Another love story between two women. So, I apologize if this story disgusts you. However, of course there will be drama, swearing, sexual content (Not detailed, just ya know, they rested naked...Stuff like that), and the use of alcohol. Viewer Discretion is advised.)


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The year was 1805, beautiful Victorian Era. The houses were decorated in beauty. But there was one family that stood out from the rest, the Antebellum's, they were rich beyond belief. Their names were: Count Edvard and Countess Erzsebet. They were known as the Hungarians, seeing they hailed from Hungary. And during this time, Countess Erszebet was pregnant. She always wanted a little girl. Her husband wanted a son. But deep down, he couldn't care less of what gender their child was. But they both knew that whomever they had, the child would grow up in a very rich and healthy environment. As the months slowly went by, Erzsebet walked in and saw her husband before the fire place,

"Darling, what has you so bothered?" She asked in a calm voice, "I'm worried, that you and I will not be able to give the life to our unborn child, that we never had." Edvard whispered, Erzsebet looked towards her husband, then sat before him, "My love, our child will grow up in an amazing loving home, our son or daughter will have just that. A life we never had. Edvard, I do have a name if the child is a girl, Amalia." Edvard leaned in and kissed his wife, "I love that name." He mustered. He rested his forehead against his wife's as they sat before the fire.

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Erzsebet screamed bloody murder, as she began pushing. Edvard paced back and forth as he watched the doctor try to calm his wife, as well as try and get the baby out, "Erzsebet, please breathe." The doctor tried to calm her down, "I am breathing! Can't you hear me breathe?!" She yelled, "That wasn't lady like." Edvard joked, "Right now, I'll be damned being a lady!" Erzsebet was gripping the sheets as she screamed loudly, "I hate you, Edvard! I HATE YOU!!!" She screamed, Edvard took her outburst like a grain of salt, he knew she was in pain.

Erzsebet was growing weak, as she was about to give up. The room echoed with crying. The doctor was now holding a baby, "Congratulations, its a girl." The doctor cleaned up the baby, and handed the child to Edvard, "Amalia, our little Amalia." He whispered, he walked too Erzsebet, who by now, was breathing normally, "Let me look at her." Edvard slowly handed their daughter over, "She is beautiful." He whispered, "Looks just like her mother." Erzsebet blushed, "Yes, but has your prefect blue eyes."

Erzsebet woke up in the dead of night, hearing Amalia crying, "Bloody hell, she never stops." Erzsebet whispered, "She is a baby, Erzsebet. She'll be like this until she is a lady." Edvard slowly arose, "I shall attend to her, you should try and rest. You've been pushing yourself lately, and rest has become a second priority. Please, love, rest." Edvard leaned down and kissed his wife, and walked towards the bedroom where Amalia was sleeping in, "Why hello, little one." Edvard whispered, as he slowly picked up Amalia. "Ah shhh, shhh, daddy is here. No need to cry, sweetie." Edvard rocked his daughter trying to get her to sleep again. Edvard walked towards the lonely rocking chair, and sat down. He began to rock back and forth. After a few hours, Amalia was asleep, but then again so was Edvard. Erzsebet awoke the next morning and walked towards Amalia's room. She smiled at the cute site that was before her. She slowly walked in, and placed a blanket over them.

Erzsebet noticed that Amalia was rather smart, she had watched her parents go to the outhouse, and use the restroom. So, Amalia assumed that she needed to use the bathroom that way as well. Amalia literally potty trained herself. Erzsebet and Edvard taught her how to walk, and her first words were of course "Dada" then "Mama." Erzsebet and Edvard were so happy to have Amalia in their lives. They couldn't stop praising her, nor could they stop spoiling her. And usually with all of that spoiling comes lots of problems in the future.

-------------------------------------------The Years Passed----------------------

Amalia was now a teenager, and in Edvard and Erzsebet's eyes, she was a lady. "We need to have the talk with our daughter, Erzsebet." Edvard stated, "Yes, how when you mess with fire, the stark comes and drops off a child. Edvard, darling, now is not the time. She is only interested in her school work, please leave at that." Erzsebet whispered, "Fine, we shall, but soon, my love. She needs to know." He whispered. "Oh, mother. Father, alas where could you be?" Amalia called out. She saw her parents coming out of a room, the parlor. "Oh, has you not slept with each other?" Erzsebet laughed, "No, this wasn't of us sleeping together, Amalia. And it would be wise to watch that mouth of yours. You could never know of who would wish to cut it out." Erzsebet smiled eerily.

"Mother, I've hear that so many times before this, and after awhile, you slowly believe that this is a soft tale that parents state, to keep their child from speaking ill with retched ideals." Amalia stated, "Ah, a smart on we have, my darling Edvard." Edvard smiled, "Alas we do. Oh, shite!" Edvard whispered, "Edvard, watch thy tongue!" Erzsebet whispered, "Forgive me, I must run into town." Amalia cocked her head to the side, "Father, may I keep you company? I get rather bored here, and I've yet been to town. Must you leave me to rot within the walls of solitude?" She asked, Erzsebet looked towards her husband, "She has been reading again." Erzsebet mustered, "Well, lets go child. We haven't a moment to waste."

Edvard and Amalia walked to the end of their porch to see their carriage. Their carriage was black with a gold detailing. They were after all rich, "Father, what has mother all bothered?" She asked, he sighed softly, "She worries about you, and of you." Amalia scoffed, "I'm a lady, father. And a lady only shows respect." Amalia smiled, as she let her black gloves brush against her blood red dress. She hummed ever so softly. "My child, are you alright? Lately you've seem rather distant." Edvard whispered, "Oh father, a lady does not speak of secrets. Nor will I share what is upon my mind. For you see, I do not wish to share what has my mind completely cloudy with darkness, and utter betrayal. Why father, that would be utterly absurd if I spoke with an ill tongue." Amalia finally looked out the window of the carriage. She sighed ever so softly, as she smiled as the scenery passed them.

Once they were in town, the driver helped Amalia out. Everyone stopped and stared. Amalia was gorgeous, she was much like a porcelain doll. She wasn't too pale, though. Her bright blue hues, and her long raven locks, made men and even women stop and turn. People murmured to each other, "Do not pay any attention to them, my child." Amalia smirked, "Oh, father." Amalia followed her father to ever shop. But things did change when she saw this gorgeous female walk in. "Who is that, father?" Edvard sighed softly, "Come with me, Amalia." They walked outside, and he looked into her eyes, "Her name is Viktoria Van Buren. And her family is rather rich. Viktoria was born in a household full of boys, so they accepted her as the way she is." Amalia looked at her father, "She is one that lusts for women, and not men." Edvard whispered.

Viktoria walked out, "Now, Mister Antebellum, you wouldn't wish to spread unwise rumors, would you?" Viktoria asked, "Why of course not, milady." Edvard quivered to the voice of Viktoria, she was actually even richer than the Antebellum's. Then again she did come from a very royal blood line, "Hmm, interesting, Mister Antebellum, you speak with an ill tongue of things you do not know, do you not?" Viktoria asked, her beautiful Hungarian accent whispered into the air. Amalia was just stunned by Viktoria's beauty. She too had black hair, but dark, deep, blue hues. She was just like an angel. Her features were just amazing. Viktoria was in a beautiful, yet expensive black dress. She wore black gloves. And even her shoes were made of the finest materials were black as well. Viktoria looked towards the female, "And who is this, Mister Antebellum?" She asked, "My daughter, Amalia." Viktoria smiled briefly, "Mister Antebellum, please tell your daughter, that it is unwise to stare. And as for you, Mister Antebellum, I would suggest keeping your lips sealed before one may cut them away. Do not test me, Mister Antebellum." Viktoria demanded, "Good day to you both." Viktoria walked to her white carriage, much like the Antebellum's carriage, she too had a gold trim design upon her's.

-----------------------------Back Home with the Antebellum's------------------------

"What was her problem?!" Amalia yelled, "Whose problem?" Erzsebet asked confused, "We ran into Viktoria Van Buren." Edvard whispered, "Did you tell her?" Edvard shook his head, and turned to Amalia, "Viktoria is the daughter of the most wealthiest family here. Her parents own every piece of land. In fact, they own our's." Edvard whispered, "She is one woman, you do not mess with. Even if she is only seventeen." Amalia's eyes wide, "She is the same age as me?!" Amalia asked, Edvard nodded, "Yes, she is." Amalia was thrown off guard.

Edvard took the next few days hoping that they didn't piss off Viktoria. Edvard jumped when he heard a knock on the door. He rose from his seat and walked to the door, "Sir, is there a Amalia Antebellum here?" He asked, "Why?! What has she done?!" Edvard was worried, "Nothing sir. Viktoria only wishes for her and her family's presence at the mansion." The male stated, "When?" Edvard asked, "Tonight. You should pack, for you'll be staying a few days." Edvard nodded, "Let me tell them, and let us get ready." He whispered.

Edvard told Erzsebet and Amalia to get ready, and once they did. The male was still there, "You'll be riding with us, sorry, Viktoria's orders." He stated, and helped the females in. Edvard and Erzsebet were worried, and as for Amalia, she was very intrigued. This was a night to remember.

Awesome as usual; I read everything in British accent, I just couldn't help it.

Hehehe thank you. And do not worry, I kept hearing them speak in a British accent as well. o.O Though Viktoria I did hear a very thick Hungarian accent. I am already in love with Viktoria And you'll see why :P

I love this already! It's great. Yeah I read it in a British accent too.

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As Edvard, Erzsebet, and Amalia approached the home. Their house was more like a castle, the place was huge. HUGE. Amalia's jaw dropped, as well as her father and mother's. "This is where we are staying?!" She asked, as she looked towards her parents, "I would assume so. I never seen a house quite this large before." Edvard whispered, as the carriage stopped they felt a weird jolt. "I guess..." Erzsebet was going to finish until they saw the man open the door, and extended his hand, "We are here, sire and ladies." The male whispered, Erzsebet took his hand, and got out. And who was there to welcome them? Count Lucian and Countess Aiyana. They were pretty much the royal family of the place. Most considered them the King and Queen of the territory. In which would make Viktoria the Princess. Soon, Edvard got out of the carriage, and then Amalia. Amalia was shocked at the house.

The mansion was made of what seemed like the finest granite. But the house wasn't. The house was white, with white and gold pillars. The house had white granite stairs. And gold upon the railings. Too the right of the house there was a beautiful horse stable. And to the left there was five other carriages. The Antebellum family were just star struck, and could speak nor could they move. Lucian coughed softly, until the family looked at him, "Welcome to our home." He stated with a soft smile, "Yes, welcome." Aiyana whispered, their Hungarian accents crisping the air. "Than..Thank you." Amalia stated, Aiyana smiled briefly. She clapped her hands a male servant came to her, and he bowed his head, "These are our honorable guests, please do make them feel at home. And give them the rooms for guests." The male bowed to the female, "Come with me, please." As Amalia walked up the stairs the Countess smiled, "If you wish to see our daughter, Viktoria she is out at the stables with her brother, Viktor." She smiled, Amalia nodded.

As they walked into the house, the foyer alone was as big as their house, "This house...IS HUGE!" Amalia exclaimed, and her voice echoed through the whole foyer. There was the grand stairs in front of them, and to the left there were three rooms. One being a music room, the next was the parlor. Then the dinning room. There was one large room to the right. The ballroom. "Please follow me." The butler stated, he walked up the stairs. Amalia watched the portraits go by. Every single on of them had different people, but she could tell the resemblance. This house was surely passed down generation after generation. He stopped before the room they called the "Crimson Room." The room was decorated in the finest things. Including sheets that seemed so expensive that would put the Antebellum's out on the streets, "This room is the largest, however, this room Viktoria made reserved for, Ms. Amalia Antebellum." Amalia walked in. She couldn't believe her eyes, "W..Wow." She whispered.

The butler took Edvard and Erzsebet to the next bedroom, in which was called the "Ice Room." Everything was decorated in a soft blue. "This is for the both of you, please enjoy. And if you need anything, do not hesitate to ask." He bowed his head and walked back to the Crimson Room, "Please, milady, follow me." The butler escorted her to the stables, were she saw a very handsome man, Viktor. He had very strong features. Black short locks, more like a little shaggy. And she could see the deep blue hues. She slowly walked over, but before she could step any closer, that soothing Angelic voice, like a whisper in the wind spoke, "Ah, well, Lady Amalia Antebellum, has finally arrived." Viktoria turned around, her hues were a soft honey suckle, which had Amalia wanting to walk towards her and kiss her. But she stayed there, "Dear brother, shall you and I go for a long ride, soon?" Viktor smiled, "Of course, my dear sister. I shall get Shadow and Angel ready."

Viktoria walked towards Amalia, "Forgive my behavior a few days before, I was a little, hmm how to put this in simple words, that a noble as yourself would understand. I was under difficult circumstances, or in other words, rather tired." Viktoria smirked as she watched Amalia glare at her, "Is that anyway to look at someone of whom is putting up with you for the next three days?! After all you are MY guest, not the family's. But of my own. It would be wise for the next three days, you shall speak of the highest praise, and your eyes to stay calm. When you return to your shack of home, you can speak ill of me all you wish. But as of now, if you do not wish to be upon the streets, you'll be a good little girl, and listen to me." Viktoria spat out, Amalia coward to the harsh words of Viktoria. Viktor galloped back to them on Angel. Shadow was Viktoria's horse, and her's alone. Anyone caught riding her house, immediately had their fingers cut off. Viktoria slowly mounted her horse, and of course road side saddle. After all she was a lady.

"I shall return, until I've returned be a wise lady, and keep your lips sealed." Amalia nodded, as Viktoria road off, Viktor stopped and looked towards her, "I would do as she says, she alas in the eldest of the siblings, and has the higher power above us all." Viktor smiled, "Wait, siblings?" She asked, Viktor smiled, "There is five of us. Four boys, and one girl. And Viktoria, we listen to her." Viktor smirked, as he road off. Amalia was shocked, she knew women during this time, had to bow to man, instead the family bowed to Viktoria. She was caught off guard. Viktor had finally caught up to Viktoria, of whom wasn't pleased.

"Oh, dear brother. She watched him dismount, and then so did she. She immediately rose her dress a little bit, to make sure the dress didn't curse the ground, "You have no right to talk to the peasant! Do I make myself clear?!" Viktoria hissed, "Yes, sister." Viktor looked away, "I am the eldest, and the only one that..." Viktoria paused, "Well, you know." Viktoria whispered, as she walked towards the bench in front of the lake, "Sister, you mustn't be so hard upon thyself. For that will give your wrinkles." Viktoria rolled her eyes, "I can never get those, and you know it." Viktor nodded, joking with Viktoria when she absolutely pissed off, was never a good idea.

----------------------------------That Night During Dinner------------------------

Lucian, Aiyana, Viktor, Kraven, Marcus, Lestat, and Viktoria sat with the Antebellum family. Viktoria's blue hues scanned the room, and she heard them speak. "Viktoria." She heard her father's voice, "Yes, father?" Viktoria replied, "Do you deny your dinner? You have yet to take a bite." Lucian stated, "Forgive me, father. The sun must have gotten to me. I was a little out of my mind." Viktoria looked at the food in disgust. But ate the food anyway. Lucian and Aiyana looked at each other in concern. Viktoria's brothers ate silently. Viktoria looked up saw their wives walk in, "Ah, yes. The Antebellum family let me introduce you too, Annabella she is Lucian's wife. Marcia, Lestat's wife. Eva, Marcus's wife. And last but not least, Natalia, Viktor's wife." Viktoria made everyone rise as their wives walked in. Once they had seated, everyone else sat. Viktoria gulped hard, "Forgive me, but I shall return." Viktoria quickly arose, and walked out in a rather fast pace.

Once outside, and near the elegant outhouse. She walked in and threw up her dinner. Viktoria gasped as she spat, "Disgusting." She whispered, her mother walked over to her, "I know, but we had to make you eat, for..." Viktoria stopped her, "I'm sorry, mother." Aiyana hugged her daughter, "Do not apologize what you can not control." Aiyana walked her back into the house, were her plate was removed, and a glass of wine was placed there instead. "Forgive my, rudeness." Everyone bowed their head, in saying apology accepted. Once dinner was over, everyone rose and went into the parlor. But Viktoria, Lucian, and Aiyana stayed. Viktoria asked for another glass of wine, "We shouldn't have our guests waiting, father." Lucian nodded.

When Lucian and Aiyana entered the parlor, everyone stay seated. However, when Viktoria walked in, everyone rose, "You may be seated." Viktoria walked towards the only chair that was not to be sat in, only by her. "How was everyone's dinner?" She asked, everyone began to speak, saying the dinner was delicious. Amalia was worried, "Are you alright, milady?" She asked, Viktoria looked towards her, "Quite well. When I ride, I usually get sick from eating. The sun, does bother me so." Amalia nodded towards Viktoria's words. Viktoria rolled her eyes. Everyone talked, joked and laughed. But people were noticing that Viktoria had five glasses of wine, and yet wasn't drunk.

----------------------------------Later That Night---------------------------------

When everyone was asleep, Viktoria was still awake. She sat in the parlor, with a book in one hand, and a wine glass in the other. She could hear the flickering of the flames, which provided enough light so she could see her book. Amalia had gotten up, to get a glass of water. She looked towards the parlor, that was lit. She slowly opened the doors and saw the Angelic woman, Viktoria immediately shut the book, "Who dares disturb me?" She asked in a hiss, "I'm sorry...I was..." Amalia couldn't get out her words, "Why it isn't, Amalia Antebellum. You've got a lot of nerve to even walk into a room that is not of your own." Viktoria arose from her seat, and walked towards Amalia. She grabbed her by the wrist, and dragged her into the room. Viktoria shut the doors quietly.

"I suppose, I should teach you a lesson." Viktoria whispered, she grabbed Amalia by both wrists now, and slammed them against the wall. Amalia struggled, Viktoria just grinned, as she leaned in, and kissed Amalia upon the lips. Amalia's eyes widen, and to only too struggle more. Viktoria didn't stop, her tongue slowly entered Amalia's mouth. Amalia by this time was returning the kiss. Her knees went on her. Viktoria of course didn't stop. She in deed continue. Once Viktoria was done, she picked up Amalia and took Amalia back to her guest room. Viktoria was shocked at how willing Amalia was.

As Viktoria headed back down the stairs, she was stopped by her mother and father. "Viktoria...How could you?!" Lucian asked, Aiyana grabbed her husband's arm, "Not here." She whispered. They all headed to the kitchen. Viktoria just grinned.

"Viktoria, you mustn't expose yourself! You know that you have...Royal Bloodline." Her mother put quotations around the "Royal Bloodline." Viktoria just smirked, "Oh of course mother. I remember! After all, you are the one who put this utter damned curse upon me!" Lucian snarled, "That is no way for a lady to speak!" Viktoria laughed, "Oh, father, if only I was a lady." Lucian sighed, "And after all, father. I am the only one with this "Royal Bloodline." You had to present this wonderful bloodline to the sons. Didn't you?" Viktoria asked, "What was the deal that you asked for, anyway? Oh yes, I remember, for a birth of a daughter. You, your wife, and your daughter shall be cursed! And if you so choose to curse those all around you, you can! Well, guess what you vile man, you've cursed everyone! Included your son's wives."

Viktoria was now more than pissed, "You should hold your tongue, father. Or I will have no other choice to cut your tongue out. Do I make myself clear?" Her father didn't speak, "Do I make myself clear?!" She asked again, and walked to her father, and gripped his ear, and began to pull. Slowly making his ear bleed from the skin ripping, "Yes, yes!" He exclaimed, Viktoria released. "This is what you get for cursing me! I'll never a normal life." Viktoria rolled her eyes. Aiyana lowered her eyes, "We wanted a daughter, and I was told I couldn't bare children. So, when I was granted a daughter. We made a deal. And then we were able to have sons. But they would never be cursed." Viktoria scoffed, "Never make me eat dinner again, is that understood?" Viktoria asked, "Yes." Aiyana whispered.

Aiyana sighed, "I am sorry, that you are stuck with this life. A life stuck as a....." Aiyana was cut off. Viktoria didn't even look at her mother, she knew exactly what she was going to say. Viktoria immediately walked out of the room. And down the hall to the parlor. Lucian looked towards Aiyana, then walked to her, and hugged her tightly.

--------------------------------The Next Morning-------------------------------

Viktoria had already taken off with her horse. Amalia finally awoke. She couldn't stop thinking about last night, she slowly let her fingers roll over her lips. She slowly walked down the stairs, the butler greeted her, "Breakfast is served, milady. Bon Appetite." He said with a smile, "Where is Viktoria?" Amalia asked, "Ah, Lady Viktoria out for a bit, I am sure she will return shortly." He stated, Amalia nodded, and walked to the dining room. Amalia was wondering if Viktoria was alright. And her parents seemed to have concern. In fact when they looked at Amalia, and whispered.

What was going on? And where was Viktoria? Amalia was reeling in questions, questions that would be answered soon. Maybe.

@Hladgunnr: Thank you. I'm glad that you are enjoying it I was listening to "Ave Maria" and I began to write, and this is what popped out.

Ooh, vampires. Hungarian vampires, no less. It reminds me of that Hungarian woman, Elizabeth Bathory, who used to bath in the blood of virgins, or so they say.

*Covers up your mouth* Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Viktoria has that mentality. Just doesn't go that far. And I've read a lot up on Erzsebet Bathory. And she did. She even drank their blood. Giving her the name: The Blood Countess, in fact she was known as the FIRST Countess o.o!

And I thought I was the only one who read about her! I'm really enjoying the story by the way.

Oh no, when I watched "Stay Alive" and they brought her up. I went on a hunt and read up on her. I was shocked about this woman. So, yeah. And I'm glad that you are enjoying yourself, Hladgunnr. I am glad that my stories are keeping you and The Creeper entertained :D

Man I cannot stop pacing for ANY of your stories. I read about the women in Oh Yikes! That women just creeps me out like Peter Pan. (He's scary. Come on kids! Let me sprinkle some magic powder on your heads. It's totally not poisonous!)

Hladgunnr, I am really happy that these stories are putting you on the edge of your seat. It makes me know that my stories are really good :D

Your welcome!

Its official I can't stop writing. I'll be having an update for this story soon. Because I gotta be a biotch. I have to really think like Viktoria o.O And for some reason listening too Ave Maria, really puts me in the mood to write this story.

Wow, you needed confirmation for that? They're freakin' awesome.

Heheheh, thank you, The Creeper it means a lot ^.^


I am awesome :D

And modest, too.

^Is that a good or a bad thing, The Creeper?

^Good, I suppose. I can't even try to be modest, so it's not that bad. :D

I see. I guess when someone does give me a compliment, I slow to realize it in a way. Seriously, I am also oblivious to a lot of things. Such as someone having feelings for me, I had a friend that liked me A LOT, and I didn't even know even though she shooting out signals left and right.

I hate it when that happens. I usually find out about it wayyy after they have already got over me.

I know! Its the same with me. I remember my friend said this to me:

"You know I liked you, right? And yet you got with someone else. So I ended up moving on."

I was like...DAMMIT!

Because I really liked her, and the girl that supposedly "liked" me, used me to no end A woe is us

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Amalia had been walking the grounds hoping to see the woman that had taken away her most precious gift. Amalia hummed softly. As Amalia slowly looked up from the ground, she saw a woman riding a beautiful black steed. Surely enough the woman was Viktoria, Amalia's face lit up, Viktoria rolled her eyes as she rode up to her, "Can I help you?" Viktoria asked, without getting off her horse, "Forgive me, Vikt..." She was immediately cut off, "To you, you'll address me as Viktoria Van Buren or Lady Van Buren. Nothing of any other sort, do I make myself clear?" Viktoria spat, "My apologies, Lady Van Buren. I was quite worried about you." Viktoria glared to Amalia's words, "I am not weak unlike you. Feelings only get your tied up into a web that you'll shall never break free from. Do not worry your little head, Amalia. For I am well. And my well being doesn't concern you, anyway." Viktoria snarled. She rode off, and Viktor sighed as he rode up too Amalia who now was crying.

"What have I done to her?" She asked, "She has too much pride, after all..." He stopped, "After all what?" Amalia asked, "She holds the most power in our family. So, she can be prideful." He whispered, then rode off riding after Viktoria. Viktor knew of Viktoria's secret, more like dark side. She was the only pure blood of the family. Then again, Viktor's parents were different from Viktoria's. Viktor's parent were once, well, human. Until in a blood frenzy, Viktoria ended up changing them. Viktoria, is the Grand Vampire.

Viktoria slowly stopped by the lake, and dismounted from her horse, "Thank you." She whispered to Shadow, "Viktoria! Viktoria!" She turned to see her brother, "Yes, and what do you want?" She asked, with a soft hiss, "You do realize, Amalia is worried of you?" He asked, "And is it any of hers or anyone's concern to worry about me?! I can handle myself. I saved your ass, so many times, dear brother. It is time, you look at me, ten times stronger than you. And resume your position in the family, as a brother, not a bloody father. Do you understand?" She asked, Viktor didn't speak a word, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" She demanded, Viktor nodded, "Yes, sister." Viktoria smiled and walked to her brother and rested her hands upon his cheeks. Her hands were so cold against his, somewhat warm skin, "You got luck, dear brother. Warm skin over cold. But that is what I get for having such a icy heart." She mustered. Viktoria sighed ever so softly.

"I do not get it, why not marry?" Viktor suggested, "Oh, let me see. I would pass down my horrid genes, not to mention, I can not bite the one I love. Was it not I, who gave you immortality?! Was it not I, who gave your wife immortality?! Was it not I, who gave our family a new happy life, not only in wealth but in health as well?!" Viktoria asked, then she sighed once again, "And yet, I, can not even change someone I love. To be stuck with a life with sorrow and misery. That is my parents asked of me." Viktor shook his head, "No..." Viktor was then cut off, "Do we have the same parents? Why of course not, dear brother. For you were not forsaken. However, I had given upon you, a forsaken life. You could never see. But yet, you begged for this. But you and your brothers, and parents. Had gotten off lucky, the ability to satisfy one's thirst with one simple glass of, wine. And you are able to eat food. And what must I eat? Nothing. What must I drink to satisfy just a small portion of my thirst? Eight glasses of wine. I thirst even now." Viktoria stated with her luscious Hungarian accent.

"Then shall we hunt tonight, dear sister?" Viktor asked, "Yes. I suppose we shall. I do want the brothers to come as well. We shall not go without them." Viktoria stated, as she mounted her house, and positioned herself side saddle, "Oh brother, one more thing. If I hear that you've been speaking to MY guest one more time. I suppose we will see what happens when a Vampire gets tortured to were their wounds do not heal right away, and they beg to the mercy of death. But that mercy shall never come. Do I make myself clear, brother?" Viktor nodded, "Good, then have a well spent day." She whispered as she rode off. Viktoria was not the woman people thought she was.


-----------------------------------Viktoria's Childhood-----------------------------

Viktoria was born in 1350, were the Bubonic Plague was happening. People were scared, and dying. Her true mother was named, Bianka and her father's name was, Akos. They were rich and a prominent family. With everything literally handed to them upon a silver platter. They were both of the Royal Bloodline, Vampires in other words. They didn't live their lives in hiding, however, the rather embrace who they truly were. No one ever messed with the Van Buren's because they knew if they did, consequences were great. And they didn't care of whom they hurt, maimed, or killed. A lot of people had tried hurting them, but could never succeed.

Nine months before Viktoria was born, Bianka woke up not feeling too well. She looked to Akos, "Akos, my darling. I do believe that we are of child." Akos's eyes went wide, "Is this even possible? We were told we wouldn't have a child." Bianka sighed, "Akos, I am with child. But I will say that this may be our only child. I wish to give this child everything that would only seem like in a dream, my love." Akos nodded, "Then we shall give our child everything." Akos smiled as he walked to his wife, and rubbed her cheek ever so softly, "What shall we name the child?" Bianka leaned into her husband's hand, "If we have a daughter, I wish to call her Viktoria." Bianka smiled, "And what of a boy?" Akos asked, "If of a boy, I wish to call him Marcell." Akos smiled, "Then those shall be their names." Akos hugged his wife.

During the months, Akos and Bianka would speak to their unborn child. They would even sing their child. They were loving parents even when the child was not yet born. But on October 31st, Bianka screamed in agony, as she giving into labor, "AKOS! AKOS! COME QUICK!" She screamed, Akos looked at his wife, and scared for the doctor that literally lived with them. He ran in, and walked over to Bianka, "Keep breathing." Bianka did just that, she was breathing hard. Akos held onto his wife's hand, "If you need too, squeeze my hand." And Bianka did multiple times. Bianka was close to passing out. She grunted loudly, and a scream echoed the room, then a soft cry. The doctor was holding the baby, "Congratulations, you have given birth to a little girl." Bianka cried, and she was handed the baby once she was cleaned, "Oh, darling look. Look at how beautiful she is." Akos leaned over and saw his daughter, "Viktoria, our precious Viktoria."

Years had passed, Viktoria was now seven, she was smart, knew fourteen different languages. Including sign language. She even knew how to play what most would call a piano. She even wrote her own pieces. She was very smart, and had a very wealthy childhood. She was granted anything, and everything she ever dreamed of, so yes, she was a spoiled little brat. But though she was spoiled she did have good morals. She would give money the people who were less fortunate than herself. Viktoria was sweet, when she was young.

By she was twenty-one. People were noticing something rather odd about the Van Buren's, they were not aging at all. They decided to run, and go into hiding. Years had passed, more or less a hundred and fifty-three years. Bianka knew that Viktoria couldn't stay in hiding forever. Bianka had found a poor family, "We will give you everything you desire, money, a house. Everything. But I ask of only one thing. Please, take care of my daughter. And you'll have the name, Van Buren. Please, this I ask of you." She looked towards the father, Lucian, "We will do this. Just please help us." Bianka nodded, as she handed them a key to her home, "Please take this." Bianka smiled towards her daughter, "My daughter, is only of the age of seventeen." Bianka lied, "She would be the eldest of my children." He stated, Bianka smiled, "For you see, Viktor will be seventeen. Kraven is of sixteen and his twin brother Marcus. And Lestat is thirteen." Lucian stated, Bianka looked towards her daughter, "Please, my child go with them." Viktoria's heart broke, "But what of you and father?" Viktoria asked.

Soon Viktoria saw three men surround her parents. Lucian held her back. "Ah, if it isn't the Van Buren's." Bianka scoffed, "We are not of the Van Buren's, that was a fake name we gave ourselves. They are the Van Buren's. We are the Chevaliers." She stated, "Well, what comes may, will be upon your lies." Bianka rolled her eyes. The man walked over too Bianka, she slowly took in a deep breath. Viktoria watched with wide eyes. The male grabbed Bianka by the throat, and twisted fast and broke her neck. He then decapitated Bianka. "Mother..." Viktoria whispered, as tears rolled down her cheeks. And they did the same with her father, right before her eyes. The men walked over to the family, "You best not tell anyone of this, or you will be next." Lucian nodded and looked to his new daughter, then to his wife Aiyana. "I am..." Viktoria cut Aiyana off, "Please do not say it." Viktoria slowly stood, and walked to her mother and father's body, "Mother, thank you for the best years of my life, and taking care of me. And thank you for nurturing me, and keeping me brave. I love you, mother. And always will." Viktoria slowly turned her head towards her father, "Father, thank you for also bringing the best years of my life. And taking care of me. And thank you for giving me a shoulder to cry on. I love you, father. And always will." Viktoria whispered, she crumbled to her knees, as she rested her face into her cupped hands, and began to cry hard.

Aiyana watched this and looked towards Lucian. "Poor girl." Lucian nodded, and let her be. Aiyana slowly walked towards her, and rested her hand upon her shoulder, "I am here for you." Viktoria nodded, and in a faint whisper Aiyana heard, "Thank you." Viktoria had an amazing childhood.

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Viktoria was standing on the balcony and looked over her land. Tears were now hitting the railing. She couldn't believe that only two years ago she lost her parents. When Viktoria gave her new family a gift of immortal lives, she managed to erase that memory of her parents but what she didn't erase was the fact she was the sole owner of this land, and no one else. So, they did believe that she was born into their family. But she is four hundred and fifty-five years older than them. Viktoria didn't care. She was rich. And a royal bitch. Viktoria slowly took in a deep breath, and head down the stairs. She looked towards the maids, "Please get there belongings together. They leave in an hour." The maids nodded, and in unison they said, "Yes, Lady Van Buren." They all went there separate ways.

Edvard walked towards Viktoria, "Milady, why must we leave? Why can we not stay for a few more days? Please, my daughter loves being here. And it is not too often that we get to be in the grace of you, Madam Van Buren." Viktoria stared coldly towards the male, "If..." She cut off Edvard, "I suppose, that you may stay for the remainder of the week, however, Mister Antebellum, you must leave. And never return. For this home is of that of invites only. You're lucky that I even chose you and your family to come." Viktoria began to walk away, "Thank you, milady." He bowed, "That is all." She whispered, Edvard was about to say something else, "That is all." Viktoria repeated, and walked away completely.

Viktoria walked towards one of the maids, "Bring their belongings back to their rooms, if you would. For they shall be staying with us for an addition of four more days." The maid bowed her head, and walked away. Viktoria walked back outside, with a gentle sigh. She looked over at the stables and saw Amalia admiring the horses. But horse she didn't dare touch was Shadow, however, she looked towards the beautiful steed. Viktoria made her way to the stables, "He is gorgeous, is he not?" Amalia jumped to Viktoria's words, "Yes, quite." Viktoria smiled ever so softly. "You and your family are staying for an additional four more days, does this bother you?" She asked, Amalia shook her head slowly, "No Vi...I mean, Lady Van Buren." Viktoria looked towards Amalia.

"Amalia, thank you." Amalia tilted her head, "For what?" Viktoria smiled, "For not pulling back." Amalia blushed, "Do..Do you still think of that day?" She asked, Viktoria went to the doors, and slowly shut them, "Yes." Viktoria approached Amalia, and softly pressed her lips against Amalia's. Amalia slowly let her arms slinky around Viktoria's neck, she slowly lowered Amalia against the hay. Viktoria slowly deepened the kiss, Amalia's fingers were intertwined into Viktoria's hair. Viktoria felt her body heat up, as if that was even possible. Amalia felt her body heat up. Viktoria and Amalia soon were making love within the stables.

----------------------------------A Day Later------------------------------

Amalia was noticing she was starting to grow feelings for, Viktoria. Viktoria slowly rode out of the stables with: Viktor, Kraven, Marcus, and Lestat. Amalia happened to be there. She saw a gun in each other their hands. "Uhm, Lady Van Buren..." Viktoria glared, "My dearest child, please return inside, for we are about to go hunting." Viktoria stated, as they rode off.

Amalia was confused, what exactly were they going to go hunt at almost eight o'clock at night.

Or... whom. *laughs evilly*

Love the story so far. I knew she was a vampire. I just knew it.

o.o Ahem, *hides from the evil laughter*

You were right You sort of said it earlier, and I was like:

"Damn, she already knows. Well, like foo."

But yes, whom. :P