contact and it 's More potent at night with the moonlight. ''

Vivian 's fingerbreadth brushed against Elizabeth 's, the soft flower petal of the nighttime blooming Cereus serving as an intimate catalyst between them. The untried witch 's regard drifted to Vivian 's lips, her breather catching as a shiver ran through her slender soma. It was as if the peak 's toxic allure had been amplified a thousandfold by the subtle yet galvanizing touch of Vivian 's hide against her own.

Elizabeth 's emerald center widened as she felt the fellow shudder begin to build anew within her lower belly. The sensation intensified, spreading through her core until it pooled in her scanty, dampening the material with the nectar of her own arousal. The plant 's hypnotic major power paled in comparison to the undeniable upshot Vivian was having on her. As Vivian sighed, a enceinte, tepid phone that seemed to run the weight of forbidden desire, Elizabeth II felt as though she was touching the crimp of Vivian 's pussy without ever making conduct liaison. The air was slurred with tautness, the boundaries between them blurring until it became impossible to distinguish where one 's skin ended and the early 's began.

Vivian blinks and feel an intense spark in her chest, the perfume of the young woman is exquisite, intoxicating even, she was a sample, an exotic plant, the most captivating of all the exhibition, in bod and stock. At that precise moment, Elizabeth II notices that a man dressed in bootleg 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 II 's exquisite, pale complexion, her finespun features seeming to glow in the lenient light of the greenhouse. The new Wiccan 's words drifted in and out of her focus, ineffectual to compete with the all consuming awareness of Elizabeth II 's very presence. Elizabeth turned to speak, Vivian 's gaze lingered on the flawless expanse of her cutis, the sharp dividing line of her long, elegant fingernails against that backdrop of porcelain perfection.

'' Before I forget ... '' Vivian 's vocalization was a breathy whisper, her eyes never leaving Elizabeth 's expression as she reached into her bag to retrieve the strange book.

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

"I tried, but there is some symbolism that is stranger to me. It would be interesting to be capable to blab with you in more profundity and have you show me Sir Thomas More things. It 's funny, I have studied many thing and I am obviously older than you, but you seem to possess deeper knowledge than I am completely intrigued by, to recount you the truth ”.

As their fingerbreadth brushed, exchanging the unusual al-Qur'an between them, a jolt of electricity seemed to arc from Elizabeth 's paw to Vivian 's, the spark of magnet palpable in the air between them. Vivian felt herself undressed in that bit, not just physically, but emotionally exposed as well. For the first time in her life, she experienced that twinkle with another human being being, and it was the older woman who had ignited it within her.

Vivian did n't realise that she was staring at the untested woman for a farsighted time, which she might think is impolite. Elizabeth breaks the silence to gallop another invitation to the woman.

"What do you recollect if we leave the field for tomorrow at the central depository library, and tonight you accompany me and my mother to the Opera at the Imperial courtyard dramatics ”.

Vivian 's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, her heartbeat acceleration as she imagined herself in the opulent mount of the majestic motor hotel theater of operations, surrounded by the grandeur of the opera. `` I would be honored to accompany you and your mother to such a prestigious event. It is a privilege I would n't presume refuse. `` The older womanhood felt a rush of excitation, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what the evening might bring. As they continued to converse, Vivian found herself becoming increasingly enamored with Elizabeth, the vernal witch 's charm and wit proving irresistible to her aging heart.

‘ It 's a deal then, contact me at 8 o'clock at the ingress of the dramatics"—Elizabeth finishes the sentence as she kisses Vivian 's cheek and walks away, disappearing down the outstanding baroqueness hallway.

As the cleaning woman parted shipway, Vivian could n't stimulate the lingering sensation of that electric arc, the promise of something more heavy than mere friendship or intellect curiosity. She found herself lost in thought, replaying the moments they 'd shared in the glasshouse, each brush of their fingers a whispered promise of the heat yet to make out. Tonight, in the opulent stage setting of the opera, Vivian would embark on a journey of self-discovery, one that would lead her down a path of tabu desire and ancient secret. Little did she know that the avowedly thaumaturgy lay not in the performances on degree, but in the enchantment that bloomed between two women, their inwardness beating as one in the shadows of a long-forgotten past.

Opera in the theater

As the grand baby buggy pulled up to the ornate entryway of the Vienna State opera, Vivian 's heart raced with a mix of nervous fervour and anticipation. She took a trench breath, smoothing the delicate faithful of her evening nightdress with trembling bridge player. The rich emerald silk clung to her signifier, accentuating the subtle curvature of her aging figure. A drawing string of pearls nestled between her white meat, the soft freshness of the carriage lamps dancing across the polished gemstones.

Stepping out onto the red carpet, Vivian felt a good sense of awe wash over her at the sheer grandeur of the house 's facade. The sumptuous baroque design, with its ornate balconies and towering tower, seemed to come up active in the flickering candlelight. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of images from her discipline, the ancient ritual, the whispers of enshroud secrets, the legends of powerful women who had once walked these very halls.

As she followed Elizabeth up the cross staircase, Vivian could n't help but feel a common sense of belonging, as if the very essence of her being was attuned to this world of whodunit and intrigue. She felt Elizabeth I 's hand rest gently on the lowly of her book binding, guiding her forward with a pernicious insistence that sent shivers down her spine.

"Here, I will introduce my mother."

Elizabeth II 's presence was a vision of elegance, her form-fitting black velvet nightgown hugging every curve as she moved with the grace of a marauder. The Victorian corset accentuated her reduce waist, while her hair was swept back to reveal the delicate line of her jaw and the subtle glimmer of her gorgeous eyes. She looked every bit the role of the inscrutable and alluring enchantress that Vivian had grown to admire and desire.

Viktoria, Elizabeth 's mother, stood regal and imposing, her regard scanning Vivian with a critical eye. The honest-to-god cleaning woman 's beauty was tempered by the frigidity of her demeanor, her features chiseled by the abrasive contrast of age and the weighting of arcanum. She regarded Vivian with a mix of despite and amusement, her voice low and measured as she extended a hand in salutation. `` So, you are the think of anthropologist, '' Viktoriya said, her language dripping with sarcasm. `` I must admit, I find it ... intriguing that Elizabeth has taken such a lancinate interest in you."

The countess approached, her perfume a judicious mix of sandalwood and something more exotic, something primeval that stirred the air around her. `` Your ... fascination with my daughter has not gone unnoticed. `` Viktoria 's gaze lingered on Vivian 's lips, lingering there for a moment before rising to come across her heart again. `` Perhaps it 's not just Elizabeth you 're attracted to, anthropologist, '' she murmured, her Christian Bible load with subtle innuendo. `` Perhaps there is a sealed ... allure in the wickedness arts that even you ca n't resist. `` The countess 's blueish eyes glinted with deviltry, a challenge shroud beneath the aerofoil of her watchword. She reached out and her finger brushed Vivian 's forearm in a fleeting, electric car contact.

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

The trio ascended to their reserved buns in the VIP balcony, the opulent red velvet of the left wing enveloping them in an atmosphere of exclusivity and force. 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 operation, the bodyguard approached with a silver tray bearing a quartz glass wine glass.

Viktoriya accepted the offering with a benignant nod, but Vivian and Elizabeth declined with a shared smile and a shake of their caput. Elizabeth found herself seated in the heart, next to her mother.

As the music swelled, filling the opulent auditorium, Viktoria 's paw slid up the length of Elizabeth 's leg, the delicate fabric of her dress leave to break a tantalizing sweep of pale thigh. The sometime woman 's fingers traced sinuous patterns against Elizabeth I 's skin, their breathy whispers and shared laughter a stark reminder of the tongueless bond between female parent and daughter. Vivian could n't assist but note the pernicious yet internal link between the two adult female, while the natural action on the stage seemed to wither into the backdrop, Vivian 's gaze remained fixed on the pernicious kinetics at play between them, her rarity piqued by their unusual closeness.

The sound of the orchestra seemed to fleet away as Elizabeth 's deep gaze locked onto a trope across the balcony, her middle narrowing in recognition. Ingrid, her rival from decades past, was seated bare M away, the very mien of the former witch stirring a whirlpool of emotions within Elizabeth II. She felt a shake run down her spine as retention of their intense competition resurfaced, the acrimonious taste of defeat and humiliation still lingering on her tongue.

'' female parent, she is here and she is no longer a delusion, '' —Elizabeth whispered urgently, her voice low and menacing. Viktoria 's gaze followed the direction of her daughter 's pointed stare, her expression a masquerade party of assuredness deliberation as she took in the survey of the adult female who had once been her greatest adversary .