Queen of My Immortal Heart

1923: This night was intense. Where in the hell had all those vampire Cast Outs come from? Now, it was just Nicoleta and Mortimer, her biggest foe. Mortimer had always been a pain in her ass. Ever since he'd found out who she was. The future Queen of all Immortals, which everyone knew, just not when it would actually happen. Once he found out that modern means of killing immortals had no effect on her, he’d become frustrated and went into hiding. That was a hundred years ago. Now, here she was, facing him once again but with the one weapon in existence that could kill her besides the sun and a wooden stake through the heart; The Immortal Silver Blade. It was said that the dagger was designed by Satan himself and created by a craftsman to the King of the Cast Outs, Lucard Satan. It’s blade, five inches of solid silver. The hilt was made of human bones and wrapped in dried human skin. The large red ruby in the bottom of the hilt, said to be the eye of Satan watching his enemies fall to return to hell where he could forever torture them, gleamed in the moonlight. It had been a fierce battle. She felt blood running down the side of her face with her sweat. Her whole body ached and burned from the sun beginning to peak over the horizon. She had to finish this before Mortimer finally succeeded in finishing her. “Time to end this, Nicoleta! You’ve lived long enough. With you gone, I’ll finally be GOD of Immortals!” Mortimer let out a laugh filled with evil and hate. “You will never be God, Mortimer! Even if you do kill me, which you won’t!” Nicole shouted. With that, Nicole kicked out with vampire speed to knock the blade from his grip. The look of shock on his face was priceless. With another powerful kick, she sent him flying into a patch of heather flowers. She watched him land hard on his back and heard the air whoosh from his lungs. He laid there dazed for a moment. “I warned you Mortimer,” she said calmly. “You can’t defeat me. I’m the ultimate Immortal. You may have found the one weapon that can kill me, but you have not the strength nor the intellect to kill me with it.” She walked over to his still limp body, her sword in hand. “This ends now, Mortimer,” she said lifting the sword above her head. Just as she was bringing down the sword for the fatal blow, Mortimer closed his eyes and traced away. “NO! Damn it!!” she shouted into the air. “I had him.” She fell to her knees, hot tears streaming from her eyes. Mortimer’s ultimate goal in life was to see Nicole destroyed, dead, dust. She was so frustrated. It was him or her and this ugly little game of cat and mouse was driving her insane. Just then she looked up and laying in the grass was the silver dagger. “Thank God,” she thought aloud. She retrieved the dagger and tucked it away in her bag. It would have to be destroyed or hidden from ever being found again. It was her only enemy in the world, the one thing that could kill her. Back to Kalgan's, she thought. Kalgan would know what to do with it. Kalgan McCrae was one of her few friends in the world. Only two hundred years her senior, he was one Immortal she could fully trust with her precious life. Being the only one true Immortal born of two true vampires in a thousand years, she was next in line to rule the Romanian Vampire kingdom. Most children born of two Immortals are born mortal. Mainly because one or both of their parents were mortal at one point. They change over to Immortals after their sixteenth birthday. Her father, Valtar, was the current ruler, but his time was coming to an end. He had ruled for over a thousand years with his wife and life mate, her mother Queen Ara. Nicole was their only child. The one problem, Nicole didn’t have her life mate yet. The love of her life, werewolf Luke Sangre, had left her almost one hundred and eleven years ago after his pack's headquarters was blown up by Cast Outs. It hurt her to think of ruling the kingdom alone, without her own life mate to share eternity with. Her parents were so happy together and love just flowed from them. Why couldn’t she have that too? She slumped her shoulders as more hot tears stung her eyes. She slowly stood and noticed that the sky was beginning to brighten, signaling the coming dawn. She'd be falling into her death sleep soon and needed to return to the safety of her room at Kalgan's house. She traced away as her tears began to flow.