Crazed they called her. Evil on good days and vile on her worsts.

Only if they knew how crazy she truly was.

Four hundred years and counting…How else would one expect to keep living for so long? They’d grow bored eventually right?

She scanned the lineup of women from your village lazily, her eyes falling on you, a wicked smile gracing her red lips, the glint of her fangs catching in the moonlight.

“Come, doll.” She beckoned.

Oh how lucky you were. Chosen to be the Countess’ new pet.