Before you start reading, please note that this book may not end the way you the reader think it should, and that it's MY work and it takes the end I found suitable.
Happy reading.
-R
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The day started almost the same as every other day for Emily. She dragged the body of another sheep to the burn hole for the third time that week. The time she lived in was unimaginable. Vampires, werewolves and supernatural beings no longer hid, they all lived among the humans in a mask of harmony.
She recalled the stories her parents told her of the vampires taking over hundreds of years before their time, overthrowing weakly structured human governments and creating one, all powerful royal family in its stead. For some time, their counterparts remained hidden, the world unsure of just how many of those creatures existed.
As time progressed, so did the royal family. Putting their own kin and stock in high positions, naming them leaders of various towns and cities. There was very little humans had a say in when it came to the world now. Although, a select few of mankind were lucky enough to be politically placed to 'keep the peace'.
Werewolves and vampires worked in harmony, something that had come to past when King Geoffrey III himself married a she-wolf. According to the history books Emily read, their reign was a memorable one, though there was very little information as to how it had ended.
Emily sighed, dumping lighter fluid into the burn hole. She fiddled with the matchbox seemingly lost in thought for some time. Recently a plague had been killing most of the animals. They'd tried their best on the farm to nurse them back to health, but there was only so much they could do with the limited resources her family had.
The livestock had been their main source of funds, most of which went into her mother's healthcare in the last few months of the woman's life. Emily finally flicked a lit match into the hole, setting it ablaze. Her blue eyes reflected the flicker of the flame. Another one gone.
The sound of a vehicle pulling up dragged her away from her thoughts. She faced the darkly tinted sedan, slowly walking towards it. The driver side door opened before she could reach it and a young man stood dressed in neatly tailored suit.
"Ivanov Family," he adjusted his sunglasses. "It has been brought to our attention that you've been failing to repay your loan."
Confusion was clear on the young woman's face. She could tell from the pallor of the man's skin that he was...unnatural. A vampire.
"What are you talking about?" she asked him.
The sound of someone shuffling behind her threatened to distract from the vampire that stood dangerously close to her.
"Go wait inside Emily." Her father whispered. "Good day sir." He toyed with the hem of his shirt anxiously.
"Dad, what have you gotten yourself into?"
"It's nothing to worry about, just go on. Manny is on his own in there doing God knows what." The older man played it off.
The young blonde nodded; suspicion still heightened as she trod into the house. She was met with the sound of her younger brother talking to his toys on the floor of the living room.
"Hey kiddo," she greeted him, while leaning against the wall. Emily peered through the space between the curtain, trying to catch a glimpse of the scene that unfolded outside her home.
"Harold Ivanov," the man read from a small notebook. "You've missed six consecutive payments on the loan you've borrowed." The vampire took a step closer to Harold. "There have been a few reports of you humans taking advantage of the Queen's kindness, running off without repaying and she's taken a personal interest in these cases."
The word loan, queen and repayment resonated with the woman as she grew increasingly nervous. Why would he borrow from them?
"I know," her father massaged the back of his neck. "When my wife and I took this loan, we were doing a lot better financially. The farm was thriving." He motioned to the scarce land behind him. "As you can see, things have slowed significantly. All I need is a little more time—"
"More time," the vampire hissed. "You made a deal Harold, signed a contract. There is no more time."
Emily took her eyes off the men for one second as her brother had grown quiet. Manny was fast asleep on the floor, his stuffed animal still tightly clenched between his palm. She was about to put the younger boy to bed but the sound of grunting dragged her back to their front yard
"You've had more than enough time. When you took this loan, it was guaranteed that your wife's medical treatments would be taken care of and you both swore that you could meet the minimum requirements—without interest I might add." The Vampire grabbed Harold by the collar. "As a result, the Queen's favour has been revoked."
Revoked?
"You're no longer allowed to live."
Emily's palm flew to her mouth as the man punched her father in the stomach, the older man doubled over in obvious pain. Her feet moved faster than her mind and she was outside in seconds, standing between the two men. The blonde yanked the vampire's hand away from her father, who insisted that he was fine.
"Please don't hurt him!" she pleaded, tears brimming the corners of her eyes. She couldn't bear the thought of losing another parent. Her father was all they had left.
"Get out of my way, pest." The vampire backhanded her, the sheer strength behind it tossing her back a few steps.
"Emily please!" her father groaned. "I can handle myself."
"He's going to kill you," she said incredulously. Handle himself? How did he intend to handle himself against a vampire?
"If you can't meet the demands of the Queen, I'll have your life instead." An eerie smile formed against the pink lips of the suited man. In a blink his hands were wrapped around Harold's neck, colour quickly draining from the older man's face.
Emily knew she had to act. She threw her small frame against the vampire's back, causing the man to lose his grip on her father. He shook her off, tossed yards away into the door of the barn which stood nearby.
She winched in pain, unable to think of just how much her back would hurt the following day. Emily wasn't even sure at that point they'd be living another day. Her mind brought a distant memory forward. One of the many history books she'd read went scarcely into details about vampires. She grabbed a fistful of dirt, and made another attempt to surprise the supernatural being by throwing it at his face. That time—it worked.
The man hissed, scrubbing his eyes. The sun reflected against the chain he wore around his neck. That's it. Emily quickly jumped at the vampire again, this time reaching for the chain with a silver ring pendant during the scuffle.
"You little bitch," he snarled as his body started to fizzle.
The blonde smirked at him, dangling the necklace. "Gotcha."
Soon the man had completely fizzled out, leaving only a few bits of ash in is wake.
"You're insane." Her father chuckled.
Emily gave the man a small smile. Immediately, she'd begun tending to the older man's wounds. His neck was pretty banged up and blood dried at his nose.
Still, she couldn't help but notice the sudden heaviness of the air.
The back door of the sedan opened slowly. Emily gasped. Had there been someone in there the entire time? Fuck's sake.
A tall, slender figure stepped out of the car. The woman's black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and a black, form-fitting dress clung to her figure.
"Well...That escalated quickly." Her voice like velvet, almost purring.
It was the Queen. The Queen was standing in Emily's front yard, casually glancing down at the younger woman in amusement. That would mean, she sat there and watched that vampire burn. What kind of leader did that?
Before she knew it, her father was bowing, dragging her down with him to pay their respects. Why would the Queen be personally interested in a farmer's debt? Emily tried her best to quiet the question in her mind, but had to admit that it was strange. She had never seen the woman this close before. In fact, she could only recall one sighting and all she'd seen was the black tresses of hair pulled in what appeared to be her signature style, a ponytail.
The woman was certainly not as pale as her driver's, she looked more life-like, almost more human. If it wasn't for the grey of her eyes, and the sadistic look on her face, Emily would swear she was just a regular ole being.
"My Queen," Harold finally spoke up.
"On my way back from a very frustrating meeting, my advisor let me know we were in the vicinity of one of my...patrons who'd missed a few payments." Although sounding completely calm, she exuded dominance. "I don't know why, but I agreed to the detour. Unfortunately, that detour cost Darryl his life."
Unmoving, Emily felt it. Eyes. Queen Annabelle's eyes piercing through the tan of her skin, deep enough to maybe sift through what remained of the young woman's soul.
"Harold," she finally spoke again. "I didn't handle your case myself, as I hardly get involved in these... minuscule matters but I do remember a few details. You came with your wife, you needed money for her care, right?"
Emily saw the older man nod from the corner of her eye.
"And you," Annabelle breathed, grey steely eyes finally meeting Emily's. "You've slain my advisor."
"You watched me do it." Her answer was immediate.
Annabelle raised a brow at her. "Is that any way to address your Queen?"
"Apologies, my Queen." Harold quipped, trying to excuse the younger woman's attitude.
"I'll ignore the impudence." The woman spoke, annoyance on her tone. "You've taken something of mine, so I think it's only fair I take something of yours Harold."
The way she'd said his name caused goosebumps to rise on Emily's skin. That woman was downright terrifying.
"What do you want?" Harold asked, his breathing hastening at the thought.
"A human pet." A chilling smile found its way to the older woman's full lips.
"You can't have that!" Emily spoke out of turn yet again; disbelief etched on her face.
Annabelle was inches away from her face before her next blink. "I'm the Queen girl. I can have whatever I want."
Emily bit down against her lip. She wanted to make a run for it, but she knew her father was injured and would not be able to keep up. Regardless, at the speed in which the creatures moved, Annabelle would be on her in seconds.
"I'll come with you." Harold offered. "I'm a craftsman, also great with animal herding and care." He tried selling himself.
Once again, Emily spoke up. "No! Take me instead." She'd heard about the Queen...what she did with women, but the thought of her younger brother having to grow up with neither parent was a haunting one. She was barely eighteen herself, and caring for her younger brother this past year had been a task of its own. A task the younger woman was unconvinced she could manage without her father's assistance.
She was younger, and stronger. Emily only hoped she'd survive longer than her father would in his place. The Queen wrapped her hand around Emily's wrist, sending shockwaves coursing through her body.
"Lovely," she motioned to the car. "I was going to take the girl anyway."
"You'll pay for having me drive myself back to the castle." Her voice was a mutter as she slinked her tall form into the driver's seat of the car. "You're quite the trouble-maker, aren't you?" Annabelle adjusted the rear view so the younger woman's face was visible. "Beautiful, but trouble."
Emily remained silent, eyes never leaving her father's as they moved off. Distraught and pain covered the older man's face. She'd wondered what he would tell Manny, what his explanation would be for her sudden disappearance.
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Somehow, Emily managed to fall asleep on the drive to the castle. She awoke, curled into a ball on the passenger seat of the blacked-out car. The Queen waltzed around to open the door for her. It all felt so strange to her. The castle sat on what appeared to be hundreds of acres of land. It appeared to have been newly refurbished, the doors and handles polished to perfection.
"You don't need to yank me around." The blonde said in a matter-of-fact tone. The Queen's hand tugged at her again, pulling her through the doors of the castle. "And can you loosen your grip?"
"Don't you ever get tired of complaining?" she asked with a brow raised.
"Who is this, and why is she addressing the Queen in that manner?"
Emily hadn't noticed the dark-haired vampire saunter up from behind, displeasure plastered across on his face.
"This is my new plaything."
She found herself wondering just what being a 'plaything' would entail.
"You let one human disrespect you, more will follow sister."
"I've got this under control." Annabelle's voice was low, almost a growl.
Geoffrey sent a dirty look my way, "As you wish."
The Queen continued down the hallway, her hand still placed firmly around Emily's wrist as if to ensure the younger woman did not wonder off.
"Patricia," her voice rang out as they rounded yet another corner.
"My Queen." A pudgy, blonde woman scurried out of a nearby room.
"Get her cleaned up, and to my quarters." She instructed, handing Emily off to the maid.
Fear ran through the young blonde at the thought to being in the Queen's quarters. She'd wondered what would happen next, and figured the only way to find out was to ask. Emily waited until the Queen was out of what she considered to be supernatural earshot.
"What have you gotten yourself into?" Patricia spoke before Emily could get a word out. "The Queen hardly ever brings them home herself—you must be special."
"What do you mean?" her brow raised slightly.
"The women she beds, she usually has them brought by the bus load."
Emily stared at the woman in disbelief. Bus load? There was no way. She didn't know much about sex, but could only imagine the number of stamina it would take to pleasure all those women—or vice versa.
The maid brushed the tattered strands of Emily's hair to the side and gave her a small smile. "Come, let's get you prepared."
The woman stripped the young blonde of her old clothing, completely ignoring the blush that formed on the surface of her cheeks. "I've seen too many of these to count." She motioned to Emily's breasts.
Patricia ran a warm bath, testing the water a few times before instructing Emily to get in the large, ceramic tub. Emily allowed the water to reach her chin as she laid back, basking in the warmth and comfort of the fancy tub. The water felt amazing on her skin, almost soothing the sunburns she'd gotten while doing her many chores on their farm. The maid excused herself, saying she would retrieve fresh clothing for the younger woman.
Emily's mind couldn't help but drift to the dark-haired Goddess that had removed her from her home earlier that day. Wondering if the woman would make her a sex slave, or use her as a snack, feeding from her every day. It didn't quite matter though, as the Queen would use Emily in whatever way she pleased, and the sooner the young blonde accepted that fact, the easier it might be.
Patricia's plump figure popped into the room after a few minutes. She washed Emily, getting all her...bits cleaned. Even the young woman's hair shone differently after the scrubbing she'd received from the maid.
"Right," Patricia clapped her damp hands against her thighs. "Get dressed, we'll get you some food. It's important to stay nourished in this castle. You never know when someone might take a bite." The woman laughed at Emily's wide-eyed response.
After getting dressed, the older woman led her to the kitchen. There was a plate of food already set aside, waiting to be devoured. Emily's mouth watered at the sight and smell of the expensive meat and vegetables that donned the Tupperware.
Boots clogging against the floor drew everyone's eyes to the doorway.
"Who do we have here?" A woman, not quite as tall as the Queen stood in the doorway with her arms folded. She wore jeans and a shirt cropped mid-stomach. Her own dark hair flowed loosely against her back, stopping at the waist of her jeans. The woman removed her sunglasses, pushing it back against her forehead.
Emily could tell from the tan of her skin that she wasn't a vampire, but perhaps another creature altogether. Patricia almost gasped when the woman stalked over, joining Emily at the small table the servants usually dined at. Heat rolled off the woman's body, and somehow it made the blonde feel like a small rocket flying too close to the sun.
Patricia answered the question, revealing the circumstances that brought Emily to the castle.
"Oh, Annabelle brought you here herself?" a brown brow raised. "That's...interesting."
Emily toyed with the food on her plate, too nervous to even think of eating.
"I'm Victoria." The woman spoke again. "And you?"
"Emily."
Victoria chuckled, a strange gleam in her eyes as she gave the blonde a once over.
Emily could see the wheels turning behind the woman's dark eyes, and wondered what she would say next. Before they could continue, Annabelle barged into the kitchen. She'd changed into practically casual clothing, something Emily never thought Royals did. The Queen leaned against the frame of the door, a black stare on her face.
"Back so soon, my love?" her words were directed to the only other tall woman in the room.
"You know I can't stay away." Victoria answered dryly. She stood from her seat at the table, and sauntered towards the Queen.
Emily's eyes were once again wide with shock as Victoria placed a hand on the Queen's cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. She could see their tongue's battling fiercely from across the room.
"Unfortunately, I cannot stay for dinner. I put a report on your desk in the study, the same things have happened in the North with the animals."
Annabelle nodded and the woman wordlessly left the kitchen. Emily had more questions bombarding her thoughts than ever before. Were they involved? Was Victoria just another pet? The way the servants had reacted to the woman earlier said otherwise.
The Queen appeared to be lost in thought for a moment before her eyes landed on those of the young blonde. Her dimpled cheeks grew a smile as she beckoned the girl towards her.
"Where are we going?" Emily placed the cutlery down gently, her nerves causing her legs to feel like jello.
"You ask too many questions." The Queen's warm hand reclaimed its earlier spot on the young woman's wrist, pulling her along the freshly painted Victorian hallway.
"People only ask questions they want answers to." Emily said pointedly.
Annabelle paused in the hallway, glancing down at the woman whose mouth appeared to have a mind of its own. She couldn't help but wonder what else that mouth was capable of. The Queen shook the dirty thoughts from her mind. "Have you forgotten that I'm your Queen?" She asked, pushing the doors to her private quarters open. Annabelle yanked Emily into the room behind her, using the bottom of her foot to kick the door closed. "There's a certain level of respect one should have when addressing their Queen, and you," Annabelle pressed her index finger against the girl's forehead, "You do not seem to possess it."
She watched as Emily bit down on her lip, probably stopping herself from saying something even more disrespectful. The act however, shamelessly stirred something in the pit of Annabelle's stomach. A longing that grew with the close proximity of the younger woman.
"I think you need a valuable lesson on just how to please your Queen."
Annabelle pulled her into a kiss, their lips pressed together and it almost burned. There was heat between them, a prickling against their lips almost like a jolt of electricity. The Queen's tongue quickly slipped past Emily's lips, performing a sultry dance in the younger woman's mouth. She had half expected the blonde to push her away, and when she didn't, their kiss only deepened.
She wrapped her arms around Emily's waist, hoisting her onto the bed beside them. With every passing moment, Annabelle's need grew, she wanted her, and the bulge growing in her pant made her painfully aware of just how much. The Queen's claws ripped through the cotton dress that scarcely covered Emily's skin, revealing the swell of the younger woman's chest.
Emily let out a soft gasp, cheeks heating up at the realisation of what had happened. Reality hit, and fear became blatantly visible on the young woman's face. What was she doing? It was as though she'd been in a trance, and torn dress falling off her shoulders snapped her back to reality. She didn't want this; she didn't want her first time to be with a beast.
Lips found their way to her chest, leaving hot kisses in a trail to her stomach. Annabelle's breathing quickened as she slipped her hand between the blonde's thigh, smelling the sweet aroma of the woman's sex. It was enough to drive her wolf mad. As a hybrid, the Queen had to work twice as hard to control what sometimes felt like two demons inside her.
Her fingers traced a circle in the moisture of Emily's center, causing a moan to escape the young woman's lips. That sound unleashed something deep inside Annabelle, something that she was scared she wouldn't be able to control. She quickly rolled away from Emily, standing to her feet. The woman's cheeks were stained red, marks covered the skin of her breasts from the kisses Annabelle had placed.
"Tonight, you watch."
Annabelle instructed her to move to the couch before leaving the room. She then returned with three women, all fully naked, the peaks of their breasts obviously aroused. Emily sat awkwardly in the plush sofa, watching as Annabelle made love to each of the women in different ways. She glanced at the floor, suddenly finding the carpet exceedingly interesting.
"Emily," the Queen's voice breathed, "Look at me."
Their eyes connected, and the young woman watched, unintentionally becoming even more aroused at the activities on the bed. It went on like that for the rest of the night, multiple women traipsing in and out, until eventually, Emily could no longer hold herself awake.