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Elizabeth returned to her home in a foul mood. First, her slutty sister got to run off with the eyebrow licker and now she’d ruined her chances with her rich suitor, Mr. Darcy. Not to mention those half-dozen orphanages she and her aunt and uncle had hit on the way back from Derbyshire, had slowed their journey considerably, even though she knew she should have rushed to comfort her dear Mama.
Such a shame, they had to leave Derbyshire with its considerably large orphanage. As she and her aunt and uncle had been preparing to leave the inn, one of the few remaining servants had told them that the nearby orphanage was expected to get a new shipment of fresh workhouse children.
Damn.
After Elizabeth removed her wide-brimmed hat, thick gloves, heavy scarves and coat, the last person she wanted to see came bounding up to her.
“Wonderful news, Lizzy!” Her liberal pussy, ass kissing sister, Jane, said with an unnatural twinkle in her eyes. “Mr. Wickham has married our whore sister, Lydia.”
Elizabeth stomped a foot. “That douche!”
Jane frowned. “I thought you’d be happy for her.”
“Whatever.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes while waving away Jane with a flick of the wrist. “I’ll be in my room.”
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Jane strode toward her sister’s bedroom with purpose in her gait. Ever since their family had caught that nasty vampire virus, Elizabeth had become a totally different person and not just because she was a demonic blood-thirsty, pillager of human life. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Elizabeth had now developed a somewhat cynical nature.
Jane remembered when she and her sister had shared a close bond, but ever since their first disagreement over the lifeless corpse of their stable boy, their relationship had gone downhill. Now that their slutty sister was gone, it would just be Jane and Elizabeth. Jane knew it was time the two sisters made amends. She only hoped Elizabeth would be amenable to reconciliation.
Jane raised a shaky hand and tentatively knocked on her sister’s door. That’s when she heard the strange rattle coming from the other side. Jane arched a brow. What was her sister doing?
When she knocked again and Elizabeth didn’t answer, Jane opened the door and peeked inside. “Lizzy?” she asked.
Elizabeth disappeared beneath a flurry of bedcovers before swearing like a sailor. “Yes, yes,” she snapped, “give me a few seconds to put away my vibrator.”
Jane felt heat inflame her cheeks, despite the fact that she was actually supposed to be cold-blooded, or devoid of blood, or something like that. “Oh, I’m sorry, do you want me to come back later.” She asked while averting her gaze.
“No, I was just getting started.” Elizabeth sat up and waved her over. “Come on. I’ll finish when we’re through talking.” She threw her legs over the side of the bed and patted a spot beside her. “So what is it?”
Jane shuffled her feet toward her sister and gingerly sat on top of the coverlet. “I dunno. I feel kind of awkward now.” She scratched the back of her scalp while keeping her gaze focused on her toes.
Jane shrieked back as Elizabeth leaned over and placed a clammy hand on her wrist. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t touch me,” Jane said while wiping the back of her arm on the coverlet.
Elizabeth heaved a sigh. “I haven’t got all night, Jane.”
Jane grimaced, feeling disgusted that she wanted to reconcile with her sister in the first place. “I-I was just thinking that after Lydia’s scandal, nobody will want to marry us now,” she blurted.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “So what’s your point?”
Casting her gaze heavenward, Jane threw up her hands. That’s when she noticed the handcuffs hanging from the top of her sister’s bedpost. “Nobody will want to associate with us. Her whore taint will rub off on us.”
Elizabeth laughed. “So you think the fact that we are demonic, bloodsucking vampires isn’t enough of a taint?”
“I guess you’ve got a point.”
“Good, now go run along.” Elizabeth shoved Jane so hard, she stumbled off the bed and nearly fell onto the floor. “I’ve been working up a nice little fantasy about Wickam’s tongue all day.”