The Countess

The countess moved purposefully across the marble floor of the Museum of Antiquities; her bare feet soundlessly padding across the cool surface. Ligeia was intrigued by her new surroundings—her coffin had rested beneath the ruins of a forgotten castle in the countryside for the last 200 years. She had awakened to these new hunting grounds; her coffin having been moved with several other ancient items while she slept. She wore the bikini of her last kill—a drunken partygoer who strayed too far from the party. Fortuitous, she thought, considering just how disarming her appearance might be. In a flash, the huntress leapt to a window high above the displays and slipped into the night, anxious to sate her appetites in this unfamiliar city…