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Vivian's worn suitcase hit the floor of the Vienna International Airport with a thud, its contents a jumble of books, clothes, and treasured mementos from her past expeditions. The humid air clung to her skin as she stepped out of the terminal, her gaze drawn to the unfamiliar cityscape before her. Towering Gothic spires and grand, ornate buildings stood testament to the centuries of history that permeated the very essence of Vienna.This prestigious university had extended an invitation she couldn't refuse; an opportunity to deliver keynote lectures on the latest findings in her field of anthropological studies.
Little did she know that the esteemed institution harbored secrets of its own, ones that would navigate the labyrinth of cobblestone streets, the weight of her research and the promise of new discoveries propelled Vivian forward. The past few years had been a whirlwind of academic triumphs and personal struggles, but the allure of uncovering the mysteries of human behavior kept her driven and focused.
As the aircraft's wheels finally kissed the runway, a wave of relief washed over Vivian. The grueling journey from New York to Vienna was nearly over, and she could already imagine the refreshing shower and comfortable hotel room that awaited her. The driver, already at the ready, efficiently collected her luggage and guided her to the car. After the smooth ride into the city arriving at her hotel, Vivian changed into a crisp blouse and tailored slacks, the perfect attire for making a strong first impression at the conference.
To calm her suddenly jittery nerves, she sipped a glass of rich, full-bodied red wine. It had been a long time since she felt this level of anxiety - not since the devastating loss of her father just a few years prior. A strange, unshakable sensation took up residence in her chest, a feeling she had been so determined to ignore in the wake of her grief. But now, as she prepared to deliver the keynote lectures she had spent months meticulously preparing for, the hunch in her chest would not be dismissed. Vivian tried to push the inexplicable unease from her mind, focusing instead on the momentous occasion before her.
As Vivian gazed upon the Agatha Institution, her eyes widened in awe at the grandiose Gothic architecture that rose before her like a testament to the prestige and rich history it held. Only the most privileged students, offspring of influential officials, politicians, and intellectuals, were granted the opportunity to walk these hallowed halls, their minds shaped by the institution's rigorous curriculum in arts, politics, criminology, science, and the complex tapestry of human history.The labyrinthine corridors were a marvel of marble and meticulously carved stone, the intricate details a feast for the eyes and a reminder of the centuries of accumulated knowledge that resided within every ancient wall. As Vivian and her escort ventured deeper into the institution, the very air seemed to hum with the weight of wisdom and power, its storied past whispering through the ornate carvings and polished surfaces.Larissa Hale, the imposing rector and partner of the institution, emerged from the throng of staff and students to greet Vivian warmly.
Larissa Hale, the principal and partner of the institution gave a cordial welcome to Vivían, who was shown to the conference room where the lecture will be presented, the room fully organized with the maximum capacity of students attending the anthropologist's research presentation.
The stunning rector who is much taller than Vivian opens the event with a welcoming introduction.
"Please welcome Ms. Setterberg, one of the greatest researchers of human behavior defined from a unique perspective, her new studies have had a great significance for modern science. It is for us a real pleasure to have her in our institution, and taking advantage that we are celebrating 30 years since we opened the museum with the help of students and teachers, we are sure that her knowledge will be of great motivation for the new generations".
Vivían smiles graciously at the introduction she receives and proceeds to introduce herself, along with her latest research, and book on the discovery of new human DNA and how it has connected to ancient civilizations and even to alien components of other as yet undiscovered civilizations.
As Vivian's voice filled the conference room, her eyes inevitably locked onto a captivating young redhead seated at the front of the audience. Her porcelain skin and striking features seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights, drawing her gaze like a magnet. She listened intently, her eyes flicking up to meet hers as she scribbled notes on her pad, the movement of her slender fingers mesmerizing her.
But it wasn't just her focused attention that held her spellbound, the intelligent questions she posed, probing deeper into her research, only served to intensify the older women's fascination. Vivian's responses flowed effortlessly, her voice carrying the weight of her expertise as she addressed the other inquiries. Yet, despite the sea of faces before her, her attention remained fixed on the radiant redhead, drinking in the sight of her delicate profile and the tantalizing curve of her lips as she concentrated on her words. Her presence seemed to fill the room, an unspoken allure that Vivian found herself helpless to resist, her mind wandering to the forbidden possibilities that lay hidden beneath her polished exterior.
As Vivian's lecture drew to a close, a cluster of eager students and faculty members converged around her, their faces alight with curiosity and enthusiasm. They bombarded her with questions, their voices a lively symphony of academic inquiry that Vivian eagerly answered, her responses weaving a spell of intellectual fascination. Amidst the throng, the striking redhead with porcelain skin and perfect features remained engaged in a captivating conversation with Larissa Hale, the institution's principal. Their animated discussion seemed to pulse with an undercurrent of something more, their body language speaking volumes of unspoken understanding. As the last of the inquiring minds were sated and the crowd began to disperse, the young woman's gaze finally drifted to Vivian. With a confident stride, she made her way through the dwindling sea of people, her eyes never leaving hers until she stood before her, her proximity sending a thrill through her veins for some strange reason. The air was heavy with anticipation, the space between them charged with the promise of something new and illicit.
The captivating beauty was dressed in well-fitting uniform clothing and the hint of Gothic flair to her makeup fit her look perfectly as she approached Vivian during the break between speakers at the last lecture being held at old Symphony Hall.
“Good afternoon Vivian, nice to meet you, my name is Elizabeth Von Marburg, student and leader of the reading research committee at the institution. I was part of the organization of this event. I am fascinated about your theories of connection of space and time being one of the key elements involved in the old ways old cultures communicated. It reminds me of the investigations between alchemy and ancient and modern science that encourage the study of supernatural beings, or that belong to legends, but beyond fantasy, reality hides many edges that humans are unaware of.
I would be most interested in sharing my theories on such matters in a more indepth way than possible speaking to a crowd for forty minutes. I would be most delighted if you would join me for a lunch date. We could leave here for a quaint little Cafe where they serve the most delicious meals of a broad range and would surely have something you would like. Maybe even a slice of what people in America call Pizza? I hear they have one with the best olives, mushrooms and cheese dishes you have ever tasted”
The invitation delighted the older woman who happened to love pizza with olives and mushrooms most of all.
Holding out her hand the young woman took Vivian’s hand in both of hers in a gente but electric greeting and held it.
“It’s a delight to listen to your well presented ideas Elizabeth and yes thank you I would be delighted to talk more on them over a nice lunch when this is over today. I can also expand my theories and would like your feedback on my latest research of old books in the Houten Library. “
“Wonderful Vivian, then it's a date. We can meet at the East entrance after the last speaker” —She said as she looked in that direction. The hand rung bell marked the end of the break and the women parted ways with plans that excited both of them for different reasons.
While Vivian was refreshing herself, she noticed an elegant woman getting out of a limousine, she stopped for a moment to talk to Elizabeth and then both women got into the car.
Vivian paused for a moment to survey the scene unfolding outside. An elegant woman, her attire exuding sophistication and wealth, emerged from the waiting limousine. Her curiosity was piqued as she watched the two women engage in a brief conversation, their words lost to the din of the city. The red-haired beauty, now Vivian's focal point, followed the stylish woman back into the sleek vehicle.
Two hours dragged by with Vivian's anticipation mounting, her mind replaying the captivating redhead's features and the tantalizing prospect of their impending encounter. Finally arriving at the designated location, Vivian's heart raced as she scanned the surroundings for her mysterious companion. Her gaze locked onto the same elegant limousine that had brought the young woman to her earlier. With a nervous thrill, Vivian watched as the passenger door swung open, and the radiant redhead stepped out onto the pavement, accompanied once more by her enigmatic guardian.
Vivian felt almost underdressed compared to Elizabeth's beautiful ornate long flowing dress with vivid colors and laced bodice. She was not used to seeing the beautiful Victorian-era clothing worn on the street. She was starting to see the young red-haired beauty was not the average woman. She felt a magnetic pull tickling her primal brain but tried to dismiss it as an attraction to her beauty and respect for her clear sharp mind.
As the older woman who accompanied Elizabeth left to talk to other people at one of the tables, the girl approached the meeting place with Vivian to keep her date. Vivian was intrigued to know who the other woman was.
Seated in the shade of the tall gothic building in the old part of town was like being in a romance novel setting. Vivian watched the grace as the stunning young woman tucked her long flowing dress under her well-shaped bottom to gently take her seat across the table.
Elizabeth gilded effortlessly into her seat, her emerald eyes sparkling as she greeted Vivian with a gracious kiss on her hand. "Good evening, Vivian," she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. "Please, do forgive my tardiness. I was seeing my mother through some pressing matters, a rarity for us, indeed." Her lips curled into a playful smile as she settled into her chair, the crimson dress clinging to her curves like a second skin.Vivian's eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned her warm smile. "No need to apologize, Elizabeth. I quite enjoyed the view myself." She gestured vaguely towards the bustling place, but her gaze never strayed from the enchanting redhead. She raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued by her casual remark.
"And just what view were you admiring, Vivian? The patrons, perhaps, or the décor?"— Her tone was light, but beneath the surface, a current of curiosity rippled.Vivian leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "None of the above, Elizabeth. I was simply waiting for the most captivating woman in the room to arrive.”
The women stare at each other for a while and Vivian breaks the silence.
The conversation turned to the theories Vivian was wanting to learn more about and one of the subjects she had heard Elizabeth expound on during her time at the lectern.
"I took the audacity to visit the academy library to look at some of your publications. Let me tell you that I am pleasantly surprised that at such a tender age you have made such profound and interesting writings that undoubtedly tie in very much with my latest publication.
I particularly note your important points regarding metaphysics, alchemy, connected with energy vampirism and its implications and applications in Army experiments even, but your treatises seem very ancient, precisely what I have always wanted to touch upon."
Elizabeth listens attentively with a hand on her chin nodding with a relaxed expression. At that moment they are interrupted by the waiter, who already knows Elizabeth.
"Good evening Miss con Marburg, it is as always a pleasure to have you here with us, what can I offer you to eat or drink?"
"I'd like something to drink, you know, the usual, and for later mushroom pizza" — replies Elizabeth while the waiter nods his head and then turns to Vivian.
"And what would you like to eat madam?"
"Oh just red wine for now, and pizza as well thank you!"
As the unwelcome waiter withdraws, Vivian continues with the constructive criticism found in Elizabeth's report.
“Elizabeth, you talked of how some believe the power skips a generation to avoid conflict between mother and daughters when it comes to vampirism and it is not the same for witchcraft do you follow the theory the daughters become food stock in a reverse of a baby nursing from the mother and becomes the mother feeding from her infant daughters blood and if so does it create some kind of loop of the mother breast feeding her baby and the baby giving that energy back to her mother in her blood she takes small drinks of from her child. What is it that is exchanged?”
A few minutes passed as the waiter arrived with the drinks and quickly departed.
Elizabeth leaned toward her slightly with her confident voice, but intriguing tonality as if sharing a dark secret.
"Ah, the theory of daughters becoming fodder for witchcraft, how intriguing." She paused and her emerald eyes twinkled mischievously. "As a descendant of a long line of important people I can assure you it's not just a myth. Power may be passed from generation to generation, but it's not always a direct progression from mother to daughter." Her gaze wandered, as if evoking a distant memory. "In the particular case of my family, we have observed a kind of inversion. The eldest daughter, upon reaching a certain maturity, begins to nourish the eternal life force of her mother, just as a baby feeds on the milk of its progenitor..."
She traced the rim of her champagne glass with a finger, and the glass caught the faint light. "This feeding dynamic creates a fascinating feedback loop. The mother's vital essence is replenished, while the daughter absorbs the accumulated wisdom, power and experience of her lineage. In reality, it is a symbiotic relationship: the daughter becomes the mother's sustenance, while the mother acts as her pupil, guiding her in the arcane arts."
Elizabeth's smile widened, revealing a hint of fang before she took the cup to take a sip of her strange drink.
Vivian thought she was hallucinating due to fatigue and tried to ignore this detail. Elizabeth adds next;
“I can say that this theory is not to be taken lightly, it takes a long time to research, and of course I can verify it, I don't like to speak without foundation. I am grateful for the great wisdom imparted by my paternal grandmother, Evangeline”
At this last, the young woman sighs thoughtfully.
Vivian was not only attracted by the young woman's face and energy but also by her thick British English and Hungarian accent.
“Well that is very enlightening and impressive information indeed” Vivian replies. She wants to explore what more the young beauty can help her understand.
“I have another point I'd like to discuss. When it comes to the idea that part of the theory suggest that self made vampires are little more than extra talented witches do you agree with her premise that ability for a witch of today's time will never gain enough power and knowledge to make it beyond the halfway point in self-turning and would need the aid of coven or matriarch to make it all the way to full vampire?”
Elizabeth's gaze sharpened as Vivian posed the question, her interest piqued by the depth of the inquiry. "An excellent point, Vivian. The notion that self-made vampires are essentially powerful witches who've reached a plateau is a theory I've considered at length." She steepled her fingers, her brow furrowing in thought.
"While I agree that the sheer magnitude of magical knowledge and raw energy required to turn oneself into a full-fledged vampire is a monumental task, I'm not entirely convinced it necessitates external assistance from a coven or matriarch."Her eyes sparkled with a hint of challenge as she continued, "In today's world, we're seeing a rise in individuals with extraordinary aptitudes and a hunger for knowledge that transcends the boundaries of what's traditionally thought possible." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"With the right combination of innate talent, studious dedication, and perhaps a dash of good fortune or...otherworldly influence, I believe it's conceivable for a modern witch to push past the halfway mark and achieve full vampire status through their own efforts." —Elizabeth's smile was enigmatic, hinting at secrets yet to be uncovered.
After absorbing Elizabeth’s well formed answer Vivian asked another question, making a mental note of the young woman's responses that sail quickly like an open sea, each response simply opens up more questions.
“On the subject of long distance reading or feeling other vampires or relatives with some percentage turned blood do you contend that for example a witch managed to get turned half way that her grand daughters would be one quarter turned and on down the line to one eighth turned and so on?”
Elizabeth's eyes gleamed with intrigue as she contemplated the question.
“The idea of dilution of vampiric traits through generations, passing from granddaughters to great-great-granddaughters, is an intriguing concept,” she mused.
“However in my experience the actual manifestation of vampiric /witchcraft influence can be far more complex and unpredictable than a simple quartering or eighthing of the original trait. What I've observed is that the essence of vampirism, that singular spark that sets a witch's blood afire with the thirst from eternity, can re-emerge in unexpected ways across generations. It's not just a matter of linear progression, but rather a fluid, almost, quantum phenomenon that defies simple arithmetic”.
Elizabeth's gaze seems to unfocus, as if she were gazing into the astral plane.
“The granddaughters, great granddaughters, and beyond many not necessarily inherit a fixed percentage of their ancestor's vampiric tendencies. Instead, they might exhibit unique traits, abilities, or even vulnerabilities that are tied to the original transformation, but have evolved into something new and unpredictable over time.”
The twinkle of her beautiful blue/green eyes and smile that formed on her full perfectly shaped lips portrayed the delight Elizabeth felt when the question was so very near the truth of what was happening with her and her own mother. The very reason her mother was not able to fully turn despite being an elder witch of the highest order she was out of turn. It had been so long since any witch in her lineage had turned there was no way to know if she was the “daughter” that was supposed to be food or the mother that was supposed to feed from her daughter. But that her mother never fully turned it gave hope to Elizabeth that she was the right generation and the turning that was already taking place within her would take her all the way.
At this time Elizabeth is half way through her own change as she followed the ancient books of spells, potions and rituals to become the first self made vampire in 500 years with the help of her grandmother Evangeline, who had only made it halfway. The old woman had not been able to get the spells right but did gain enough power to see and feel some people as prey and to pass some of her change down to her female granddaughters. Somehow it skipped a generation to not have direct clashes between mother and daughters. Elizabeth being born under the blood moon on October 31, would have more power than her distant American cousin Vanessa would have through the blood but the year long ritual would work on her if she had the nature and desire to change.
Elizabeth could see that Vivian was an impressive woman to have struck so close to the truth for a pure mortal.
The young beauty felt the weight of an intense, threatening gaze. Her head snapped towards the left, her emerald eyes locking onto the figure in the distance. Indrig Dimitrescu, one of the most powerful witches on the European Council of Vampires and Witches, stood out like a dark star against the backdrop of the busy restaurant. Her striking green eyes, almost amaranth in their intensity, were narrowed in their direction. The white dress hugged her curvaceous figure like a second skin, while the large black hat and the ever-present cigarette in her blood-red lips added to her formidable aura.
Even from afar, Elizabeth could sense the malice that radiated from the older witch. It brought back vivid memories of the failed kidnapping attempt when Elizabeth was just 13. Indrig's schemes had ultimately earned her a seat on the council, but the bad blood between the two witches ran deep. Elizabeth's heart quickened as she felt Vivian's hand on her arm, pulling her back into the present.
“Everything is alright”?
"Oh, yes, everything's fine," she replied, forcing a brittle smile. While her eyes left Indrig's form for three seconds, a silent challenge passed between them.
Elizabeth accidentally drops a book she was carrying in her lap, Vivian picks it up and notices its name.' The Blood Moon’
"How interesting, must be quite a deep read."
Elizabeth turns left again but Ingrid has magically evaporated. Then the young woman looks off into the distance at her mother who is still distracted by the other people at the table.
“Yes, it is a book I am writing, very complete. I have written it myself, with the help of my grandmother's teachings. It frames more complex issues than we have discussed in our conversations, but it is certainly more complete than the report I published for the university. Mom doesn't like it when I write in such detail about the secrets of the world”
Elizabeth feels a rush of blood to the front of brain at the very moment she finished her answer and the food arrived at the table.
Across the world her blood cousin Vanessa she had been feeling at random times since the sixth moon stage of her transformation was having sex with and exerting her limited power over a woman she had taken as sex slave. Feeling deeper as she brought her power into focus she could feel what her younger cousin really wanted was to turn the whole family to her will. A remarkable feat without truly knowing the extent of her power.
Vanessa knew she was somehow different and could make her pet woman Becky bend to her will with only a look and mental projection of instructions to the woman who now worshiped her after being the one who seduced her. Now they had ended up years later reversed and now it was Becky falling down the well of enslavement to the young woman.
In that fraction of a moment Elizabeth could feel her distant cousin's orgasm as she made her woman pet Becky service her.
The connection broke but not before she could not only feel her cousin Vanessa, but also could for that moment see what Vanessa was seeing.
Elizabeth's pussy clenched and her chest filled with a hot flash of nearly orgasmic feeling when she saw the face of Becky, the woman Vanessa had chosen was the same face that sat across from her in the shade eating her first bite of delicious pizza and looking at her with those beautiful green eyes.
The only difference being she could feel that Becky was a slightly younger version of Vivian. She felt the synchronicity between them all.
In that second of reaching for her own slice of pizza she knew she had reached a new level of understanding and power.
Elizabeth knew the vision was telling her that her initial interest in Vivian was more than just an attraction to a stunning older woman and this woman across the table from her was going to be hers, for macabre purposes, but she had to test her first to be sure.
As the meal wrapped up and it was time to part, Elizabeth felt a surge of power and looked into Vivian’s eyes and was able to reach into her mind enough to make the older woman’s pussy clench in the same rhythm as her own. She could see in the woman’s eyes the first weakness she would exploit to start the unsuspecting woman down the dark path of sexual slavery her doppelganger Becky far across the world was sliding into at the hand of her amazing young cousin.
At only six months into her transforman Elizabeth had done something no witch in five hundred years had managed as she tapped into the mind of her blood relative and saw what she was seeing.
Vivian's eyes locked onto Elizabeth's, her gaze drinking in the mesmerizing emerald depths. A jolt of electricity crackled through her veins as she became acutely aware of the sensual tension building between them. Elizabeth could sense the subtle changes in Vivian's body language; the way her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, the involuntary crossing of her legs, and the telltale tightening of her thighs as she struggled to contain the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Despite the physical distance between them, Vivian felt as though her fingers had brushed against Elizabeth's bare skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
She could almost taste the sweetness of her arousal, the musky undertones mingling with the crisp scent of her perfume. Vivian's reaction only served to intensify Elizabeth's desire, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.
"Are you all right Vivian?"— asks Elizabeth with a touch of mischief hidden with elegance.
Vivian takes a sip of her wine and chuckles.
At that moment Elizabeth's chauffeur approaches the table to announce that her mother is waiting for her in the limousine.
"It was a magnificent evening, Ms Setterberg, I enjoyed your company tonight but I must go. Tomorrow we will talk some more at the Kunsthistorisches Museum of Art History, there is going to be an interesting exhibition, so you are cordially invited, we can meet in the main wing, your entrance will be free, my treat”
Vivian was transfixed and her pussy again clenched again as she found herself lost in the gaze of the stunning beauty. She had never been sexually attracted to another woman before but Elizabeth was not like anyone, man or woman she had met before.
“Of course, I would love to, you have been very kind, see you tomorrow”
“Today's bill is also paid today, I must admit that I had not tried this dish called Pizza, but I don't regret it at all”
With a gentle embrace cheek kisses to say goodbye were exchanged that sent another wave of sexual arousal deep into the loins of both women they had never felt so intensely before.
Elizabeth left the place and left her book/journal on the table, Vivian quickly tried to run after her to return it to her, but the girl had already gotten into the limousine with her mother.
“It's her, she's here, I saw her and felt her.” …
Vivian hears from Elizabeth's lips as she converses with her mother before starting the chauffeur.
Around the place there was a lot of movement and quite strange people following the movements of Viktoria and her daughter.
Ingrid's spies had watched Elizabeth throughout her life. Born on the perfect blood moon, the signs were ripe for this young woman to be very powerful. Some books even spoke of the idea that the next vampire would be a redhead, like Queen Lilith. “Long wavy locks of fiery red hair and fair complexion with full, lush lips to match her magnificent mane.”
The spy had informed the mysterious Ingrid that Elizabeth had been seen possibly seducing a woman in a cafe.
“Well, it seems that young Von Marburg has already surpassed her mother's skill. I suspected this one might bring trouble. Find out all you can about this woman that young Elizabeth will be taking. There must be some kind of connection that I have not seen yet.”
“Yes Your Grace, I will go now and follow your orders,” The spy said sheepishly and left walking backward, head down walking away from the woman he feared.
Later that evening at the Von Marburg mansion
The warm glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Viktoria's regal features as she stood before the blazing hearth, her long, fine robe of purple silk and fur swaying gently with each movement. The rich, royal hue seemed to darken the surrounding air, drawing all attention to the matriarch's imposing figure. Her glass of wine was her only companion, the ruby liquid glistening in the firelight as she sipped it thoughtfully.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Elizabeth walked purposefully into the room, her long beige and blue robe billowing behind her. The youthful figure of her beloved daughter stood in stark contrast to Viktoria's statuesque presence. Elizabeth's red locks were pulled up in a simple yet becoming style, her porcelain skin glowing without a trace of makeup. In her slender hand, she clutched a family album, its worn leather cover telling tales of generations past. Viktoria turned to face her daughter, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed Elizabeth's pensive expression.
"My dear, what brings you here at this hour?" she asked, her rich contralto voice low and smooth, like aged wine.
"It was her mother, Ingrid was in the restaurant and she was not alone, I'm sure many of the people there weren't even humans, they were her little trained pets. That witch is up to something, it's no coincidence that she showed up right when I was having these visions. Ingrid must already know something. I told you that a long time ago I was having visions and lucid dreams with a girl who looked like me but younger, a teenager, I thought maybe they were messages from my previous lives because I had to resolve some issues, but today I'm sure we are in the same timeline but in another part of the world. And I saw that woman in the vision with her, that woman, she was identical to Vivian... all this is a big sign, mother.
Viktoria's emerald eyes widened slightly at Elizabeth's words, a hint of intrigue mingling with the ever-present cold calculation in their depths. She set her wine glass down on the nearby pedestal, the crystal clinking softly against the marble as she turned her full attention to her daughter."Ingrid, you say? That conniving harlot," the Countess growled, her rich voice taking on a menacing edge. Viktoria's slender fingers tightened into fists, the silken material of her robe stretching taut over her knuckles. "She thinks she's so clever, doesn't she, flaunting her little familiars in public like that."
The Countess paced closer to the fireplace, her long robes sweeping behind her like a dark, living shadow. She stopped in front of Elizabeth, her eyes searching the younger woman's face as if looking for any signs of deception or weakness."But these visions of yours, my dear," Viktoria continued, her tone softening to a dangerous murmur, "they could be important indeed. If you truly saw a younger version of yourself, and connected with her across time and distance... perhaps it's fate calling, Elizabeth."The Countess's words hung in the air, heavy with implication and unspoken desire.
Elizabeth holds up her old family photo album while on the same page she looks at the picture she printed from the internet of the girl she saw in visions and found, almost identical to her but in a younger version.
Elizabeth shows it to her mother for some feedback. To which the older woman replies.
"Come follow me, I have to show you something."
The room was a treasure trove of arcane tomes and forbidden knowledge, the musty smell of aged paper filling the air. A life-sized portrait of Viktoria and her late husband, Lucifer, dominated one wall, their faces etched with triumph and dark power.
Underneath that big old portrait. A parchment wall with a large family tree figure of the von Marburg family, to which Viktoria began to explain to her daughter.
Viktoria's deep, inquisitive voice filled the room as she stroked her daughter's hair and cheek with a mother's tender touch.
"My dear Elizabeth, you see the significance of our lineage expanding across Central Europe and parts of Hungary. Perhaps the young woman in my visions is our distant descendant on your maternal grandmother's side. Some of our kin have ventured to the United States, so it's possible she resides there, in one of the larger cities."
Her eyes locked onto Elizabeth's, shimmering with a knowing light. "If you were to reach out to her, make a connection, you may uncover more answers to the mysteries that plague you." Viktoria's smile was enigmatic, hinting at secrets yet to be unearthed. "The arrival of your... companion, who bears similarities to the other woman, also bears consideration. Remember, your power grows with each passing day. You have my blood coursing through your veins - I am a deity beyond worlds. Your grandmother taught you a lot, and you learn quickly.”
Elizabeth's nod was a mere acknowledgment, her mind still mired in the tangled emotions that swirled within her. Viktoria's touch, however, jolted her back into the present, the elder witch's fingers tracing the curves of her daughter's lips with a perverse fascination. "You know what I desire, my dear," Viktoria purred, her husky voice dripping with a macabre sensuality. "I want to see... hear... all those secrets beneath those guarded lips, let your mother take a look" As if in response, Viktoria's grasp tightened, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Elizabeth's chin.
Without warning, Viktoria grasped Elizabeth's chin firmly, their faces inches apart. The young witch felt herself being drawn closer, until their breaths mingled, and their lips brushed in a fleeting, almost chaste contact. A soft, teasing kiss started the passionate conflagration, but it soon intensified into a fervent, hungry exchange. Viktoria's mouth claiming Elizabeth's with a fervor that bordered on desperation.
Flames danced in the air as Viktoria's power surged, the candles around the room igniting spontaneously, their flickering light casting an eerie glow over the intimate scene. The elder witch's moans vibrated against Elizabeth's lips, her own tongue invading the younger woman's mouth in a sensual duel.
Viktoria's grip tightened on her daughter's nape, pulling her closer, the very air around them charged with a potent, dangerous energy, tongues tangled in a sensual dance of poison and passion. Saliva mingled, creating a heady, illicit cocktail that left them both breathless and wanting more.
Elizabeth buries her nails in her mother's neck while she growls back and bites her daughter's lower lip hard, making it bleed.
As soon as the younger witch's blood was in contact with her mother's tongue, Viktoria's eyes went completely white to see the memories and visions her daughter had been accumulating. In this way she was able to transport herself in her mind and saw scenes of the young teenage girl on the other side with a woman similar to Vivian in a barn being whipped, then flashes of the anthropologist's face in the restaurant with her daughter, and Ingrid's face sitting there with a macabre smile spying on her daughter with a plan in hand.
As Viktoria tried to go deeper into her daughter's mind something prevented her, it was as if her daughter's power was cutting through her, making her brain hurt intensely as millions of knives pierced her skull and throat, leaving her breathless and losing her balance.
Elizabeth pressed the center of her mother's forehead with two fingers to bring her out of her trance.
“Mother!”
Viktoria's eyes snapped back into focus, the intense whiteness replaced by her piercing emerald depths, now narrowed with a mix of frustration and concern. She released her hold on Elizabeth's chin, her fingers trailing down to cup the younger woman's flushed cheek in a gentler caress.
"Painful, wasn't it, my dear?" Viktoria's husky voice was laced with a hint of amusement, despite the throbbing in her own temples from the failed psychic invasion, her own lips still smeared with her daughter's delicious blood.
She straightened, her posture regal and imposing once more, the midnight purple of her gown seeming to darken as she moved. "Your power is growing, and it's not just the visions that are troublesome. You're developing... barriers. Defenses that even I may struggle to breach in time."—Viktoria paced closer to the flickering candlelight, her eyes fixed on some distant point as she collected her thoughts. "Ingrid's presence here is no coincidence, and I suspect she's already begun to manipulate events, playing on your fears and desires to draw you into her web. We must be cautious, Elizabeth. Her ultimate goal is to turn you against me, to put my own flesh and blood against the woman she sees as her rival.”
At that moment in the hotel room, Vivian was relaxing in the bathtub taking a bubble bath while studying the pages of that diary/book that Elizabeth was making and that she had left behind in the restaurant.
As Vivian sank into the warm, suds-filled waters of the bathtub, she found herself drawn to the intriguing pages of the diary. Her fingers traced the intricate symbols and strange letters, the red and black inks seeming to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Sanskrit, Latin, and occult *********** danced before her eyes, an ancient language that defied her attempts to decipher its meaning. Vivian was careful not to let the pages get wet, her curiosity piqued despite the danger of ruining the valuable tome.
As she delved deeper into the book's mysteries, memories of the unsettling events at the restaurant began to resurface, swirling in her gut like a tempest of emotions. The images of Elizabeth's enigmatic presence, her piercing gaze, and the unnerving sensations that had coursed through Vivian's body seemed to converge, coalescing into a gnawing ache that spread from her stomach to the very core of her legs. An inexplicable tingling sensation began to build in Vivian's lower abdomen, intensifying until it became almost unbearable. She bit her lip, a silent moan trapped behind her teeth as she struggled to comprehend the force that now gripped her.
She sets the book aside on a side table as she sinks into the suds and lowers her right hand to the middle of her legs under the warm water.
Vivian's mind was lost to the swirling sensations that consumed her, her thoughts hazy and disconnected. The intense desire that had taken hold could only be attributed to the stress of the long journey, or so she told herself. Her hand moved in gentle circles across her sensitive clitoris, the touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. As her eyes drifted shut, Vivian's moans filled the bathroom, each exhale sending ripples across the surface of the bathwater, her mind could not help but see Elizabeth's eyes and her perfect body, her voice, her hands, her red hair, she began to moan as she spread her legs wider and kept moving her hips, she felt her own wetness despite being in the bathtub, her body shaking.
Her moment alone is interrupted by the ringing of her phone snapping her out of her momentary trance.
Vivian's fingers paused mid circle as the shrill ring of her phone jolted her back to reality. She blinked, water droplets clinging to her lashes as she reached for the nearby towel to dry her hand. Retrieving her phone from the bedside table, Vivian's eyes widened as she saw the name "Carol" illuminated on the screen; her only daughter, currently on a photography tour of Spain. Mustering a bright tone, Vivian replied,
"Hey sweetheart, how's Spain treating you? Have you snapped some amazing shots yet?" As she spoke, Vivian's mind strayed to thoughts of Carol, her beautiful, adventurous daughter. She wished she could be there to share in the cultural immersion and artistic expression that this tour surely provided.
However, the demands of Vivian's own career often left her feeling guilty about the distance between them."I hope you're having the time of your life, Carol," Vivian continued, a hint of wistfulness creeping into her voice. "Make sure to indulge in all the local flavors and experiences too, not just the photography."
Vivian listened intently as Carol chatted on, her daughter's vibrant personality and enthusiasm for her studies filling the airwaves once more.
"It's been a great adventure mom, I wanted to talk to you for a while, tomorrow I will be at a fashion show, there will be a contest and whoever has the most impressive pictures can get to work for a great company of photographers in the fashion world. I am so excited! It can be the start of my great career at last”
Vivian, listening attentively to her daughter, her heart swells with excitement as she imagines every detail of her adventures, and a faint tinge of melancholy that her daughter was already becoming more and more independent.
Suddenly, the water in the bathtub began to churn and bubble, as if it were on the verge of a boil. The bathroom lights flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Vivian gasped, her body tense with a mix of fear and confusion. Realizing the water was growing far too hot, she hastily climbed out of the tub, her naked form glistening with droplets. She hastily wrapped herself in a towel, shivering as the air seemed to grow thick with an unnatural energy.
Despite her growing unease, Vivian felt compelled to remain on the line with Carol, her daughter's voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos. However, their connection suddenly went dead, leaving only an eerie silence in its wake. As if to emphasize the bizarre occurrences, the bathroom light above the sink exploded with a deafening crack, plunging Vivian into darkness.Terrified, she abandoned the bathroom, fleeing to the main room of her suite where the lights, mercifully, remained intact. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wrapped the towel tighter around her body, a sense of foreboding settling over her like a shroud. What was happening?
“Mom…mom are you there?”
“ Oh yes Sweetie, I'm still here, I'm sorry, what.. What were you saying?”
Mom, I'll call you later, I'm going out with friends.
Carol hangs up the phone, and finally Vivian lets out a sigh, unable to find an explanation for what has happened, she calls the hotel service to fix the light bulb with many questions in her mind and a void in her chest.
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The next morning in the Museum
Vivian entered the grand main wing of the art history museum, her eyes wide with wonder at the opulent surroundings. She was dressed impeccably, her attire a testament to her refined sensibilities. As she approached the designated meeting point, her gaze settled on the captivating figure awaiting her; Elizabeth.
The young woman exuded an air of beauty and elegance, her polished attire and poised demeanor a perfect complement to the stately atmosphere of the museum. The redhead noticed Vivian's arrival and strode forward, her movements graceful and purposeful.
"Good morning, Vivian," she greeted with a warm, inviting smile while kissing her hand. "It's a pleasure to see you again."As the elder woman's hand brushed against Elizabeth's red lips, a jolt of electricity seemed to course through both of them, sparking a palpable tension between them. Vivian felt her breath catch, a shiver running down her spine as she gazed into Elizabeth's piercing green eyes. The young witch's smile held a hint of mischief, a suggestion that she too was aware of the sizzling undercurrent that seemed to threaten to consume them both."Please, follow me," Elizabeth purred, her voice low and sultry. "I have a few pieces in mind that I believe you'll find... enlightening.”
The Kunstkammer in Vienna, which contains rarities from the former Habsburg treasure chambers and wonder rooms, celebrated a lavish reopening in March 2013. The collection constitutes one of the most important art chambers in the world and displays precious items from the Middle Ages, Renaissance, and Baroque periods. Highlights include the Art Chamber of Emperor Rudolf II, the Exotica-Komplex, and the famous Saliera.
The architectural mirror image of the Museum of Fine Arts is the Natural History Museum, which is located directly opposite and was also built according to plans by Gottfried Semper and Karl von Hasenauer.
Elizabeth's slender fingers glided along the ornate railing as she guided Vivian through the labyrinthine halls of the Vienna Museum of Art, her eyes glowing with an inner fire that seemed to ignite in response to each new discovery.
The older woman followed closely behind her, her breath quickening as she took in the wealth of knowledge being imparted by her young guide.
"Many of these artifacts hold secrets of ancient species," Elizabeth whispered conspiratorially, her voice barely audible above the soft murmur of other patrons.
"That dagger, for example, has been in the museum's possession for centuries. Its blade is said to be forged from the very metals that can harm vampires: silver, iron, and copper. Rumor has it that it was used to kill a powerful vampire in the 15th century”
Vivian responds —“I've heard rumors about something called "the dagger of the flowers of death". It's somewhere.
It seems to be an antique from the Middle Ages infused with a mixture of poisons from all over the continent. It is said to have been built to kill demons and monsters. They say they do not know where it is, it will be double that it is this same dagger ?”
Elizabeth's thoughts drifted, lost in the intricate tapestry of her own mind, as she beheld the exquisite dagger on display.
The memory of her initial visions of distant cousin Vanessa resurfaced, the recollection so vivid it felt as though the scene unfolded before her once more. She recalled the innocent girl's ravenous desire, the crimson liquid pooling from Aunt Becky's cut finger as Vanessa savored the taste of her aunt's blood with an uncanny hunger. Elizabeth's lips twitched, a phantom taste lingering on her own tongue as she relived the moment in her mind's eye. Her emerald gaze unfocused as she traversed the depths of her psyche, the vision of Vivian's intense green eyes flickering into view. Elizabeth's fascination with the esteemed anthropologist intensified, her mind racing with the possibilities of delving into Vivian's very essence. The prospect of unlocking the hidden facets of this enigmatic woman's psyche only further kindled the younger witch's curiosity and desire to explore the uncharted territories of Vivian's being.
After some minutes, as she rounded a corner, Elizabeth's gaze fell on a display of medieval torture instruments, and her eyes widened with a mixture of fascination and dark delight. Ñ
"Oh, look how beautiful!" she exclaimed, as her slender fingers ran along the grooves and spikes of a particularly gruesome-looking contraption. "Can you imagine the screams these devices would wring from a vampire or a witch” —Knowing deep down that her mother has tasted death more than once thanks to these torture devices that greatly excite the young witch.
"Vivian watched, transfixed, as Elizabeth's imagination ran wild, picturing private dungeons and dark rituals.
Now in the next art exhibition wing, Elizabeth paused before a striking pair of paintings, one a portrait depicting the various phases of the moon, the other a surrealistic scene of a woman clad in a scarlet dress, rain pouring from the sky like blood from the heavens.
"Behold, the eternal dance of feminine power," Elizabeth purred, her gaze roaming over the artwork with a knowing light in her pretty eyes.
"The phases of the moon, ever changing yet cyclical; a symbol of the feminine essence.
And the woman in red, drenched in the deluge of her own power, a testament to the fierce beauty and dark magic that lies within us."
She turned to Vivian, her smile enigmatic. "This painting is one of a series by the avant garde artist Hans Baldung Grien. His works often featured women as emblems of sin, desire, and the supernatural. The blood rain, some say, represents the bloody tide of a woman's monthly cycle, while others believe it to be a metaphor for the life-giving power of feminine magic.”
Vivian gives her impressions about it according to her own experiences but it was evident that she had never visited such a fascinating museum before in her life.
After two and a half hours chatting and touring the museum, Vivian was more attracted and curious about the beautiful young woman, her accent, her beauty and her intelligence are fascinating, the eloquence of her words and her way of walking and expressing herself, she had never met anyone like her, no doubt about it.
“Well Vivian I guess you are a little tired, we can have tea and then you can accompany me to the palmenhaus palace greenhouse, I have to visit my plant”
Vivian nodded wearily, her mind still reeling from the kaleidoscope of secrets and ancient power that Elizabeth had revealed. The prospect of tea and a visit to the Palmenhaus palace greenhouse sounded like the perfect respite. "That sounds lovely, Elizabeth," she replied, her tone subdued yet appreciative. "I could certainly use a moment to collect myself after all the... enlightening revelations you've shared with me today."
As they made their way to the tea room, Vivian couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, a prickle of awareness that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the museum itself. She glanced back, half expecting to see someone boring into her back, but the corridor was empty. Shaking off the sensation, Vivian focused on the present moment, savoring the delicate aroma of the tea and the warmth of Elizabeth's smile as they sat together in comfortable silence.
Palmenhaus Green Palace
After the warm tea they shared, they arrived at the greenhouse in Elizabeth's private car, unlike her mother, she did not like to be in a limousine but in a classic 1957 Rolls Royce with her private chauffeur.
Arriving at the ostentatious greenhouse, Vivian was fascinated as she and Elizabeth joined the tour guides, visiting and learning more about poisonous and amazing plants, beautiful but lethal in their extraordinary nature as well as the mysterious young woman. The women wander away from the crowds of tourists and go to a more secluded part of the greenhouse where there are beautiful stairs and in a sheltered area a large plant.
"Ah, the Night Blooming Cereus," —Elizabeth said, her eyes sparkling with fascination. "A true marvel of the botanical world, don't you think, Vivian?"
The young witch's voice was low and hypnotic as she continued. "Native to the deserts of the American Southwest, this plant is a master of deception. Its nocturnal blooms, while breathtaking in their ethereal beauty, conceal a deadly secret within their delicate petals."
Elizabeth's words dripped with an air of dark enchantment, drawing Vivian deeper into the mysteries of the exotic flora. "The toxic nectar of the Cereus serves as a potent defense mechanism, deterring predators from the plant's tender buds. It's a poignant reminder of the often cruel harmony between nature's splendor and the dangers that lurk beneath the surface." As Elizabeth spoke, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two women and the hypnotic allure of the plant's symbolism. "In many ways," the younger witch mused, "the Night Blooming Cereus serves as a fitting metaphor for our own existence, don't you agree, Vivian?”
Vivian swallows saliva, it's inevitable that she feels nervous about the presence of the young woman, even more so when Elizabeth gets too close leaving little space between them.
Elizabeth gently touches the petals of the large flower with great care, while whispering in Vivian's ear.
"Come on touch it a little, it's not toxic on contact and it's more potent at night with the moonlight."
Vivian's fingers brushed against Elizabeth's, the delicate petals of the Night Blooming Cereus serving as an intimate catalyst between them. The younger witch's gaze drifted to Vivian's lips, her breath catching as a shiver ran through her slender frame. It was as if the flower's toxic allure had been amplified a thousandfold by the subtle yet electric touch of Vivian's skin against her own.
Elizabeth's emerald eyes widened as she felt the familiar tingle begin to build anew within her lower belly. The sensation intensified, spreading through her core until it pooled in her panties, dampening the fabric with the nectar of her own arousal. The plant's hypnotic power paled in comparison to the undeniable effect Vivian was having on her. As Vivian sighed, a heavy, half-hearted sound that seemed to carry the weight of forbidden desire, Elizabeth felt as though she was touching the folds of Vivian's pussy without ever making direct contact. The air was thick with tension, the boundaries between them blurring until it became impossible to distinguish where one's skin ended and the other's began.
Vivian blinks and feels an intense spark in her chest, the perfume of the young woman is exquisite, intoxicating even, she was a sample, an exotic plant, the most captivating of all the exhibition, in flesh and blood. At that precise moment, Elizabeth notices that a man dressed in black is spying on her behind some bushes, surely one of Ingrid's spies, she senses the danger nearby.
Vivian found herself helplessly entranced by the sight of Elizabeth's exquisite, pale complexion, her delicate features seeming to glow in the soft light of the greenhouse. The younger witch's words drifted in and out of her focus, unable to compete with the all consuming awareness of Elizabeth's very presence. Elizabeth turned to speak , Vivian's gaze lingered on the flawless expanse of her skin, the sharp contrast of her long, elegant fingernails against that backdrop of porcelain perfection.
"Before I forget..." Vivian's voice was a breathy whisper, her eyes never leaving Elizabeth's face as she reached into her purse to retrieve the strange book.
"...Thank you very much, dear. I imagine you took a peek at it, didn't you?" The question hung in the air, weighted with the unspoken implication that Elizabeth had delved deeper into the tome's secrets than she let on.
“I tried, but there is some symbolism that is unknown to me. It would be interesting to be able to talk with you in more depth and have you show me more things. It's funny, I have studied many things and I am obviously older than you, but you seem to possess deeper knowledge than I am completely intrigued by, to tell you the truth”.
As their fingers brushed, exchanging the strange book between them, a jolt of electricity seemed to arc from Elizabeth's hand to Vivian's, the spark of attraction palpable in the air between them. Vivian felt herself undressed in that moment, not just physically, but emotionally exposed as well. For the first time in her life, she experienced that spark with another human being, and it was the older woman who had ignited it within her.
Vivian didn't realize that she was staring at the young woman for a long time, which she might think is impolite. Elizabeth breaks the silence to extend another invitation to the woman.
“What do you think if we leave the studies for tomorrow at the central library, and tonight you accompany me and my mother to the opera at the Imperial Court Theater”.
Vivian's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, her pulse quickening as she imagined herself in the opulent setting of the imperial court theater, surrounded by the grandeur of the opera. "I would be honored to accompany you and your mother to such a prestigious event. It is a privilege I wouldn't dare refuse."The older woman felt a rush of excitement, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what the evening might bring. As they continued to converse, Vivian found herself becoming increasingly enamored with Elizabeth, the younger witch's charm and wit proving irresistible to her aging heart.
‘It's a deal then, meet me at 8 o'clock at the entrance of the theater”—Elizabeth finishes the sentence as she kisses Vivian's cheek and walks away, disappearing down the great baroque hallway.
As the women parted ways, Vivian couldn't shake the lingering sensation of that spark, the promise of something more profound than mere friendship or intellectual curiosity. She found herself lost in thought, replaying the moments they'd shared in the greenhouse, each brush of their fingers a whispered promise of the passion yet to come. Tonight, in the opulent setting of the opera, Vivian would embark on a journey of self-discovery, one that would lead her down a path of forbidden desire and ancient secrets. Little did she know that the true magic lay not in the performances on stage, but in the enchantment that bloomed between two women, their hearts beating as one in the shadows of a long-forgotten past.
Opera in the theater
As the grand carriage pulled up to the ornate entrance of the Vienna State Opera, Vivian's heart raced with a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation. She took a deep breath, smoothing the delicate folds of her evening gown with trembling hands. The rich emerald silk clung to her form, accentuating the subtle curves of her aging physique. A string of pearls nestled between her breasts, the soft glow of the carriage lamps dancing across the polished gemstones.
Stepping out onto the red carpet, Vivian felt a sense of awe wash over her at the sheer grandeur of the theater's facade. The opulent baroque design, with its ornate balconies and towering columns, seemed to come alive in the flickering candlelight. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of images from her studies, the ancient rituals, the whispers of hidden secrets, the legends of powerful women who had once walked these very halls.
As she followed Elizabeth up the sweeping staircase, Vivian couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, as if the very essence of her being was attuned to this world of mystery and intrigue. She felt Elizabeth's hand rest gently on the small of her back, guiding her forward with a subtle pressure that sent shivers down her spine.
“Here, I will introduce my mother.”
Elizabeth's presence was a vision of elegance, her form-fitting black velvet gown hugging every curve as she moved with the grace of a predator. The Victorian corset accentuated her slim waist, while her hair was swept back to reveal the delicate line of her jaw and the subtle gleam of her gorgeous eyes. She looked every bit the part of the mysterious and alluring enchantress that Vivian had grown to admire and desire.
Viktoria, Elizabeth's mother, stood regal and imposing, her gaze scanning Vivian with a critical eye. The older woman's beauty was tempered by the coldness of her demeanor, her features chiseled by the harsh lines of age and the weight of secrets. She regarded Vivian with a mix of disdain and amusement, her voice low and measured as she extended a hand in greeting."So, you are the esteemed anthropologist," Viktoriya said, her words dripping with sarcasm. "I must admit, I find it... intriguing that Elizabeth has taken such a keen interest in you.”
The countess approached, her perfume a heady mix of sandalwood and something more exotic, something primal that stirred the air around her. "Your... fascination with my daughter has not gone unnoticed. " Viktoria's gaze lingered on Vivian's lips, lingering there for a moment before rising to meet her eyes again. "Perhaps it's not just Elizabeth you're attracted to, anthropologist," she murmured, her words laden with subtle innuendo. "Perhaps there is a certain...allure in the dark arts that even you can't resist. " The countess's blue eyes glinted with mischief, a challenge hidden beneath the surface of her words. She reached out and her fingers brushed Vivian's forearm in a fleeting, electric contact.
Vivian is intimidated not only by Viktoria but also by the sinister smile that was now plastered on Elizabeth's beautiful face.
The trio ascended to their reserved seats in the VIP balcony, the opulent red velvet of the left wing enveloping them in an atmosphere of exclusivity and power. Viktoria's imposing presence was augmented by the hulking figure of her personal bodyguard, who hovered discreetly in the background. As the maestro raised his baton to signal the commencement of the performance, the bodyguard approached with a silver tray bearing a crystal wine glass.
Viktoriya accepted the offering with a gracious nod, but Vivian and Elizabeth declined with a shared smile and a shake of their heads. Elizabeth found herself seated in the middle, next to her mother.
As the music swelled, filling the grand auditorium, Viktoria's hand slid up the length of Elizabeth's leg, the delicate fabric of her dress parting to reveal a tantalizing expanse of pale thigh. The older woman's fingers traced sinuous patterns against Elizabeth's skin, their breathy whispers and shared laughter a stark reminder of the unspoken bond between mother and daughter. Vivian couldn't help but notice the subtle yet intimate contact between the two women, while the action on the stage seemed to fade into the background, Vivian's gaze remained fixed on the subtle dynamics at play between them, her curiosity piqued by their unusual closeness.
The sound of the orchestra seemed to fade away as Elizabeth's deep gaze locked onto a figure across the balcony, her eyes narrowing in recognition. Ingrid, her rival from decades past, was seated mere yards away, the very presence of the other witch stirring a maelstrom of emotions within Elizabeth. She felt a shiver run down her spine as memories of their intense rivalry resurfaced, the bitter taste of defeat and humiliation still lingering on her tongue.
"Mother, she is here and she is no longer a hallucination,"—Elizabeth whispered urgently, her voice low and menacing. Viktoria's gaze followed the direction of her daughter's pointed stare, her expression a mask of cool calculation as she took in the sight of the woman who had once been her greatest adversary.
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