Temple De Silvia: The Vampire In The Woods

Chapter 9: A Cold Voice

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An Unknown Point Of View

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I breathe gently in my pale blue satin dress. The bare parts of my skin rubbing against my soft black velvet throne. Where I lay upon it being fed the poisonous fruit that I love so much. Golden veils around my throne with my slave Cretin at it's entrance. She really is an ugly human girl. Her large eye is the color of a garnet and there's a large scar on her face. It starts at the top left of her forehead runs a crossing the middle of it. Going down where her right eye used to be. Over her cheekbone and running towards the beginning of her soft jaw-line. Her dark albany skin clashes against her crooked, perfectly white teeth. Her hair is buzzed off and on the the top of her hair line is the number 8442990143. Her small hands are turning gray from the poisonous fruit. I smile at the thought.

Tomorrow I will cutting off one of her ears and then stuff one of these perfectly delicious fruit in it. And if she dare take it out before I say so. I'll take the first finger to touch the fruit and push a small bit of fruit in the stump. Then put a burning piece of metal against it. Her delightful screams will fill my throne room.

A loud knock disturbs my peace and I frown. Cretin sees this and bows on her hands and knees with her forehead touching the red marble ground. I say in an iced voice

"Come in."

The large doors open and reveal my butler, Oaf, carrying a large silver platter. On it is a yellow letter with my name on it. He is a tall werewolf in a dark gray suit. He has large violet eyes with yellow hair pulled back to into a tight ponytail that ends right between his large shoulders. He has a circular scar around his left eye. It's about two inches thick with the number 3536147 under it. The dark scar at his throat, where I gripped out his throat, shows clearly against his pale white skin. He comes to the edge of my throne and bows. Putting his left hand on his lower stomach and his right hand balancing the silver platter in front of me. I gently take the letter and unfold it. It reads

                                                                                                                        31th of July, 2621

Dear My Queen,

I'm am quite sorry that I was unable to hand-deliver this letter myself, but experiment 7m. Well being experiment 7m, he got into a serious brawl and now I have to take care of him. Experiment 2m and 6m are trying to have a baby again. I have had much stress to keep this from happening. Experiment 1m and experiment 3m have met up but nothing important has happened between the exchangement of the slight conversation. Experiment 5m is now on the mainland and he is having a hard time trying to adapt to the humans way of life. Experiment 4m is temporarily visiting the past and I hear soon she will be going to the werewolf territory to visit the king. Now for experiment 0m I dishearteningly have to report, because I know that they are your favorite. They almost died in an attack of a leader of a lower-class species and they seem to get along with them.Though they did they did talk their way out of it and without any help from me. Luckily from this encounter experiment 0m did get infected and is slowly unlocking their birthright. From all that has happened in this one month it seems that our plans are going to become much sooner then we oringinally had thought. Now for even more exciting news. The De Silvia child has entered the mix. I just know how you love messing with the De Silvia family. I will come as soon as I can and tell you in a much more detail.

                                                                                                                                                        Sincerely yours,

                                                                                                                                                            Knight Gallant.

I look away from the letter and lightly smile. I grip the paper into the smallest pieces as I can. I lay on my back and throw it into the air. As it comes flittering down it catches flame and I start laughing joyfully. I turn over on my side and and look at my slaves. They're still bowing and are not looking around. Oaf is perfectly still where Cretin is shivering with fear. Normally where I would have punished her. I decided not to do anything because I couldn't give a damn about her. 

"Oaf...Cretin rise up." When they do I say

"I want you two to take the day off. I don't care what you do just stay from me." Without being told twice they get out of my room as quick as they can.

The more De Silvias that get into my plans the better. I can't wait to meet John's child.