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Fandom: Vampire Chronicles

Pairing: None.

Rating: PGish.

Category: Angsty.

Series/Sequel: No.

Spoiler: Queen of the Damned.

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Summary: A woman vacationing on Lykonos gets a nasty surprise.


Oh, my babies, my poor babies . . .

Blood covered my hands as I pumped my husband's chest, trying to bring him back. Deep down, I knew it was useless, that he was dead, but I continued nonetheless.

It was all my fault we had been on Lykonos. I had pressured Andy to take us here for a "relaxing vacation." Now, because of my foolishness, my husband and my two beautiful sons, not even six years old yet, were dead.

A woman who didn't care that her family had been slaughtered danced by and said to me,

"Come! Join the dance! The one true goddess has come to us and cleansed us!"

"Get away!" I snarled. "Don't you care that your husband, children, siblings--don't you care that they're dead?"

"Men have always oppressed us! Now that they are gone, we are free! Come join the Queen of Heaven in her triumphant dance?"

"If she were truly the Queen of Heaven, she would not have to slaughter so many innocents."

The woman shook her head, as if unable to process the information. "Why won't you worship her?"

"She was never my goddess." I stood and held out my blood-covered hands to her. "Now get away unless you want this innocent blood on your hands."

The woman shook her head again, sadly this time, and danced away.

I wiped the blood off on my jeans and pulled out my cell phone, quickly dialing.

"Hello?" said a familiar, friendly voice on the other end said. As soon as I heard it, I burst into tears.

"Nicky, it's Anyen. Oh my God, Nicky, they're dead, they're all dead--"

"Anyen, calm down. Who's all dead? What's going on?"

I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Remember Andy, me, and the boys were planning on going to that island, Lykonos?"

"Yeah . . ."

"We got here, and this chick who called herself the Queen of Heaven came down and she killed all the men! Nicky, my babies are dead!"

Nicky gasped.

"Bring the cops, Nicky, please. I want that bitch in jail."

"It's out of my jurisdiction, but I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, big brother. I appreciate it."

"No problem. Be careful, Sis. Love ya."

"Love you too. 'Bye."

I hung up just as the "Queen" and her beautiful "prince" with the pampered blonde hair paraded by. The "Queen" turned to look at me, a silent command for worship in her eyes. I sank to my knees, then, in a gesture of complete worship and humility, gave her the finger.

As the procession continued, I gathered up my sons and held them close to my chest.

"Oh, my babies, my poor babies . . ."