Fantasy
(Fic)
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Born into the lap of luxury and a time of turmoil, Mme. Eleonore Delphine Vigneron experienced her coming of age in the Court of Louis XVI. Marked for death by birth, Eleonore endures hardship before traveling home to exact revenge on the brother who sold her for his own protection.
On the brink of death, Eleonore is given new life in the most painful of ways, becoming a beautifully timeless vampire. Leaving everything behind, she escapes with the help of a deceitful coachman, looking back without tears as the former glory of Versailles became her greatest tragedy and shining triumph. "Sounds interesting!"
Prologue
Je Ne Regrette Rien
8 décembre 1793 Versailles, France  Once opulent and full of the richness of life, the city is a torch-lit darkness, stinking of death and screaming of everything sanguine. Eleni runs, and runs, and runs. She pushes her way through the crowd of people shouting insults at her. She did not know them, but they despised her. She is not Eleni to them. She is a symbol of everything the torches and blades aim to destroy. LibertÃ...
29 Octobre 2015 Aubrey Parish, Louisiana Eleni sits upright in the old-fashioned damask chair in the hotel. It was the kind of place time forgot, a relic of things that once were treasured and had since fallen into disrepair. A fire burns across the room, and the lights are dim. In Eleni's lap is a folded piece of red parchment, once sealed with the wax emblem of a black rose. She had lifted it carefully, and looked inside She had remembered the past an...
31 Octobre 2015 Aubrey Parish, Louisiana Having spent the day exploring the town, Eleni noted the pleasant drizzle was becoming more and more aggressive. She let the wind rage at her, clad only in her lace and silk black summer dress and matching heels, somehow propelling her all the way back to the hotel. She felt like Mary Poppins without an umbrella. She'd learned a thing or two about Aubrey Parish. She learned waking up to the sound of the perky Al...
Chapter Three: Pas De Deux, Et Trois
The creepy noise that startled Eleni wasn't a ghost or a storm or whatever else she'd imagined. It was Dino. Walking into the hotel, Dino Dinelli throws his bags on the floor. He finally found the damn bed and breakfast after walking all over town and meeting so many odd people. He tromped up into the building and paused at the front counter. His mismatched eyes settled on the woman, sweat gleaming over every inch of his body and sticking his shirt to his chest and stomach like glue. "Aight, miss. ...
Chapter Four: The Red Question
The rain still howled as the wind blew through the Parish, and everyone was safely inside. Everyone, of course, except Eleni. She couldn't sleep after the strange encounter with Marius and staying in the sitting room of the hotel was too tempting. She had to be careful. It was the last thing she truly wanted, and yet, it was what was needed. Especially with the tattooed Casanova parading around the hotel, claiming to know her, discretion was the better part of valour if she really did intend this place t...
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