Spain Has Secrets, Elizabeth A. [the top 100 crime novels of all time txt] 📗

cut off my brother's overly vexatious sentence. Plunging the stake deep into his upper left torso, spewing blood out the back, he crippled.

A wretched scream echoed through the hall. The woman behind him was drenched in blood from the shin down, her gown sopping up the red liquid like a sponge. "You shouldn't have worn white dear." I gave a smug smile.

"JASPER! We're leaving now!"

 

The blonde from earlier ran up to us. "Constanta!" I stopped at the blonde's words. WHO WAS SHE? "You still don't recognize me...? It's Jessica." JESSICA? "Well finery certainly does become you, Jessica." Jasper held my hand, "Barcelona?" I felt a wash of fatigue come over me. "Is the Foyer spinning?" It was a subtle tilting at first, the chandelier just barely swaying, then the floor tiles began to swap places. Slowly my line of sight reached the ceiling. The raised design seem to form an endless mass as an envelope of black engulfed me.

Finale

I awoke in an unfamiliar room. A parlour? "Constanta darling, did your Father not warn you, Do not break the peace in our kingdom?" Was that mother? "I understand you must be confused by your inability to speak and your petrification... you were poisoned while you were half consious, by your fiance."

I sat up. "If you had been a Good mother to me you would know Marca has trained me well, including my bodies ability to fend off poisons. You would probably have also known that Jasper couldn't heat up water to save his life... I admit he is a bit of a spoiled prince, however he has his good points." I'd be an idiot to believe any of this.

"I'm disappointed the same woman who was calling me 'darling' a few moments ago just lide about poisoning me."Slowly, gracefully she turned, "If it isn't my way it's no way... After all, mother KNOWS BEST!" The gun shot rung out. I had definitely not seen that coming. She hadn't shot me. Mother had shot a man to her left. A man with piercing Green eyes.

 

She'd Shot Jasper. Straight through the forehead. I felt a single tear roll down my hot cheek. My throat went tight.

She aimed again... this time I was not stupid. I lunged, finding it exceedingly hard to maneuver the gun out of her grasp. I fired a shot at her, going from underneath her jaw straight through the top of her skulll. For safe keeping I took a coffee table to bits, plunging the make-shift stake through her heart. A loud cough startled me, it continued through the person's statement,

"Cough, cough, Jasper's not, cough dead, cough, cough" upon finding the source of the coughing I discovered a disgruntled Boris. "Clear your throat first Boris, speaking through coughs is weird." "Jasper's just in need of a 'drink'."

 

Though I may have killed many over centuries. I am now Constanta "Barcelona" Princelove, Princess of a Secret Vampiric Monarchy.

 

 

 

Le Fin

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Publication Date: 09-06-2011

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Dedication:
For my cousins. You help me push myself to the edge of Awsome. Which is why your so awsome to me.