*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...
The cavern led into a deep labyrinth riddled with fatal traps, sheer drops, and dead end passages. The complex architecture had been secretly built and carefully constructed to discourage intruders and secure Draculas' shrine.
Although it had been five hundred years, Una Bella knew the turns by heart. She skipped over black, gaping holes in the floor with ease. Finally, after traveling underground for half an hour, she came to a heavily carved, ancient, stone door. Reaching up she easily found the hidden lever opening the massive door to release century old air trapped in the vaults' depths.
"Father, I've returned. There was no answer from the dry dust floor."
She hadn't expected one. Sighing, she pulled a sharp knife from her garter.
"I must speak with you."
**********
With the glass globe, Allasandra remotely observed Una Bella enter the ancient crypt. She watched with interest until the image faded, her powers unable to track Una Bella underground. That's all right, Bella. While you're away, I will go and find your precious mate. Laughing, Allasandra cast a spell giving herself Una Bella's form. Going to her wardrobe, she pulled out a seductive velvet dress copying what Una Bella wore as closely as possible. By the time she returns, Michael will be under my spell. Or dead.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The streets were congested with traffic as Allasandra wove in and out of cars like she was playing a child's video game.
"Get out of the way!" She shouted at a slow moving Fiat.
"I have business to attend to!" Cursing, she fought with the map she was holding as it flapped in the wind.
The old man driving the Fiat cursed back at her, giving her the finger. Allasandra zoomed past him heading to the Kent Estate. She glared at the driver. I will send you a plague of boils, you stupid peon. Pressingher foot harder on the gas pedal, she fumed. That's one thing the slut has over me, she can fly while I have to drive.
