So she waited in her chamber. She admired her fire as it popped and cracked seemingly to a rhythm she could almost dance to. The embers were low and the flames soft. The fire had reached a decision point, now it could cool leeching off the small bits left and quietly fade leaving only darkness. Or with the addition of more wood or coal the flames would again spring to life finding a way to consume all with in it's reach.
She found a strong roundness for this unique time. A time between warm and cold, beginning or ending, light or darkness. This time of the fire would last a long while, perhaps through the day. A fool would consider the coals to cool too early and burn his hand. The thought made her giggle. But a wise man would know the flame lingers often hidden for hours and that it waits only for a breath to spring to life devour.
So it was with her apprentices. Stolen them from family made them immortal and sustained them by the blood of their loved ones. She knew that a wise vampire would grow his coven to a balance with the population, like wolves and rabbits. The wolves needed the rabbits. Like the flame, it can only grow as large as the fuel it consumes. She had grown her army too fast and there were none left but her vampiric sith.
That was all she needed the largest army possible. They would come, either in attempt to destroy her or to save her they would return to ravenloft and she would be sure to have the strength to end them all no matter their preparation. It was all she thought about, that and her beautiful Tatyana.
It had taken them longer that she thought. Again she had over estimated their capacity and desire. But she knew they would come, so she ordered her army to their coffins to sleep until they arrived. Then....she threw a long upon the smoldering embers waking the fire and bringing forth ravishing flame...she would have her revenge.
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