Part 1

Rebecca, Hamlin, Jacob, Victoria, and Serge sat around a table in the Manor's study after sunset. Rebecca closed her eyes and smiled before speaking. A revenge more than a century in the making.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why I've called you here tonight." Rebecca said with a smile. "I'll get straight to the point, we're going to kill Count Titus."

"That man is thousands of years old, you wouldn't have been the first." Hamlin cautioned.

"I know his secret. I know why his fiefdom doesn't raise an army and reduce his precious castle to rubble." Rebecca replied, still smiling. "His mass suggestion spell across the entire valley is creation magic, Hamlin."

"If it's creation magic, you could bust it couldn't you?" Jacob asked, seeing what she was getting at.

"Exactly." Rebecca answered, an evil look on her face. "Yes Victoria I see you have a question?"

Victoria nodded. "Duchess, who’s Count Titus?"

"The oldest living vampire, and the one who made me a vampire 118 years ago." Rebecca answered. "Hamlin, how old did he claim to be?"

"His claim was nearly 5000 years, and if that’s the case I sincerely doubt Titus is his birth name." Hamlin answered.

"What makes you say that?" Jacob asked, but Hamlin merely shook his head in response.

"His name seems familiar." Jacob said, thinking. "I know that name, I definitely do."

"I do." Victoria said, as the thought finished forming. "He’s one of the backers of my family’s old illegal activities. Before we killed them all, that is."

"Which one was it?" Rebecca asked, curious.

"The one my family wouldn’t let me get even close to, slavery."

"While I can’t say I haven’t considered dabbling in slaves, indentured servitude is so much easier and so much more legal." Rebecca said calmly, but with clear malice in her voice. 

"Slaves, huh..." Jacob said, trailing off.

"We’re going to get started tonight, though it won’t be much at first, I want to figure out if he can even tell if the spell is gone."

"How far away is his little county?" Serge asked.

"Far enough that I’ll need Victoria to carry me."

"Duchess I’m not a pack horse." Victoria protested.

"We’ll go to the orphanage in Stonekeep on the weekend." Rebecca answered with a smile.

Victoria’s face flushed beet red as she thought about picking out her very own beautiful children.

"Easy there pervert keep it together." Jacob said, shaking his head.

"But Jacob," Victoria began, fidgeting in her seat, "Children are just so exquisitely beautiful. To have two of my own!" Victoria was panting by the time she finished speaking.

"It’s not too late to stake her, Boss." Jacob offered.

"I have my reasons, Jacob." Rebecca said with a wicked smile.