by Kimberly Kmita

Created on: August 25, 2010

Every hundred years, the King and Queen of our kind, would host a large gathering of the vampires. The only way to attend is through an invitation. It was a hundred years ago in 1790 that a gathering was held and this year there was to be another.

Alexander received word we had been invited. I was excited. Alexander had met the King and Queen before, but I had not. It was to be held at their castle in Transylvania. We began our journey immediately.

The castle was enormous. From the outside, this castle looked like all the others, however, it was far from that. There were numerous underground chambers that had been built for the King and Queen.

Our private underground chamber looked the same as any bed chamber would with a huge bed in the middle of the wall. The only difference was the lack of light. It was nice for a change to sleep in a luxurious bed instead of a coffin, crypt or deep beneath the earth.

When we woke the night of, vampire guests were preparing for the festivities. A tingle of excitement went through me. After dressing, I took a look at myself and was pleased. The deep red of my dress was the color of fresh blood. The dress was tight fitting with a smooth flared skirt. There was no bustle, but a back frill with a long train. Worn off the shoulders, the smooth skin of my shoulders was bare. The front of the bodice dipped low to expose the top of my breasts. My hair was worn up on my head with ringlets falling loose at my temples.

“Sofia, you look radiant,” Alexander growled softly and kissed my neck.

Alexander was dressed in an ink black frock jacket with tails, complimented by a white dress shirt that had a high starched collar. His long curly blond hair was pulled neatly back into a ponytail secured with a black velvet bow and black top hat.

“You look so striking Alexander,” and he smiled.

Winding my arm in his, we headed to the festivities. Outside the great hall, many had congregated. Alexander and I knew a few through our travels. There was Pierre from France, Rudolph and Claudia from Austria and Oliver from England.

After mingling with our friends and meeting new vampires, I caught a scent of something that puzzled me. I whispered to Alexander, “There are mortals here.”

“The King and Queen have brought them here.”

“Do they know what we are?”

“Some do, some don’t.”

I could hear the blood pumping through their veins. It made me famished. Just as I was about to question

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