Angelique Amantine Bellerose is a vampire, one that still desperately clings to her humanity.
Her first love is none other than Leon Belmont, a renowned vampire hunter. He is the barrier that keeps the last remnants of her soul from darkening, but b...
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The smell of sweet spices filled the room, surrounding Angelique in a false sense of security. The insence was burning in the hopes of easing Angelique into a calm state of mind while she completed the ritual.
It didn't help her; instead, it made things worse. She felt restless and anxious as she stood in the middle of an empty room, within a circle of red candles.
She was naked, her entire shame uncovered for everyone to see, yet she was alone.
Her husband had not returned yet, with the sacrificial goat that they needed—the first one having escaped. She bit her lip knowing she was the reason he had to get another one. She loved animals, and the way those large black eyes looked back at her, there was no way she would have watched it get killed.
A sigh escaped her. What about the next goat that he would bring in?
She whimpered. But she bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to cry. She loved her husband too much to displease him. This whole thing was for him; she only agreed to it to make him happy.
She would have to see it through. For her husband.
A sudden draft of cold air entered the room, taking Angelique by surprise. The breeze had extinguished the light of the candles, just leaving one.
Panic began to claw at her, there was only one lone flame keeping the complete darkness at bay.
Dread manifested itself, and Angelique became fearful of her surroundings. It felt like someone was watching her in the shadows.
She just wanted to run right out of the room, but she stayed planted by the thought of her husband. He had warned her not to abandon the circle once the spell was cast. Which he had done, minus the killing of the goat. If she were to leave now, he would be cross with her. That was the last thing she wanted.
Steeling herself, she stayed put.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. That's when she noticed she could see her breath in the air—small but dense puff of clouds. Goosebumps began to appear over her arms and legs as her nipples hardened and the hairs on the back of her neck went up.
She was trembling, her teeth chattering the air turned crisp and cold. This was more than a mere breeze if it had settled and spread throughout the whole room.
Angelique couldn't move. The terror she was experiencing had paralyzed her.
She stood—unwavering—with her hands frozen to her sides, and her feet fixed were she stood. She tried to move with no avail. All she wanted was to fold her arms into herself and rub them to get warm, but she was like a statue.
She tried her neck, but nothing. The only thing she still had control over was her ragged breathing and the movement of her eyes, although her vision was limited to what was ahead and whatever she could make out in her peripheral.
