InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The dance of a vampire ❯ the new queen ( Chapter 1 )

The new queen

Three hundred years had passed a mere instant. A sigh passed her lips as she stood on the balcony over looking her kingdom. She knew of her advisors treachery and using her as their pawn to ultimately destroy what little light had managed to survive her take over. The tinny speck of light had allowed the humans to survive on the edges of their domain in small numbers and packs. She breathed out a chuckle. The humans might as well be wild animals. Dressed in furs and always grunting and screaming, living in caves with weak defenses. They could have easily been wiped from the face of the earth. A frown marred her face. But she knew she could never allow that because the humans where the best nutrition for their young and in some odd way the vampires owed the humans since the humans so willingly gave the vampires this majestic world filled with hate and blood and destruction. A breeze started up causing her hair to float in the wind and with it the wind brought a scent. A scent she knew all to well. The young queen turned and saw one of the main generals leering at her with blood lust in his eyes.

“What news is it that you bring?” She stated while she turned to look over her kingdom again.

“We have captured the human leaders' son,” the man stated as he reached out to caress her shoulder.

She shrugged off his hand as she walked back into the castle, “Then prepare him I will see to his demise myself.”

The general let a vial smirk spread across his face as he watched the queen walk away loving the thought of watching her spill the humans blood. He licked his lips in anticipation of the kill.

The young women then continued through her castle letting her sense spread until she detected pain and suffering. `Must be the human prince,' she thought, her face emotionless to the immense pain the human was giving off. She continued onward to the thrown room and took her place before all her advisors and nobles.

All before her bowed in respect while she looked over all with a look of distaste and hatred. Those whom did not tremble with fear from her glance allowed their blood lust to be shown for her. Their desire to posses her overwhelming. Yet after centuries of practice she waved off the others fear and desire and continued to look over the court with mask in place. She could never allow them to see her intent but being forced to wear an mask of precious metal and gems for so long can cause one to become as stele as the mask they wear. She scanned over the room with her eyes intent on finding some issue worth her time.

An advisory new to the rituals and costumes of the palace stepped forward abruptly and approached the queen. With out even sparring a glance towards him he dropped to the floor with screams of pain bursting forth from him. All gathered looked on with morbid fascination. Slowly the boy rose with a soft glow about him and floated towards the queen. She continued have her gaze directed in the opposing direction.

“What is it that was so important that you think yourself worthy enough to come forth with out permission?” the queen stated turning her head only slightly so that the side of her mask could be seen.

Trembling the advisory attempted to look any where but at the queen realizing all too late the mistake he had making, “I am truly sorry my queen but I wished to report to you about the demons. It seems they are on the move and are wishing to rebel,” he stated in a quivering voice.

The queens head turned back towards the window as the young advisory was quickly seized by the guards and removed from the thrown room, “General is what he said true?”

Slowly a top ranking general stepped forward and bowed low, “Yes my queen,” a slight shake could be heard in his reply.

“Then you do not seem to be doing your job properly. You either remedy the situation within a fortnight or you will no longer step foot any where within my kingdom again,” the queen said with no change in tone to her voice speaking almost as if she was giving him a pleasant greeting then a death sentence.

The general quickly squired from the room never once turning his back to the queen almost fearing she would kill him on the spot. The gathered all looked from one to the other fearing who would be next. While the court squirmed in dread of her next move the queen turned and summoned a servant forward.

Trembling one of the heads of staff stepped forward bowing almost until she was bent in half, “Yes my lady.”

“Is the prisoner presentable yet?” the queen declared in a rather bored tone.

Shaking slightly the attendant answered, “No my lady, he is badly hurt and in no condition to be seen by any one of you caliber.”

“and why is that?” the queen asked turning to fully face the quivering servant.

Fear gripped the servant causing her to throw herself on the floor at the queens feet, “My lady he was badly injured to near the point of death from a battle and he refuses to allow any one to touch him”

All looked on as the court awaited her next move. Slowly the queen walked past the servant and made her way to leave thrown room not pausing as the crowd parted to allow her passage.