Transylvania… Part Four

November 15, 2007 at 5:52 pm (original poetry/prose)

(continued from What the Mouse Saw and the Bloodwing Foundation)

Transylvania, the Vampire Empire, is a bloody great place to dance.

The music is dark and hard-edged, gothic, industrial, wicked and screamy. It is always night there, and the locals are friendly and accepting of immortals of all sorts, in a bloodthirsty sort of way. It’s the Kine, the mortals, that need watch their step there; and evenso, the Kindred and Lupines nearly never kill.

Nearly never. It’s not a very good place to dance alone, if you’re mortal. If you are… you’re considered willing food, merely by being there. With all the fanged and bloody decor, gothic architecture and fountains of crimson vitae and artwork portraying the bloody beauty of vampirism… come on! It’s not like anyone needed to warn you.

So I was not at all surprised when, in the midst of dancing, a calico kitty that smelled like Kiralette curled round my ankles, hackles raised in fright. She loves trouble, that one!

I looked down at her, grinning. “Ach, Kira, lass! Yeh’ve gone and got yehrself lost again! Will yeh be dancin with me tonight, then?”

I leaned down and scooped her up into my arms, then raised an eyebrow at the peevish-looking vamp childe frowning at me.

“She’s mine. We doon’t have a problem… do we?”


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