*Warning-Story contains sexual content, language and graphic images of violence.
Dracula's daughter Una Bella Morte is alive and well in modern Italy, but her father's legacy has been nearly been eradicated by the remaining coven's abandonment of I...
They descended into a well of darkness down into a cavernous basement. Michael smelled earth, casks of wine and something else. The scent of frankincense, myrrh and fresh blood.
Wordlessly Alexander moved across the floor to the end of the hall. Intrigued, Michael saw the basement was part of a large, ancient labyrinth.
On a wooden pallet on the floor was a shrouded woman, a half decayed sleeping beauty.
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Alexander gestured to the ghostly draped figure announcing reverently, "Una Bella Morte."
"Here is the daughter of Dracula, she will be your ideal mate. Alexander hesitated for a moment then added, "If she doesn't kill you first."
Michael looked at the figure then back to Alexander. I thought her existence was a myth!"
"Fortunately or unfortunately for you she does exist. With that parting thought, his white haired host turned and ascended the spiral staircase leaving Michael to his fate.
The figure on the marble stirred. The mortal half of Michael wanted to run, but the vampire blood in him began to lust for her bite. He was terrified and excited at the same time. This creature on the slab before him had been dead for centuries. He stood before true vampire royalty.
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Una Bella Morte's hungry blood stirred her from her deep sleep awakening to Michael's presence. She had been underground encased in the catacomb statue for hundreds of years. Her form was not fully repaired enough to face full sun light.
After she'd emerged from the statue in the crypt, she'd fed on the young woman's killer, satisfying her blood lust. The Benedictine monk who'd found her had shepherded her to Wein's estate. His ancestors had served her father pledging their family's servitude for generations to come.
She had lain here for weeks wondering what would become of her now that her father's home had been taken from her by her father's murderer, Lucius Deville. Hatred burned in her heart, but she knew she was too weak to kill him. Now this stranger offered her a solution.
She rose and approached him. Michael could see the vampire's skull protruding through her withered skin, but her lips were ripe and full. Exotically red. He shuddered uncontrollably with desire, fear and sexual excitement. He'd never experienced the erotic thrill of being killed while making love.
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It wasn't long before nature took it's course and the two of them were locked in a frenzied mating. Bella Morte needed fresh blood and she took it hungrily from him.
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She drank from him mingling their blood until Michael burned inside and out, his desire merged with pain. She was killing him while giving him immortal life.
