She smiled her ruby lips, a twist of a smirk and a joyful smile. Her smile used to turn the head of any man she chose, until she went into a secret hiding. It had been worth it, to get the privelages of a queen even though entire countries thought she had been beheaded by her 'ex husband.' She still found it ironic that no one had realized that she was a vampire, instead they thought she did witchcraft. But Henry had never stopped loving her, just wanted her safe.
That's why she had been smuggled out of the tower before the hanging and placed with a god forsaken criminal, who looked very much like her. Except for the tine of the skin, the loss of glow to her cheeks, and her stupidness, something that had not left her even in the tower. As she picked up her wine glass again, the blood inside swished around in a swirl of the rich color. Anne Boleyn smiled to herself as her fangs engulfed the elixir of life.
