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Countess Elizabeth Montoir ruled her territory with an iron fist. People arrested in the county, noble and peasant alike, were rarely seen again. So a rumor started going around that the countess was a vampire, draining her prisoners as soon as night fell. All because apparently nobody had ever seen her outside during the day. Elizabeth was offended that her subjects would spread such a baseless (though entirely correct) rumor and made those spreading it her next prey. This only strengthened the rumor, causing a mob of people to raid her manor one night.

Elizabeth was of course not afraid of a mob of simple peasants, especially one stupid enough to try to fight her at night and when she saw them coming she quickly transformed into a bat, shedding her clothes and lying in wait above the foyer. Shortly after, there was a banging at the door, then a slamming, until finally it cracked and swung open violently. Elizabeth waited for the majority of the group to warily pass beneath her, then dropped her bat form, landing directly on top of a man carrying a pitchfork, knocking him to the ground with a clatter, and swiftly biting the back of his neck. The rest of the group turned around at the commotion to see her wipe the blood off her chin. The torchlight gave her deathly-white skin a warm glow and made her dark red eyes slightly less noticeable. "Sorry to drop in dressed like this, clothes aren't made to fit bats." Elizabeth announced while the mob shook off their shock. She used a hand to pull a large ball of blood from the man's neck, whom she was still casually sitting on. It floated slightly above her hand which she clenched into a fist, popping it. The scattered mob finally realized the threat over their confusion and charged her from all sides but, it was too late. The popped bubble of blood magic released streams in all directions, latching onto each of the villagers. They watched the distance widen as they continued to charge. The man Elizabeth was sitting on became a less-than-bloody smear as he shrunk beneath her.

Elizabeth stood up to her full height, towering above the shrunken mob. The doors slammed shut as she called an invisible breeze, trapping them inside. "None of you little morsels are leaving here alive tonight." She said with a smirk. "Unless one of your tiny splinters can get deep enough to stake my heart." The ensuing bloodbath was Elizabeth's delight. She reached down to pick up the screaming peasants which she swallowed one by one. For every shrunken man she ate she crushed two underfoot. The lucky ones were crushed accidentally, the unlucky ones were crushed slowly and painfully as she leaned into them and twisted her foot back and forth, listening to them scream and crunch. The ones in her stomach would have the worst luck though. Vampire stomachs are only meant to digest blood so the people splashed into her stomach acids to endure torturous hours slowly burning.

Once most of the people had been dealt with, Elizabeth returned to her throne with a fistful of squirming peasants. She laid back sideways in a very unladylike position, not that her naked feeding frenzy showed any decorum to the shrunken mob before. Her feet dangled off the side, bloodied and with disembodied limbs and torsos plastered to them. She lounged as she finished the rest of her meal plucking her screaming prey from her fist which otherwise dangled off the side of the throne.

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Description
Countess Elizabeth Montoir ruled her territory with an iron fist. People arrested in the county, noble and peasant alike, were rarely seen again. So a rumor started going around that the countess was a vampire, draining her prisoners as soon as night fell. All because apparently nobody had ever seen her outside during the day. Elizabeth was offended that her subjects would spread such a baseless (though entirely correct) rumor and made those spreading it her next prey. This only strengthened the rumor, causing a mob of people to raid her manor one night.

Elizabeth was of course not afraid of a mob of simple peasants, especially one stupid enough to try to fight her at night and when she saw them coming she quickly transformed into a bat, shedding her clothes and lying in wait above the foyer. Shortly after, there was a banging at the door, then a slamming, until finally it cracked and swung open violently. Elizabeth waited for the majority of the group to warily pass beneath her, then dropped her bat form, landing directly on top of a man carrying a pitchfork, knocking him to the ground with a clatter, and swiftly biting the back of his neck. The rest of the group turned around at the commotion to see her wipe the blood off her chin. The torchlight gave her deathly-white skin a warm glow and made her dark red eyes slightly less noticeable. "Sorry to drop in dressed like this, clothes aren't made to fit bats." Elizabeth announced while the mob shook off their shock. She used a hand to pull a large ball of blood from the man's neck, whom she was still casually sitting on. It floated slightly above her hand which she clenched into a fist, popping it. The scattered mob finally realized the threat over their confusion and charged her from all sides but, it was too late. The popped bubble of blood magic released streams in all directions, latching onto each of the villagers. They watched the distance widen as they continued to charge. The man Elizabeth was sitting on became a less-than-bloody smear as he shrunk beneath her.

Elizabeth stood up to her full height, towering above the shrunken mob. The doors slammed shut as she called an invisible breeze, trapping them inside. "None of you little morsels are leaving here alive tonight." She said with a smirk. "Unless one of your tiny splinters can get deep enough to stake my heart." The ensuing bloodbath was Elizabeth's delight. She reached down to pick up the screaming peasants which she swallowed one by one. For every shrunken man she ate she crushed two underfoot. The lucky ones were crushed accidentally, the unlucky ones were crushed slowly and painfully as she leaned into them and twisted her foot back and forth, listening to them scream and crunch. The ones in her stomach would have the worst luck though. Vampire stomachs are only meant to digest blood so the people splashed into her stomach acids to endure torturous hours slowly burning.

Once most of the people had been dealt with, Elizabeth returned to her throne with a fistful of squirming peasants. She laid back sideways in a very unladylike position, not that her naked feeding frenzy showed any decorum to the shrunken mob before. Her feet dangled off the side, bloodied and with disembodied limbs and torsos plastered to them. She lounged as she finished the rest of her meal plucking her screaming prey from her fist which otherwise dangled off the side of the throne.

available in 4k and individual images on patreon