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Her first night to be set free on the world again.....
She sat in the shadows in a parlor that resided in her mansion. She had a small table next to her in which a wine bottle and a glass sat. She sat on the sitting couch, staring into the fire as she drank. She smiled to herself, the light flickering across her face. Her dress was old fashioned and her skin like ivory. She was obviously rich, jewels in her gown, in her hair, and around her limbs. She had a beautiful smile with many white teeth, almost unnatural. Her hair was as dark as the starless sky, skin as pale as a full moon.
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.
A few hours later she was out and about, walking the streets in very odd clothing she had been given by one of her servants. She saw the sun peek over the horizon, and she shielded herself from the sun with her arm and a scream, but thats when she realized it did not hurt her. She had forgotten that she had now been a vampire for over four hundred years which meant the sun would not hurt her, as her mentor had said.
As she continued to walk she saw a place that was cast in shadows and sun, gleaming at her. She stepped closer to the railed off place, grabbing a chain that hung down. To her horror and dismay she saw a marble square shaped stone which read, "Site of Execution."
Her hands gripped the chain so hard her hands began to drip blood. She did not care though, she only felt the anger surge to her from the remembrance of Henry betraying her. There had been many truths revealed to her when she had been smuggled into hiding, but not enough. So now, Anne Boleyn was free to roam as her vampire self, and looking for vengeance.
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