Here are some more excerpts from the novel, I. BATHORY, QUEEN OF BLOOI, BATHORY, QUEEN OF BLOOD.
Here are Bathory's recollections, now as she recalls her dark but very pleasurable time with Vlad...!
"You had raised me from death and loved me. I knew you did. We shared a passion, dark though it was—it was still love. But with Vlad I felt I had come home. For here I’d found a sexual monster like myself!
You see, again, there was nothing but him. No touch but his touch. And when a wench broke in and began pleading with him to love her, he merely laughed. She was beautiful. I’d always hated in my living life those younger and more beautiful than myself—and I hated this wench! Even with the scars on her face—I hated her and the jealousy took over. I felt the old rage rise up, that murderous darkness; like another entity, it began coursing through my body. Vlad was watching me, but I barely noticed—all I wanted to do was hurt this trollop.
She sensed my emotions and backed away. “Please,” she cried. I threw myself upon her and started to bite her! This I had not done since I lived. The other wenches tore at me and pulled my hair. I flung them easily away. As they hit the wall, they screeched and Vlad laughed. The rest of what happened is a blur.
Even at the time, I could not recall what occurred. I remembered nothing until I found myself and Vlad bathed in blood. Three wenches hung over his bath. Each had been drained. Though vampires, they were no more. I was shocked.
Vlad looked amused. “When will you know what you are? When? Give into what you enjoy, what pleases you!” He was right and I knew this. Afterwards, we wiped the blood from our bodies and we lay together, finally falling asleep. If I expected to dream of passion, I dreamt of blood instead..."
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