Thorne

Ethereal, is all there is to describe her. Laying there, her long dark hair splayed over the pillows. Her dress draping off the side of the bed. Her skin is gaining more colour. Beautiful.

"Shouldn't be long now" The witch queen says. Clinging to me like a leech. A short term annoyance, a means to an end. Don't worry dear. You'll join your husband. You will be fed to my Rose, when I turn her again.

It will be like it should be with us. No queens mark. Just obedience and adoration between a maker and sire. No pesky power shift or stubbornness from her. Compliance and love. 

"Do you have the transition potion prepared?" I ask the leech queen. She managed to detach herself from me and pass me a small glass bottle. "I still don't understand, why change her? Just kill her now. Whilst she's weak and human"  Her statement makes me sick. 

I take her wrists and throw her out of the room. She is pounding on the door and apologising. Pathetic woman. Pathe