A day later:
On the good news front I was let out of my cage. On the bad news front I was limited to my 'quarters' which look suspiciously like a four star prison cell. I was also handed over to this familiar who was myquote 'chaperon' unquote .
To explain, the vampires didn't like going out during the day. Yeah the whole out in daylight sounds dramatic but they didn't burst into flames or anything. They didn't like it, sure and they could see in the dark so why bother? They did need human servants who would look after them while they slept in their crypts. Enter the 'familiar', so you get a whole bunch of people who betray their human past and work for the vampires. In return for running around like Igor in a Frankenstein movie saying 'yes master' and being the primary blood source, the familiars were also the army and police, not to mention government, tax collectors and judges. The familiars were the leering mean face of the vampire overlords to the locals under vampire direct rule. The familiars tried to be good forelock tapping spit lickers to the vampires mostly because it was from the ranks of the loyal familiars that new vampires were made or to use the parlance 'sired'. Immortality, that was a new medical benefit which no one in the old days would have thought of, might have made working at Starbuck's worth while though.
The whole siring process meant that familiars tended to be young and promotion tended to go firstly to the beautiful then the loyal. Smart came a long way down the list of desirable qualities. This suited a lot of people. Unfortunately the way the vampires dressed was far more for style than comfort. The men looked quite cool but the women had a real victorian taste, long dresses, open cleavages and worst of all tight corsets. Yeah it's OK if you don't breathe. I on the other hand had this really bad habit for oxygen dependency. Call me an air junky but I couldn't quite. As the vampire-etts dressed so the girl familiars copied. Which is a long way to say the vampire girl's dressed in corsets and long dresses like they had this huge lust to be extras on the sexy version of Downton Abby. So the familiars did the same.
After refusing to get into the cloth monstrosity I had been tied to a chair all night with a bag over my head. I say all night the coven keep was so lacking in light it might have been all day for all I knew.
"Good morning princess" said the woman jailers voice outside.
"Look I'm not a princess" I said from within the bag "When are you grovelling sellouts going to learn. I'm the daughter of the president of the autonomous collective of Basingstoke"
"Yes princess. Tired of the bag on your head?" said the female voice outside.
"Let me think about that one...mm... you know what I am." I said "Go figure. I know they said having a bag over your head could never grow old but I'm starting to disagree. Who knew huh?"
I sat strapped to the chair. My 'chaperon/maid' had every aspected of a live in jailer and had become disagreeable about my choice in clothing. Talk about room-mate from hell.
"You will get dressed properly or you will be punished" said the woman's voice. She didn't sound old. Unlike many familars she didn't have the 'fake' Transylvanian accent. You could hear in her voice she was young brought up in London.
The door opened and she fell silent. I listened carefully, steps, arrogant steps walked around.
"This isn't how we treat guests. Take it off" said a man's voice.
The bag was pulled off roughly, the light was strong and made me blink.
"I'm not saying anything until I get a lawyer. I no nothing about any bank robbery you don't have anything on me" I said "followed by sorry - I get flash backs."
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The Vampire's Crimson Kiss (Editing)
VampireVictoria is given by her father, the King of the Barren Lands, to the Vampire Duke Sadisman as a hostage. She is a gift from her people as a peace offering. As part of the bargain, Duke has promised, "She will not be sired, she will not be fed upo...
