Daughter Of A Vampire King

Thomas and Lucille Sharpe

Allerdale Hall, in London, thousands of miles away from any 'living' soul. It was a, very beautiful Victorian era, gothic, mansion, but very dangerous and scary. Especially at night, when shadows can slink and bend into your wildest nightmares.

One such shadow creeps along the back of a ghostly, basement-looking room. Except it is not exactly a shadow...... It is a silken blackness, like fine mist, that stalks up the wall of the crimson room.

Inside, the shape dissolves, revealing a strikingly beautiful, with deep red liquid eyes, Sharp cheekbones and wavy black hair. He would appear almost normal, except for his angelic appearance, Sharp dagger in his hand and his blood red eyes.

He descends down the few steps, gracefully. He walks into the room. A large, lofty room, massive circular tanks stood firmly into the floor, filled with thick red stuff that looked almost like they looked like they had skeleton remains floating inside.
The poisoning smell of death lingers in the air.

There is another figure in this forbidden room, and she is leaning against the large bay window, overlooking the Red Garden.

As she turns around, the moonlight shines on her striking face, with long dark brown hair, tied back into a neat braid, cut cheekbones and bright, silver eyes.

"You appear happy, little sister." He says in a silky, British accent. "What news do you have for me, Lucille?"

"The best . She is near, or so signaled Blaidd." Says Lucille, as he closes the creaky door behind him.

With a graceful sigh, the elder brother falls upon a chair with Serpentine elegance. "Ah, and what about the others? We will have to do something about them."
There is a pause, then, Lucille replies."Do not worry, Thomas. I have got people on the inside."

Thomas blinks slowly, his red eyes glistening, even in the darkness that is falling upon the house. Inspecting the crimson diamond on his wedding finger, he says, in his silky voice, "I expect that she will be trouble, but it is not the first time." He cocks his head.

Lucille stands silent, looking down at the ground. Meanwhile, Thomas glances down at the ground, where a body lays, cold and pale. He raises his head, back to his sister.

"I should warn you that she will not come easily, she is guarded and guarded well." Says Lucille, taking a deep breath, she is trying not to look at the man's corpse.

"Unfortunately, she will have no choice in the matter." He says in a hauntingly beautiful voice, the ghosts of darkness throwing him into obscurity. "If she wishes to protect The ones she loves."

"Time is short, Thomas, and not ready for rash action." Thomas leans his head back against the chair lazily, like a leapord ready for spring.

"My daughter will eventually give in to us, whether she likes it or not."
Lucille looks doubtful.
"Or else." He adds softly as the moonlight shifts again, so that his stunningly perfect features are visible. He raises his finger to his full lips, his crimson finger, with deep red blood dripping down his hand. As his bloodied finger touches his tongue, he says in his evilly gentle whisper. "Or else she will be punished, I hate to say."

When Thomas throws his head back and laughs, the moonlight shines on his mouth, the deep red shimmering on his teeth like beads.

His fangs!