Chapter 15
Holland was a land of excesses for those fortunate enough to enjoy it. Every night was a feast, and there was always more if you desired. How the blood came to your table was never questioned, although many times it came fresh and frightened. After a while, the conscious becomes numb to what was happening around you. You wouldn't want it to spoil the revelries.
There were games in the evening, mostly sporting. Freshly made vampires would battle to the death over a single dog to feed their burning hunger. Money was always wagered, but the amount was meaningless. Amsterdam had instituted a stock exchange...the first the world had ever seen. Many vampires knew how to work it to their advantage, and the coffers overflowed. Being a Queen, my sister Debra was included in those secrets, and thus, I was as well. Sometimes the sport was a fresh hunt. Humans were released in a garden with no escape. Everyone would place bets on how long each individual would survive. The top winners from the previous event would do the hunting. My sister and I had our turn more than once.
Every night ended in a similar fashion, and that was with lustful debauchery. The privileged would gather in the throne room and the King would proclaim the evening concluded. Vampires would choose partners, or multiple partners, or sometimes everyone chose each other on the floor of the throne room itself. Humans and lowlife vampires were routinely auctioned of, and sometimes used as toys in front of everyone just for entertainment. Many considered the act living art. Each night was a mystery, and you never knew where or who you would wake with. It was not uncommon for my sister, Angie, or I to find ourselves in the bed of the royal couple themselves. Sometimes we were all there. There was no morality in Holland.
Queen Debra was not the same person as she was in Spain, or Venice, or even Romania. None of us were. Years of rule had weakened my sister's resolve, and now she was unburdened from that responsibility. We were intoxicated on pleasure, lust, greed, and living with never dying. The party was endless, and we were esteemed guests. Holland was our home and our Gomorrah.
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