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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 51
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It was Prudence's birthday that afternoon. She turned nineteen years old. Of course, Mihai had demanded a fantastic party. Prudence loved it.
Mihai rented out a whole bakery for the party, that way, the guests would have as many treats as they liked. Prudence wore an adorable Hime Style lolita dress, white and blue, with pretty cameos printed on the fabric. She had on a bright pale pink wig, poofy with falling curls, and a sparkly tiara. Her socks were neat, shoes elegant, and she even had a cute little hand fan to wave about.
There was a tall fondant cake, pink and white and green, adorned with candles, flowers, pearls, little gems, all made of edible materials … except for the candles.
Claire Brewster and her family were not invited, which was just fine for Lydia's tastes. That strange Japanese woman Akane was there, though. She clung to Lydia as if they were best friends. She even started calling Lydia, “Di-chan.” She also tried to get Lydia to call her, “Aka-chan.”
Lydia whispered to Vlad, when she thought Akane wasn't listening, “Eu nu sunt confortabil cu ea.” I'm not comfortable with her.
“Voi vorbi cu ea,” Vlad promised. I will speak to her.
Akane didn't seem to take it too personally. After Vlad spoke with her, she went to Lydia, took her hands, smiled down at her, and said, “I am so sorry.” She gave Lydia some space after that.
Lydia was eating a piece of yummy cake, chatting with her tall friend Bertha, when she saw Brunhilde. Brunhilde wasn't being very sociable. She was sipping some water from a cup, standing in a corner. She had a slightly irritated expression, her eyebrows angry. That Japanese vampire, Akane, was standing next to her, wearing her beautiful little smile. Sometimes she spoke to Brunhilde, but Brunhilde seemed to not want to hear most of it.
Vlad went to her, hugged her from behind. “Hello, Ladies.”
Bertha smiled up at him. “Great party, huh?”
With a nod, Vlad said to the young woman, “Prudence must be glad to know you're enjoying yourself.”
“She's been kind of mopey lately,” Bertha said, “but I think she's getting better.”
Lydia didn't really think Prudence was improving, but she did think Prudence was merely enjoying what she could. She didn't speak her mind on the subject, though.
***
Akane stayed away from Lydia for three days.
Then she called Lydia and chatted with her. Lydia didn't really want to chat with Akane, but she didn't want to be impolite.
By coincidence, Lydia saw Akane in a bookstore one day. Akane waved at her and ran to her. “How are you, Di-chan?”
Raising her eyebrow, Lydia told her she was fine. Akane insisted on helping her purchase books. After maybe an hour, Lydia insisted on leaving.
Lydia went home and put away her new books, while she got more friendly text messages from Akane. She ignored them.
***
On a dry evening, Mihai was sitting alone in the small private library in the mansion. He had a laptop in his lap, and he was reading news articles on the Internet. Eventually, he stretched his muscles in the chair, and he noticed Brunhilde sitting in a chair next to him. That surprised him a little, because she hadn't been in the room when he entered.
Brunhilde was wearing an old and worn cotton robe, staring at Mihai with a gentle little smile.
“Hey, funny story,” she said, crossing her legs. “I don't think these rebels like you.”
Mihai moved some of his long hair away from his eyes. “I don't know what you mean.”
“Well, let me tell you the four one one.” Her smile widened. “I had one of the rebels killed, and he mentioned your name, but he wouldn't talk anymore.”
Mihai's perfectly groomed eyebrows rose. “Why did he say my name?”
She shrugged. “I saw some emails you apparently sent to someone, concerning killing me.”
He shot out of his seat, his laptop falling to the floor. “I did no such thing!”
“Relax, Cutie,” Brunhilde said, waving her hand,” The screenshots were of edited, false. I found that out. The rebels were just trying to throw me off. They don't seem to understand that you're not stupid enough to start a rebellion, or even participate in one. You have too much to lose.”
Mihai sighed, feeling his fear shrink into relief. He bent down to pick up his laptop, hoping it wasn't damaged.
“You seem to have an enemy,” Brunhilde told him as he sat back down.
“I wish I knew who it was,” Mihai said.
“Perhaps it's someone who's jealous of you,” Brunhilde said lightly. “You aren't the sort who makes enemies left and right.”
***
Lydia thought she didn't mind being tied up like this, her wrists bound with rope at her bosom, her ankles tied together. She enjoyed having Vlad there, though. Standing near the bed, he had her on her back, on a bed, pounding his thick penis into her, holding her legs up.
Every movement he made inside her made her gasp out needy sounds. It was so thick in her, like he was trying to push her muscles apart. His fingers pressed into her ankles; her toes flexed.
“Aaah ah … Vlad …” Lydia was unable to make a completed statement. She laced her fingers together; they suddenly felt unusually thick to her.
So hot between her legs … so hot and wet and pulsing …
Vlad bit some of the rope that bound her ankles together, giving her a playful look.
That was when she lost herself.
Sometime later, they were having dinner at a restaurant.
In the middle of the meal, Vlad handed her a small ring box. Lydia opened it. She saw a a glittering ring with a large pear shaped diamond.
He looked so handsome that moment, in his dark suit and patient smile. He asked her, gently, “Te căsătorești cu mine?” Will you marry me? This time he asked quietly, discreetly. Nobody else seemed to notice them.
Lydia shook her head. “Eu nu pot face asta.” I can't do that.
Vlad drew in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He took the ring box back and closed it. “Ești încă frică?” Are you still afraid?
“Desigur,” Lydia answered. Certainly.
He put the ring box into a pocket and exhaled again.
They didn't notice the Japanese vampire Akane sitting in a corner of the restaurant, with a small photograph of Vlad on the table. She was gently tapping the photo with the tip of a sharp knife, right over his forehead, as if playfully stabbing it. Her eyes went up to point at the back of the real Vlad's beautiful head. She smiled.
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