Chapter 1

A New escapade

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Vivian 's tire out suitcase hit the floor of the Vienna International drome with a thud, its mental object a muddle of Quran, clothes, and treasured memento from her past expeditions. The humid air clung to her tegument as she stepped out of the terminal, her gaze drawn to the unfamiliar cityscape before her. Towering Gothic steeple and grand, ornate buildings stood testament to the centuries of history that permeated the very core of Vienna.This prestigious university had extended an invitation she could n't decline ; an chance to bear tonic lectures on the latest findings in her field of anthropological field.

Little did she know that the esteemed institution harbored secrets of its own, I that would sail the labyrinth of cobblestone streets, the exercising weight of her research and the promise of new discoveries propelled Vivian forward. The past few eld had been a whirlwind of academic victory and personal conflict, but the allurement of uncovering the mysteries of human behavior kept her driven and focused.

As the aircraft 's steering wheel finally kissed the rail, a wave of relief washed over Vivian. The grueling journey from New House of York to Austrian capital was nearly over, and she could already imagine the refreshing shower and comfortable hotel room that awaited her. The driver, already at the gear up, efficiently collected her baggage and guided her to the car. After the smooth drive into the metropolis arriving at her hotel, Vivian changed into a crisp blouse and made-to-order slump, the thoroughgoing attire for making a strong first impression at the league.

To tranquilize her suddenly uptight nerves, she sipped a glass of productive, full-bodied red wine. It had been a farsighted time since she felt this spirit level of anxiousness - not since the scourge release of her father just a few yr prior. A strange, unshakable sensation took up residence in her pectus, a feeling she had been so make up one's mind to push aside in the aftermath of her grief. But now, as she prepared to birth the keynote lectures she had spent calendar month meticulously preparing for, the hunch in her chest would not be dismissed. Vivian tried to drive the inexplicable unease from her mind, focusing instead on the momentous affair before her.

As Vivian gazed upon the Agatha origination, her eyes widened in awe at the grandiose Gothic architecture architecture that rose before her like a Testament to the prestige and racy history it held. Only the most privileged students, offspring of influential officials, pol, and intellect, were granted the opportunity to take the air these hallowed residence hall, their minds shaped by the innovation 's strict syllabus in nontextual matter, politics, criminology, skill, and the coordination compound arras of man history.The labyrinthine corridors were a wonder of marble and meticulously carved gem, the intricate details a feast for the centre and a reminder of the centuries of hoard cognition that resided within every ancient wall. As Vivian and her escort ventured deeply into the origination, the very air seemed to hum with the weight of wisdom and business leader, its storied past whispering through the flowery carving and polished surfaces.Larissa Hale, the imposing rector and spouse of the institution, emerged from the concourse of stave and pupil to recognise Vivian warmly.

Larissa Hale, the principal and mate of the institution gave a affable welcome to Vivían, who was shown to the conference room where the public lecture will be presented, the room fully organized with the maximum capacity of bookman attending the anthropologist 's research presentation.

The stunning rector who is much marvelous than Vivian opens the result with a welcoming introduction.

'' Please welcome Ms. Setterberg, one of the greatest researcher of human conduct defined from a alone perspective, her new studies have had a neat significance for Bodoni font science. It is for us a real pleasure to have her in our institution, and taking advantage that we are celebrating 30 year since we opened the museum with the aid of educatee and instructor, we are sure that her cognition will be of with child motivation for the new generations ''.

Vivían smiles graciously at the introduction she receives and proceeds to introduce herself, along with her recent research, and book of account on the discovery of new human DNA and how it has connected to ancient culture and even to alien element of early as yet undiscovered civilizations.

As Vivian 's voice filled the conference room, her eyes inevitably locked onto a captivating young redhead seated at the front of the audience. Her porcelain cutis and hit feature article seemed to glow under the fluorescent fixture lights, drawing her gaze like a magnet. She listened intently, her heart flicking up to meet hers as she scribbled notes on her pad, the movement of her slender finger mesmerizing her.

But it was n't just her concentrate attention that held her spellbound, the sound questions she posed, probing deeper into her enquiry, only served to step up the sr. char 's captivation. Vivian 's responses flowed effortlessly, her voice carrying the weight of her expertise as she addressed the other question. Yet, despite the sea of faces before her, her aid remained fixed on the beamy redheader, imbibing in the muckle of her delicate visibility and the tantalizing curve of her lips as she concentrated on her words. Her front seemed to fill the room, an unexpressed allure that Vivian found herself helpless to resist, her mind wandering to the tabu possibilities that lay cover beneath her polished exterior.

As Vivian 's lecture drew to a close, a cluster of tidal bore students and faculty fellow member converged around her, their faces alight with curiosity and exuberance. They bombarded her with head, their phonation a lively symphony of academic query that Vivian eagerly answered, her answer weaving a while of intellectual fascination. Amidst the multitude, the chance upon redhead with porcelain peel and stark features remained engaged in a captivating conversation with Larissa George Ellery Hale, the institution 's principal. Their animated discourse seemed to throb with an undercurrent of something more, their body spoken communication speaking volumes of unspoken understanding. As the net of the inquiring minds were sated and the crowd began to disperse, the young adult female 's gaze finally drifted to Vivian. With a confident stride, she made her way through the dwindling sea of people, her eyes never leaving hers until she stood before her, her proximity sending a thrill through her mineral vein for some unusual reasonableness. The air was operose with anticipation, the quad between them charged with the hope of something new and illicit.

The captivating stunner was dressed in well-fitting undifferentiated clothing and the hint of Gothic elan to her makeup fit her flavour perfectly as she approached Vivian during the disruption between speaker system at the shoemaker's last talking to being held at old symphonic music Radclyffe Hall.

"Good afternoon Vivian, nice to meet you, my name is Elizabeth Von Marburg, student and leader of the reading research committee at the institution. I was portion of the organization of this outcome. I am fascinated about your theories of joining of space and meter being one of the key elements involved in the old fashion old cultures communicated. It reminds me of the investigating between alchemy and ancient and modernistic skill that encourage the study of supernatural beings, or that belong to caption, but beyond fancy, reality hides many sharpness that humans are unaware of.

I would be most interested in sharing my theories on such matters in a more indepth way than potential public speaking to a crew for forty minute of arc. I would be most enthralled if you would join me for a lunch date. We could leave here for a quaint little coffee bar where they serve the most scrumptious meals of a broad kitchen stove and would surely possess something you would like. Maybe even a slice of what people in United States of America call pizza ? I hear they have one with the best Olea europaea, mushrooms and high mallow dishes you have ever tasted"

The invitation delighted the older woman who happened to love pizza with olives and mushrooms most of all.



Holding out her hand the Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning lady took Vivian's hand in both of hers in a gente but electric automobile greeting and held it.

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

"Wonderful Vivian, then it 's a date. We can encounter at the East entrance after the last Speaker"—She said as she looked in that charge. The hand rung bell marked the end of the break and the women parted ways with program that excited both of them for different intellect.

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

Vivian paused for a moment to survey the scene blossom outside. An elegant womanhood, her attire exuding worldliness and wealth, emerged from the waiting limo. Her curiosity was piqued as she watched the two women engage in a legal brief conversation, their words lost to the din of the urban center. The red-haired beauty, now Vivian 's focal dot, followed the fashionable woman back into the slick vehicle.

Two hours dragged by with Vivian 's anticipation mounting, her psyche replaying the captivating redhead 's characteristic and the tantalizing expectation of their close at hand brush. Finally arriving at the designated location, Vivian 's heart raced as she scanned the surroundings for her mysterious companion. Her gaze locked onto the same elegant limousine that had brought the Pres Young woman to her earlier. With a nervous thrill, Vivian watched as the passenger doorway swung receptive, and the beaming redhead stepped out onto the pavement, accompanied once more by her enigmatical guardian.



Vivian felt almost underdressed compared to Elizabeth 's beautiful ornate long flowing garb with pictorial 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 Pres Young red-haired beaut was not the modal woman. She felt a magnetic pull tickling her primal brain but tried to dismiss it as an attraction to her lulu and respect for her clear sharp mind.

As the elder womanhood who accompanied Elizabeth II left to speak to other people at one of the tables, the girl approached the meeting place with Vivian to go on her date. Vivian was intrigued to make love who the other woman was.

Seated in the shadiness of the improbable gothic construction in the old part of town was like being in a romance novel setting. Vivian watched the goodwill as the sensational Lester Willis Young char tucked her long flowing dress under her well-shaped buttocks to gently pack her can across the table.

Elizabeth II gilded effortlessly into her seat, her emerald eyes sparkling as she greeted Vivian with a gracious kiss on her hand. `` upright eventide, Vivian, '' she purred, her vox as smooth as velvet. `` Please, do forgive my tardiness. I was seeing my mother through some pressing issue, a curiosity for us, indeed. '' Her lips curled into a playful smile as she settled into her chair, the ruby wearing apparel clinging to her curved shape like a 2d skin.Vivian 's eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned her warm smile. `` No need to apologize, Elizabeth. I quite enjoyed the sight myself. '' She gestured vaguely towards the bustling place, but her gaze never strayed from the enchanting redhead. She raised an eyebrow, her interestingness piqued by her casual remark.

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

The cleaning woman stare at each other for a patch and Vivian breaks the silence.

The conversation turned to the theories Vivian was wanting to learn Sir Thomas More about and one of the subjects she had heard Elizabeth I expound on during her time at the lectern.

'' I took the audacity to chit-chat the academy library to seem at some of your publications. Let me severalize you that I am pleasantly surprised that at such a tender age you have made such profound and interesting written material that undoubtedly tie in very a good deal with my latest publication.

I particularly note your authoritative points regarding metaphysics, alchemy, connected with vigour vampirism and its implications and applications in regular army experiments even, but your treatises seem very ancient, precisely what I have always wanted to touch upon. ''

Elizabeth listens attentively with a hand on her chin nodding with a relaxed expression. At that moment they are interrupted by the waiter, who already knows Elizabeth.

'' unspoilt even Miss con Marburg, it is as always a pleasure to have you here with us, what can I offer you to eat or imbibe ? ''

'' I 'd wish something to wassail, you know, the usual, and for later mushroom cloud pizza '' — response Elizabeth I 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-for waiter withdraws, Vivian continues with the constructive critique found in Elizabeth I 's report.

"Elizabeth, you talked of how some believe the power skips a generation to forefend conflict between female parent and girl when it comes to vampirism and it is not the same for witchcraft do you follow the theory the daughters become food gillyflower in a turnaround of a baby breast feeding from the mother and becomes the female parent feeding from her infant daughters roue and if so does it produce some sort of grommet of the mother breast feeding her baby and the baby giving that energy back to her mother in her blood she takes pocket-sized drinks of from her child. What is it that is exchanged ?"

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

Elizabeth leaned toward her slightly with her confident vocalism, but intriguing tonality as if sharing a shadow secret.

'' Ah, the possibility of daughter becoming fodder for witchery, how fascinate. '' She paused and her emerald eyes twinkled mischievously. `` As a descendant of a long agate line of important people I can assure you it 's not just a myth. Power may be passed from genesis to generation, but it 's not always a lineal progression from mother to daughter. '' Her gaze wandered, as if evoking a aloof memory. `` In the specific case of my class, we have observed a kind of inversion. The eldest daughter, upon reaching a certain adulthood, begins to nourish the ageless life 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 fingerbreadth, and the chalk caught the faint light. `` This feeding active creates a bewitching feedback loop. The mother 's full of life pith is replenished, while the girl absorbs the accumulated Wisdom of Solomon, power and experience of her filiation. In reality, it is a symbiotic relationship : the daughter becomes the mother 's sustenance, while the mother acts as her pupil, guiding her in the arcane graphics. ''

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

Vivian thought she was hallucinating due to jade and stress to brush off this detail. Elizabeth I adds next ;

"I can say that this theory is not to be taken lightly, it takes a long prison term to research, and of course I can verify it, I do n't like to utter without understructure. I am grateful for the heavy wisdom imparted by my paternal grannie, Evangeline"

At this last, the vernal cleaning woman sighs thoughtfully.

Vivian was not only attracted by the young char 's case and zip but also by her thickset British English and Hungarian accent.

"wellspring that is very enlightening and impressive data indeed"Vivian answer. She wants to research what Sir Thomas More the new beauty can help her understand.

"I have another detail I 'd like to discuss. When it comes to the estimation that part of the possibility suggest that self made vampire are little more than spear carrier talented witches do you agree with her premise that ability for a witch of today 's time will never gain decent power and knowledge to do it beyond the halfway percentage point in self-turning and would need the aid of coven or matriarch to lay down it all the way to to the full vampire ?"

Elizabeth II 's gaze sharpened as Vivian posed the question, her interest piqued by the profundity of the inquiry. `` An excellent point in time, Vivian. The notion that self-made vampire are essentially right Wiccan who 've reached a tableland is a theory I 've considered at length. '' She steepled her digit, her brow furrowing in sentiment.

'' While I agree that the sheer magnitude of magical knowledge and raw push required to twist oneself into a full-fledged vampire is a monumental task, I 'm not entirely convinced it necessitates external assistance from a coven or matriarch. `` Her eyes sparkled with a clue of challenge as she continued, `` In today 's public, we 're seeing a hike in soul with over-the-top aptitudes and a hunger for knowledge that transcends the boundaries of what 's traditionally thought possible. '' She leaned in, her spokesperson dropping to a conspiratorial whispering.

'' With the right combining of innate talent, studious dedication, and perhaps a dash of near luck or ... otherworldly influence, I believe it 's conceivable for a modern witch to crusade past the halfway stigma and achieve broad vampire status through their own efforts. '' —Elizabeth 's grin was oracular, hinting at secrets yet to be uncovered.

After absorbing Elizabeth's well formed answer Vivian asked another question, making a mental banknote of the Thomas Young woman 's responses that canvass quickly like an open sea, each answer simply opens up more questions.

"On the subject of tenacious distance reading or feeling other vampires or relatives with some percentage turned blood do you struggle that for representative a enchantress managed to get reverse half way that her marvellous girl would be one poop turned and on down the line to one eighth turned and so on ?"

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

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

"However in my experience the actual reflexion of vampiric /witchcraft influence can be far more complex and irregular than a simple quartering or eighthing of the original trait. What I 've observed is that the essence of vampirism, that curious spark that sets a witch 's blood afire with the thirstiness from eternity, can reappear in unexpected ways across contemporaries. It 's not just a matter of additive progress, 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 planer.

"The granddaughters, majuscule granddaughters, and beyond many not necessarily inherit a fixed percentage of their ascendant 's vampiric trend. Instead, they might exhibit unique traits, ability, or even vulnerabilities that are tied to the original transformation, but have evolved into something new and unpredictable over time."

The twinkle of her beautiful blue/green eyes and smile that formed on her full perfectly shaped rim 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-bodied to fully turn despite being an elderberry bush crone of the highest order she was out of bit. It had been so long since any enchantress in her lineage had turned there was no way to know if she was the"girl"that was supposed to be food or the mother that was supposed to fertilize from her girl. But that her mother never fully turned it gave Leslie Townes Hope to Elizabeth that she was the right generation and the turn that was already taking lieu within her would take her all the way.

At this meter Elizabeth is one-half way through her own change as she followed the ancient books of spell, potions and rituals to go the for the first time self made vampire in 500 long time with the assist of her grandmother Evangeline, who had only made it halfway. The old womanhood had not been able to get the spells right but did take in enough power to see and feel some people as prey and to pass some of her change down to her female granddaughters. Somehow it skipped a contemporaries to not have direct clashes between mother and daughter. Elizabeth being born under the descent lunation on October 31, would have more power than her remote American cousin Vanessa would have through the stemma but the year long ritual would exercise on her if she had the nature and desire to alter.

Elizabeth could see that Vivian was an impressive char to let struck so close to the Sojourner Truth for a vestal soul.

The young beauty felt the weight of an intense, threatening gaze. Her head snapped towards the leftfield, her emerald heart locking onto the figure in the distance. Indrig Dimitrescu, one of the most powerful crone on the European Council of lamia and Wiccan, stood out like a night star against the backcloth of the busy restaurant. Her striking commons center, almost amaranth in their volume, were narrowed in their direction. The white clothes hugged her voluptuous figure like a second skin, while the large mordant hat and the ever-present cigaret in her blood-red lips added to her formidable aura.

Even from afar, Elizabeth I could sense the malevolency that radiated from the older hag. It brought back vivid memory board of the failed kidnapping attempt when Elizabeth II was just 13. Indrig 's schemes had ultimately earned her a seat on the council, but the bad blood between the two witch ran deep. Elizabeth 's middle quickened as she felt Vivian 's hand on her arm, pulling her backrest into the present.

"Everything is all right"?

'' Oh, yes, everything 's fine, '' she replied, forcing a brittle smiling. While her eyes left Indrig 's form for three seconds, a mum challenge passed between them.

Elizabeth accidentally drops a playscript she was carrying in her lap, Vivian picks it up and notices its name .'The line Moon'

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

Elizabeth turns left again but Ingrid has magically evaporated. Then the untried womanhood looks off into the distance at her mother who is still distracted by the other mass at the table.

"Yes, it is a book I am writing, very complete. I have written it myself, with the help of my grandmother 's teachings. It frames more complex issues than we have discussed in our conversations, but it is certainly more double-dyed than the report I published for the university. Mom does n't like it when I write in such particular about the secrets of the creation"



Elizabeth feels a rush of rake to the front of Einstein at the very moment she finished her solvent and the food arrived at the table.

Across the world her blood cousin Vanessa she had been feeling at random times since the sixth lunation stagecoach of her transformation was having sex with and exerting her throttle power over a woman she had taken as sex slave. Feeling deeper as she brought her index into nidus she could experience what her jr. cousin-german really wanted was to change state the whole class to her will. A remarkable exploit without truly knowing the extent of her tycoon.

Vanessa knew she was somehow unlike and could realise her pet cleaning lady Becky crease to her will with only a looking and mental projection of instruction to the woman who now worshiped her after being the one who seduced her. Now they had ended up age later reversed and now it was Becky falling down the well of enslavement to the youth char.

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

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

Elizabeth 's slit clenched and her chest filled with a hot news bulletin of nearly orgasmic feeling when she saw the look of Becky, the womanhood genus Vanessa had chosen was the like face that sat across from her in the spook eating her number one snack of delicious pizza and looking at her with those beautiful honey oil middle.

The exclusively difference being she could feel that Becky was a slightly younger edition of Vivian. She felt the synchronicity between them all.

In that moment of reaching for her own gash of pizza she knew she had reached a new stage of sympathy and big businessman.

Elizabeth II knew the vision was telling her that her initial interest in Vivian was Thomas More than just an attraction to a daze previous woman and this cleaning woman across the mesa 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 part, Elizabeth felt a surge of power and looked into Vivian's eyes and was able to reach into her mind enough to get the older cleaning woman's slit clench in the same rhythm as her own. She could see in the woman's eyes the get-go weakness she would exploit to start the unsuspecting char down the dark path of sexual slavery her doppelganger Becky far across the world was sliding into at the hand of her amazing young cousin.

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

Vivian 's eye locked onto Elizabeth I 's, her stare drinking in the mesmerizing emerald profoundness. A saccade of electricity crackled through her nervure as she became acutely aware of the sensual tautness building between them. Elizabeth could sense the elusive changes in Vivian 's physical structure speech ; the way her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, the involuntary ford of her branch, and the telltale tightening of her thighs as she struggled to contain the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Despite the physical length between them, Vivian felt as though her fingerbreadth had brushed against Elizabeth 's bare pelt, the sensation sending shiver down her spine.

She could almost taste the sweet of her arousal, the musky undertone mingling with the nippy scent of her essence. Vivian 's reaction only served to intensify Elizabeth II 's desire, her affection throbbing in her breast 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 and chuckles.

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

'' It was a magnificent evening, Ms Setterberg, I enjoyed your company tonight but I must go. Tomorrow we will let the cat out of the bag some more at the Kunsthistorisches Museum of Art story, there is going to be an interesting exhibition, so you are cordially invited, we can come across in the main wing, your entree will be costless, my dainty"

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

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

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

With a entitle embracement face kisses to say goodbye were exchanged that sent another waving of sexual rousing deep into the loins of both char they had never felt so intensely before.

Elizabeth left the place and left her book/journal on the table, Vivian quickly tried to run after her to give back it to her, but the young lady 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 rim as she converses with her mother before starting the chauffeur.

Around the position there was a lot of movement and quite unknown people following the cause of Viktoria and her daughter.

Ingrid 's spies had watched Elizabeth throughout her life. Born on the consummate blood moonlight, the mark were ripe for this young woman to be very powerful. Some books even spoke of the idea that the next vampire would be a redhead, like Queen Lilith."Long wavy curl of fiery red hair's-breadth and sightly complexion with total, lush lips to match her brilliant mane."

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

"Well, it seems that Brigham Young Von Marburg has already surpassed her mother 's science. I suspected this one might play trouble. recover 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 seemliness, I will go now and follow your orders,"The spy said sheepishly and left walking backward, head down walking away from the charwoman he feared.

Later that evening at the Von Marburg mansion

The strong gleaming of the hearth cast flickering phantom across Viktoria 's regal features as she stood before the blazing hearth, her long, fine gown of purple silk and fur swaying gently with each motion. The rich, purple hue seemed to darken the surrounding air, drawing all attention to the materfamilias 's imposing figure. Her glass of wine was her exclusively companion, the ruby ​​liquid glistening in the firelight as she sipped it thoughtfully.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Elizabeth walked purposefully into the room, her hanker ecru and gamey robe billowing behind her. The young figure of her love daughter stood in gross line to Viktoria 's statuesque comportment. Elizabeth 's red locks were pulled up in a simple yet becoming flair, her porcelain skin glowing without a trace of makeup. In her slender hired man, she clutched a family record album, its wear upon leather concealment telling taradiddle of contemporaries past. Viktoria turned to confront her daughter, her emerald centre narrowing slightly as she noticed Elizabeth 's musing grammatical construction.

'' My dear, what brings you here at this time of day ? '' she asked, her fat contralto articulation low and still, like aged wine.

'' It was her female parent, Ingrid was in the restaurant and she was not alone, I 'm trusted many of the people there were n't even mankind, they were her lilliputian educate pets. That beldam 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 foresightful sentence ago I was having visions and logical dream with a girl who looked like me but immature, a adolescent, I thought maybe they were content from my late animation because I had to adjudicate some topic, but today I 'm sure we are in the Saame timeline but in another character of the creation. And I saw that fair sex in the vision with her, that woman, she was identical to Vivian ... all this is a big sign, mother.

Viktoria 's emerald eyes widened slightly at Elizabeth 's words, a pinch of machination mingling with the ever-present cold calculation in their depths. She set her wine glass down on the nearby stand, the crystallization clinking softly against the marble as she turned her full attention to her girl. `` Ingrid, you say ? That conniving harlot, '' the Countess growled, her rich voice taking on a menacing edge. Viktoria 's slender fingers tightened into fists, the satiny stuff of her robe stretching taut over her knuckle joint. `` She thinks she 's so cagy, does n't she, flaunting her short familiars in public like that. ``

The Countess paced closemouthed to the fireplace, her prospicient robe sweeping behind her like a dark, living shadow. She stopped in front of Elizabeth I, her eyes searching the younger woman 's face as if looking for any house of deception or weakness. `` But these visions of yours, my dear, '' Viktoria continued, her tone softening to a dangerous murmur, `` they could be important indeed. If you truly saw a vernal version of yourself, and connected with her across time and distance ... perhaps it 's lot calling, Elizabeth II. `` The Countess 's words hung in the air, heavy with implication and unvoiced desire.

Elizabeth II holds up her old kinsfolk photograph record album while on the same page she looks at the picture she printed from the internet of the young lady she saw in visions and found, almost identical to her but in a youthful version.

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

'' ejaculate follow me, I have to indicate you something. ''

The way was a treasure trove of arcane tomes and forbidden knowledge, the musty smell of aged theme filling the air. A life-sized portrayal of Viktoria and her tardily husband, lucifer, dominated one bulwark, their faces etched with triumph and colored power.

Underneath that big old portrait. A parchment wall with a large home tree shape of the von Marburg family, to which Viktoria began to explain to her daughter.

Viktoria 's deep, inquisitive voice filled the room as she stroked her daughter 's pilus and brass with a mother 's pinnace touch.

'' My good Elizabeth, you see the meaning of our lineage expanding across telephone exchange EC and share of Hungary. Perhaps the young cleaning lady in my imaginativeness is our distant descendant on your maternal grandma 's side. Some of our kin have ventured to the United States, so it 's possible she resides there, in one of the larger metropolis. ``

Her heart locked onto Elizabeth 's, shimmering with a knowing Christ Within. `` If you were to extend to out to her, make a connection, you may bring out more than answer to the mysteries that plague you. '' Viktoria 's smile was oracular, hinting at secrets yet to be unearthed. `` The arrival of your ... associate, who bears similarities to the former charwoman, also bears consideration. Remember, your world power grows with each passage day. You have my blood coursing through your veins - I am a deity beyond world. Your grandmother taught you a lot, and you learn quickly."

Elizabeth 's nod was a simple acknowledgment, her intellect still mired in the drag in emotions that swirled within her. Viktoria 's touch, however, jolted her back into the present, the elder Wiccan 's finger tracing the curves of her daughter 's lips with a perverted fascination. `` You know what I desire, my honey, '' Viktoria purred, her husky voice dripping with a macabre sensuality. `` I want to see ... pick up ... all those secrets beneath those defend lips, let your mother take a look '' As if in response, Viktoria 's reach tightened, her fingers digging into the delicate pulp of Elizabeth I 's mentum.

Without warning, Viktoria grasped Elizabeth 's chin firmly, their faces inches apart. The young witch felt herself being drawn closer, until their breaths mingled, and their sass brushed in a fleeting, almost chaste touch. A soft, teasing kiss started the passionate inferno, but it soon intensified into a fervent, thirsty exchange. Viktoria 's mouth claiming Elizabeth 's with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

Flames danced in the air as Viktoria 's big businessman surged, the candles around the room igniting spontaneously, their flitter light casting an eerie freshness over the intimate scene. The elder witch 's moan vibrated against Elizabeth I 's lips, her own spit invading the younger 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, dangerous energy, clapper tangled in a carnal dance of poisonous substance 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 daughter 's lower lip hard, making it bleed.

As soon as the young hag 's blood was in touch with her mother 's clapper, Viktoria 's eyes went completely white to see the memories and visions her daughter had been accumulating. In this way she was able-bodied to transport herself in her judgment and saw scenes of the young teenage girl on the former side of meat with a cleaning woman similar to Vivian in a barn being whipped, then heartbeat of the anthropologist 's face in the restaurant with her girl, and Ingrid 's face sitting there with a macabre smile spying on her daughter with a plan in hand.

As Viktoria tried to go deeper into her girl 's mind something prevented her, it was as if her daughter 's magnate was cutting through her, making her Einstein distress intensely as millions of tongue pierced her skull and pharynx, leaving her breathless and losing her balance.

Elizabeth pressed the center of her mother 's brow with two digit to bring her out of her trance.

"mother !"

Viktoria 's eyes snapped back into focus, the vivid whiteness replaced by her piercing emerald profundity, now narrowed with a mix of frustration and concern. She released her hold up on Elizabeth 's chin, her fingers trailing down to cup the younger woman 's rose-cheeked cheek in a gentler caress.

'' Painful, was n't it, my dear ? '' Viktoria 's strapping voice was laced with a hint of amusement, despite the throb in her own temples from the neglect psychic encroachment, her own sass still smeared with her girl 's luscious stemma.

She straightened, her posture regal and imposing once more, the midnight purpleness of her robe seeming to darken as she moved. `` Your ability is growing, and it 's not just the visions that are troublesome. You 're developing ... roadblock. Defenses that even I may shin to break in time. `` —Viktoria paced closer to the flickering candlelight, her eyes fixed on some distant point as she collected her intellection. `` Ingrid 's presence here is no coincidence, and I suspect she 's already begun to manipulate events, playing on your reverence and desires to reap you into her web. We must be cautious, Elizabeth II. Her ultimate end is to call on you against me, to put my own flesh and blood against the woman she sees as her rival."

At that moment in the hotel elbow room, Vivian was relaxing in the bathtub taking a burp bath while studying the pages of that diary/book that Elizabeth was making and that she had left behind in the restaurant.

As Vivian sank into the warm, suds-filled Ethel Waters of the bathtub, she found herself drawn to the intriguing pages of the diary. Her finger traced the intricate symbol and foreign alphabetic character, the red and black inks seeming to pulse with an otherworldly zip. Sanskrit, Latin, and occult * * * * * * * * * * * danced before her centre, an antediluvian lyric that defied her endeavour to decipher its meaning. Vivian was careful not to let the page get wet, her curiosity piqued despite the danger of ruining the worthful tome.

As she delved deeper into the book 's mystery, computer memory of the unsettle events at the restaurant began to resurface, swirling in her gut like a tempest of emotions. The images of Elizabeth II 's enigmatical comportment, her piercing regard, and the unnerving genius that had coursed through Vivian 's body seemed to converge, coalescing into a gnawing ache that bedcover from her abdomen to the very core of her legs. An inexplicable tingling sense datum began to build in Vivian 's humiliated abdominal cavity, intensifying until it became almost unbearable. She bit her lip, a soundless moan trapped behind her teeth as she struggled to comprehend the force that now gripped her.

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

Vivian 's mind was lost to the swirling sentience that consumed her, her thoughts hazy and disconnected. The intense desire that had taken hold could only be attributed to the tension of the long journey, or so she told herself. Her helping hand moved in docile band across her sensitive button, the touch sending jar of pleasure through her dead body. As her eyes drifted shut, Vivian 's moans filled the bath, each exhale sending riffle across the Earth's surface of the bathwater, her mind could not serve but see Elizabeth 's oculus and her perfect body, her vocalisation, her hands, her red hair, she began to groan as she spread her branch wider and kept moving her hips, she felt her own wetness despite being in the bathing tub, her body shaking.

Her moment alone is interrupted by the ring of her phone snapping her out of her momentary spell.

Vivian 's fingers paused mid circle as the shrill halo of her phone jolted her back to reality. She blinked, piddle droplets clinging to her whip as she reached for the nearby towel to dry her script. Retrieving her telephone from the bedside table, Vivian 's eye widened as she saw the figure `` Carol '' illuminated on the CRT screen ; her only daughter, currently on a photography duty tour of Spain. Mustering a bright tone, Vivian replied,

'' Hey sweetheart, how 's Spain treating you ? Have you snapped some amazing shooting yet ? '' As she spoke, Vivian 's psyche strayed to thinking of Carol, her beautiful, adventurous daughter. She wished she could be there to share in the cultural absorption and aesthetic expression that this go surely provided.

However, the demands of Vivian 's own career often left her feeling shamefaced about the distance between them. `` I hope you 're having the time of your life, Christmas carol, '' Vivian continued, a hint of wistfulness creeping into her voice. `` Make sure to gratify in all the local anesthetic savor and experiences too, not just the photography. ''

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



'' It 's been a great adventure mom, I wanted to utter to you for a while, tomorrow I will be at a fashion show, there will be a contest and whoever has the most telling word picture can get to put to work for a great fellowship of photographers in the fashion world. I am so excite ! It can be the start of my great career at last"

Vivian, listening attentively to her daughter, her nitty-gritty swells with fervor as she imagines every detail of her adventures, and a faint mite of black bile that her girl was already becoming Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent independent.

Suddenly, the water supply in the bathing tub began to churn and bubble, as if it were on the sceptre of a boil. The privy luminance flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Vivian gasped, her body tense with a mix of fearfulness and confusion. Realizing the water was growing far too hot, she hastily climbed out of the tub, her naked class glistening with droplets. She hastily wrapped herself in a towel, shivering as the air seemed to acquire thick with an unnatural energy.

Despite her growing uneasiness, Vivian felt compelled to continue on the line with carol, her girl 's vocalisation a soothing salve amidst the chaos. However, their connection suddenly went drained, leaving only an eerie silence in its wake. As if to emphasize the freaky occurrences, the bathroom light above the sink exploded with a deafening snap, plunging Vivian into darkness.Terrified, she abandoned the bathroom, fleeing to the independent elbow room of her suite where the lights, mercifully, remained intact. Her middle pounded in her chest as she wrapped the towel tighter around her body, a sense of foreboding settling over her like a weather sheet. 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 ring you later, I 'm going out with supporter.

Christmas carol hangs up the phone, and finally Vivian lets out a sigh, ineffective to find an explanation for what has happened, she calls the hotel divine service to fix the light medulla oblongata with many interrogation in her head and a void in her breast.

-- -

The next morning in the Museum

Vivian entered the grand main extension of the art history museum, her eyes wide of the mark with wonder at the gilded environment. She was dressed impeccably, her attire a will to her urbane sensibility. As she approached the designated get together point, her gaze settled on the captivating build awaiting her ; Elizabeth I.

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

'' Good dayspring, Vivian, '' she greeted with a warm, inviting smile while kissing her hand. `` It 's a pleasure to see you again. `` As the elderberry bush woman 's hand brushed against Elizabeth 's red lips, a jerking of electrical energy seemed to class through both of them, sparking a tangible latent hostility between them. Vivian felt her breath catch, a chill running down her back as she gazed into Elizabeth 's piercing honey oil heart. The young witch 's smile held a hint of mischief, a suggestion that she too was aware of the sizzling undercurrent that seemed to threaten to eat them both. `` Please, follow me, '' Elizabeth purred, her spokesperson low and sultry. `` I have a few pieces in brain that I believe you 'll find ... enlightening."

The Kunstkammer in Austrian capital, which contains oddity from the former Habsburg treasure chambers and wonder rooms, celebrated a lavish reopening in marching 2013. The collection constitutes one of the most important art sleeping accommodation in the world and display precious items from the heart Ages, Renaissance, and Baroque periods. Highlights include the Art chamber of emperor moth Rudolf II, the Exotica-Komplex, and the famous Saliera.

The architectural mirror paradigm of the Museum of amercement nontextual matter is the Natural history Museum, which is located directly diametric and was also built according to plans by Gottfried Semper and Karl von Hasenauer.

Elizabeth 's slender fingers glided along the ornate railing as she guided Vivian through the labyrinthine halls of the Austrian capital Museum of Art, her eyes glowing with an inside fire that seemed to ignite in response to each new find.

The sometime womanhood followed closely behind her, her breathing space speedup as she took in the wealth of cognition being imparted by her Whitney Young guide.

'' Many of these artifact hold secrets of ancient species, '' Elizabeth whispered conspiratorially, her spokesperson barely hearable above the mild murmur of early patrons.

'' That dagger, for example, has been in the museum 's will power for centuries. Its blade is said to be forged from the rattling alloy that can harm vampire : Ag, atomic number 26, and copper. Rumor has it that it was used to drink down a powerful vampire in the 15th century"

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

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

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

The memory of her initial visions of upstage cousin genus Vanessa resurfaced, the recollection so vivid it felt as though the aspect unfolded before her once more. She recalled the devoid girl 's ravenous desire, the crimson liquid pooling from aunty Becky 's cut finger's breadth as Vanessa savored the penchant of her auntie 's blood with an uncanny hunger. Elizabeth 's backtalk twitched, a phantasm taste lingering on her own knife as she relived the moment in her mind 's eye. Her emerald regard unfocused as she traversed the profundity of her psyche, the visual sense of Vivian 's intense park eyes flickering into thought. Elizabeth 's fascination with the prize anthropologist intensified, her psyche racing with the possibilities of delving into Vivian 's real essence. The panorama of unlocking the hide out facet of this enigmatic woman 's psyche only further kindled the vernal witch 's curiosity and desire to explore the uncharted dominion of Vivian 's being.

After some minutes, as she rounded a corner, Elizabeth 's gaze fell on a video display of medieval torture instruments, and her eyes widened with a mixture of fascination and grim joy. Ñ

'' Oh, look how beautiful ! '' she exclaimed, as her slender digit ran along the grooves and stiletto heel of a particularly gruesome-looking appliance. `` Can you imagine the shrieking these devices would wring from a vampire or a beldame"—Knowing mystifying down that her mother has tasted Death more than once thanks to these agony device that greatly excite the Pres Young witch.

'' Vivian watched, transfixed, as Elizabeth 's imagination ran wild, picturing private donjon and saturnine rituals.

Now in the future art exhibition wing, Elizabeth paused before a striking pair of painting, one a portrait depicting the various phase of the lunation, the other a surrealistic tantrum of a adult female clad in a vermilion dress, rain pouring from the sky like blood from the heavens.

'' Behold, the aeonian dancing of feminine magnate, '' Elizabeth II purred, her regard roaming over the graphics with a knowing ignitor in her pretty centre.

'' The stage of the moon, ever changing yet cyclic ; a symbol of the feminine essence.

And the woman in red, drenched in the deluge of her own power, a testament to the ferocious beauty and dark conjuring trick that lies within us. ``

She turned to Vivian, her smile enigmatic. `` This painting is one of a series by the avant garde creative person Hans Baldung Grien. His works often boast womanhood as allegory of sin, desire, and the supernatural. The bloodline rain, some say, represents the blooming tide of a womanhood 's monthly cycle, while others believe it to be a metaphor for the life-giving major power of feminine magic."

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

After two and a half hours chatting and touring the museum, Vivian was more attracted and odd about the beautiful offspring adult female, her accent, her looker and her tidings are fascinating, the smoothness of her discussion 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 tire out, we can take in tea and then you can accompany me to the palmenhaus palace greenhouse, I have to visit my plant"

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

As they made their way to the tea room, Vivian could n't sway the feeling that she was being watched, a pricker of awareness that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the museum itself. She glanced back, half expecting to see mortal boring into her cover, but the corridor was empty. Shaking off the sensation, Vivian focused on the acquaint moment, savoring the delicate aroma of the tea and the warmth of Elizabeth 's grin as they sat together in comfortable silence.

Palmenhaus Green castle

After the warmly tea they shared, they arrived at the greenhouse in Elizabeth 's private car, unlike her mother, she did not like to be in a limousine but in a Greco-Roman 1957 curl Royce with her secret chauffeur.

Arriving at the pretentious nursery, Vivian was fascinated as she and Elizabeth joined the tour guidebook, visiting and learning more about venomous and amazing flora, beautiful but lethal in their over-the-top nature as well as the mysterious young charwoman. The women wander away from the gang of tourists and go to a more sequestered function of the greenhouse where there are beautiful steps and in a sheltered area a large plant.

'' Ah, the Night Blooming genus Cereus, '' —Elizabeth said, her eyes sparkling with fascination. `` A true marvel of the botanical human race, do n't you think, Vivian ? ''

The young enchantress 's voice was low and hypnotic as she continued. `` indigene to the desert of the American language southwestern United States, this works is a master of deceit. Its nocturnal prime, while breathtaking in their ethereal sweetheart, hide a mortal secret within their fragile petal. ''

Elizabeth 's actor's line dripped with an air of dark captivation, drawing Vivian deeper into the secret of the exotic botany. `` The toxic nectar of the genus Cereus serves as a potent defense mechanism mechanism, deterring predator from the plant 's tender buds. It 's a affecting admonisher of the often cruel harmoniousness between nature 's splendor and the risk that lurk beneath the surface. '' As Elizabeth II spoke, the elbow room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two cleaning lady and the hypnotic allure of the plant 's symbolism. `` In many mode, '' the younger witch mused, `` the nighttime blooming Cereus serves as a fitting metaphor for our own existence, do n't you concord, Vivian ?"

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

Elizabeth gently touches the flower petal of the tumid flower with great care, while whispering in Vivian 's ear.

'' Come on hint it a little, it 's not toxic on link and it 's more potent at night with the moonshine. ''

Vivian 's fingers brushed against Elizabeth II 's, the finespun flower petal of the night bloom genus Cereus serving as an sexual catalyst between them. The younger witch 's gaze drifted to Vivian 's mouth, her breath catching as a shiver ran through her slender frame. It was as if the flower 's toxic allure had been amplified a thousandfold by the subtle yet galvanic jot of Vivian 's skin against her own.

Elizabeth II 's emerald eyes widened as she felt the familiar spirit tingle begin to ramp up anew within her low belly. The champion intensified, spreading through her magnetic core until it pooled in her scanty, dampening the fabric with the nectar of her own arousal. The plant 's soporific exponent paled in comparing to the undeniable effect Vivian was having on her. As Vivian sighed, a heavy, halfhearted audio that seemed to behave the weightiness of nix desire, Elizabeth felt as though she was touching the folds of Vivian 's pussycat without ever making direct liaison. The air was thick with stress, the bound between them blurring until it became impossible to distinguish where one 's peel ended and the other 's began.

Vivian blinks and tone an intense twinkle in her chest of drawers, the perfume of the Cy Young woman is exquisite, intoxicating even, she was a sample distribution, an exotic plant, the most captivating of all the expo, in material body and bloodline. At that precise moment, Elizabeth I notices that a man dressed in black is spying on her behind some George W. Bush, surely one of Ingrid 's spies, she senses the danger nearby.

Vivian found herself helplessly entranced by the sight of Elizabeth 's exquisite, blench complexion, her delicate feature article seeming to shine in the subdued twinkle of the nursery. The younger hag 's word drifted in and out of her focusing, unable to compete with the all consuming awareness of Elizabeth I 's identical presence. Elizabeth turned to address, Vivian 's gaze lingered on the flawless expanse of her hide, the sharp demarcation of her hanker, elegant fingernails against that backdrop of porcelain perfection.

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

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

"I tried, but there is some symbolism that is unknown to me. It would be interesting to be able-bodied to babble out with you in more profundity and have you show me more thing. It 's rummy, I have studied many things and I am obviously previous than you, but you seem to possess cryptical knowledge than I am completely intrigued by, to severalise you the verity ”.

As their fingers brushed, exchanging the strange book between them, a jounce of electricity seemed to arc from Elizabeth 's handwriting to Vivian 's, the spark of attractive force palpable in the air between them. Vivian felt herself undressed in that minute, not just physically, but emotionally exposed as well. For the first time in her life, she experienced that spark with another homo being, and it was the older woman who had ignited it within her.

Vivian did n't realize that she was staring at the young woman for a long time, which she might cerebrate is impolite. Elizabeth I breaks the quiet to exsert another invitation to the woman.

"What do you opine if we leave the studies for tomorrow at the fundamental subroutine library, and tonight you accompany me and my mother to the opera at the Imperial Court Theater ”.

Vivian 's affectionateness skipped a rhythm at the invitation, her pulse quickening as she imagined herself in the opulent setting of the imperial Margaret Court theater, surrounded by the grandeur of the opera house. `` I would be honored to attach to you and your mother to such a prestigious event. It is a privilege I would n't dare refuse. `` The erstwhile woman felt a rush of fervor, her mind already racing with the possible action of what the evening might bring. As they continued to converse, Vivian found herself becoming increasingly enamored with Elizabeth II, the young witch 's charm and wit proving irresistible to her aging heart.

‘ It 's a business deal then, meet me at 8 o'clock at the entrance of the dramatic art"—Elizabeth finishes the sentence as she kisses Vivian 's cheek and walk away, disappearing down the great baroqueness hallway.

As the adult female parted way, Vivian could n't didder the lingering sensation of that spark, the promise of something more wakeless than simple friendly relationship or intellectual curiosity. She found herself lost in thought, replaying the bit they 'd shared in the greenhouse, each brush of their finger's breadth a whispered promise of the warmth yet to amount. Tonight, in the grand scene of the opera, Vivian would embark on a journey of self-discovery, one that would go her down a route of forbidden desire and ancient secrets. Little did she know that the true magic lay not in the performances on stage, but in the enchantment that bloomed between two women, their hearts beating as one in the tincture of a long-forgotten past.

opera house in the theater

As the chiliad carriage pulled up to the flowery entrance of the capital of Austria State opera, Vivian 's warmheartedness raced with a mix of nervous fervor and expectancy. She took a inscrutable breath, smoothing the frail folds of her evening nightie with trembling hands. The racy emerald silk clung to her form, accentuating the subtle curvature of her aging habitus. A string of pearls nestled between her boob, the soft glowing of the baby carriage lamps dancing across the polished gemstones.

Stepping out onto the red carpet, Vivian felt a sentiency of awe wash over her at the sheer splendour of the dramaturgy 's facade. The opulent baroque design, with its ornate balconies and towering columns, seemed to come alive in the flickering candlelight. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of images from her subject, the ancient rite, the whispers of enshroud mystery, the legends of powerful women who had once walked these very halls.

As she followed Elizabeth up the sweeping staircase, Vivian could n't serve but sense a good sense of belonging, as if the very burden of her being was attuned to this world of enigma and intrigue. She felt Elizabeth 's hand eternal sleep gently on the small of her rachis, guiding her forward with a elusive pressure that sent chill down her spine.

"Here, I will bring in my mother."

Elizabeth I 's presence was a vision of elegance, her form-fitting black velvet gown hugging every bend as she moved with the good will of a predator. The Victorian girdle accentuated her slim 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 office of the mysterious and alluring enchantress that Vivian had grown to look up to and desire.

Viktoria, Elizabeth 's female parent, stood regal and imposing, her gaze scanning Vivian with a critical eye. The older char 's beauty was tempered by the coldness of her demeanor, her features chiseled by the harsh lines of age and the weight of secrets. She regarded Vivian with a mix of disdain and entertainment, her voice low and measured as she extended a hand in greeting. `` So, you are the esteemed anthropologist, '' Viktoriya said, her words dripping with sarcasm. `` I must admit, I find it ... intriguing that Elizabeth has taken such a keen interest in you."

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

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

The tierce ascended to their reserved tail in the VIP balcony, the opulent red velvet of the left wing enveloping them in an aura of exclusivity and power. Viktoria 's imposing front was augmented by the hulking bod of her personal escort, who hovered discreetly in the scope. As the master raised his baton to betoken the kickoff of the carrying out, the escort approached with a silver tray bearing a crystal wine-colored glass.

Viktoriya accepted the offer with a gracious nod, but Vivian and Elizabeth declined with a shared smile and a shake of their heads. Elizabeth II found herself seated in the middle, succeeding to her mother.

As the music swelled, filling the grand auditorium, Viktoria 's paw slid up the length of Elizabeth I 's leg, the delicate fabric of her dress parting to unwrap a tantalizing expanse of pale thigh. The older woman 's fingerbreadth traced sinuous patterns against Elizabeth 's peel, their breathy voicelessness and shared laughter a everlasting admonisher of the unspoken bond certificate between mother and daughter. Vivian could n't serve but notice the pernicious yet intimate contact between the two women, while the action at law on the stage seemed to fade into the background, Vivian 's gaze remained fixed on the pernicious dynamics at gaming between them, her curiosity piqued by their unusual closeness.

The audio of the orchestra seemed to fade away as Elizabeth 's deep gaze locked onto a figure across the balcony, her eyes narrowing in recognition. Ingrid, her rival from decades past, was seated mere yards away, the very presence of the former witch stirring a maelstrom of emotions within Elizabeth I. She felt a shudder run down her spinal column as computer storage of their intense rivalry resurfaced, the bitter taste sensation of frustration and mortification still lingering on her tongue.

'' Mother, she is here and she is no longer a hallucination, '' —Elizabeth whispered urgently, her vox 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 sight of the cleaning lady who had once been her greatest resister .