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Richard Francis Burton spent the majority of his youth enlisted as a Calvary officer for the British Military. After enlisting at the age of eighteen he spent ten years on various deployments mainly to the East, Indian, and Middle Eastern countries. He prided himself on being the very best at everything he did. A strong, and virile young man he was regarded by women as being the playful, and non-assuming sort who flattered them so they seemed to fall at his feet. After the first 5 years of his military service he was titled as Captain, and later knighted for his efforts.

Dick had a preference for the exotic, however, and it was this which led him to Greater India, where he began the process of various business deals, and routes all associated with the East India Trading Company.  He fell in love with a beguiling young Indian woman called Ashti, but in England people were still uncertain of the purpose for Sleeping Dictionaries, and how they related to the Trading Routes themselves. Ashti had been the Dictionary chosen to affluence, and instruct Richard in Sanskrit, and many other Indian dialects. She taught him a great number of things, and unlike the civilized world India boasted of the glories of human sexuality.

Richard consumed the books, and her teachings with a fiery intensity so much that some said he had become obsessed. The work presented itself as the ‘Kama Sutra,” and was the first English attempt at translation.

It became a huge success. Richard left on a short trip to London bringing his beloved with him, but knowing finer society may have an issue with her. He doted upon her left, and right and then decided to marry her correctly by English tradition. A strong protestant believer even in his libertine functions Dick always wanted Ashti to feel accepted regardless of where she had come from.

One fine morning just before dawn his beautiful wife, whom had adopted the Christian English name of Isabelle Marie Burton, awoke to find Richard had not returned. It was so early even that the Roosters had yet to even crow. Isabelle sat up instantly within their grande four-post bed only to spot a pair of blood red glowing eyes staring in the darkness. At the foot of the bed they simply singed in the black shadows the only visible light within the room. Isabelle screamed in horror as recognition filled her eyes, in vain because as soon as a sound fled her lips the creature watching had pounced. Jaws wide open as a mouthful of razor sharp canines tore into her left shoulder. Isabelle’s mouth flew agape as her warm blood pooled into the creature’s mouth.  She twitched and kicked back at it her attempts all serving to be futile until finally her body began to still falling lifeless to the jaws of the predator above her. The sinew of her flesh was still visible when the police found her the next day that beautiful face contorted with the lips left parted as if one final word had meant to flee them, but never had the chance.

Richard awoke in the forest covered in blood, and completely naked. He was filthy, and couldn’t imagine how he had ended up there. Nothing made sense, and it took him several hours to find his way back to town. He snuck up into his hotel room readying himself for the day, and thinking he should go find out where exactly Isabelle was. Yet, as he descended the staircase to meet the management word was given that Isabelle had been murdered, her body ravaged, and emptied of all of her blood.

Few cared; however, this was simply just an Indian girl who had been lucky enough to find the love of a charming English Captain. Richard was outraged, and demanded that her murderer be found at once.

He decided to return back to Indian, and immerse himself in the trading routes he had recently established with an old comrade, and fellow writer; Chevalier Leopold von Sacher Masoch.

It was only once he arrived in Indian that he began to connect the dots.

Two weeks prior to the full moon some sort of large wolf had attacked Richard. It had been just before he, and Isabelle had planned their short trip to London. In the process Dick had fired a few shots from his revolver wounding the animal just in time to save his own life. The wolf, however, succeeded in biting his wrist just as he lifted the gun to fire straight between its eyes.

He balked when the bullet just ricocheted right off the animals head, and firing yet again the wolf bounded away in fear leaving nothing but shadows in it’s wake. Richard had blown the animal off, and returned home only to explain to Isabelle that he had a minor accident with a dog in town. He never did care to tell her how dangerous some of the work he did actually was.

As a side project Richard had began to study different herbal toxicities, and the strengths of opium, cannabinoids, and cocaine. He hoped to one day secure the heroin trade of the Middle East, and wished to know the many plants, which enticed euphoric states that India had hidden in her vast, and beautiful jungles. This had been his mistake for the wolf had been no mere canine, no; the wolf had been a lycanthrope and infected Dick with his very own disease.

As Richard put the two and two together he finally came to the crushing realization that he had killed his beloved Isabelle. In a fit of rage he tore apart his laboratory smashing beakers, and jars all a reaction due to the weight of the truth; he had killed Isabelle. He had become a monster, and he had no idea how he could stop it.

Realizing that he could neither deny nor change what he had become Dick decided to take it upon hiRichard Francis Burton spent the majority of his youth enlisted as a Calvary officer for the British Military. After enlisting at the age of eighteen he spent ten years on various deployments mainly to the East, Indian, and Middle Eastern countries. He prided himself on being the very best at everything he did. A strong, and virile young man he was regarded by women as being the playful, and non-assuming sort who flattered them so they seemed to fall at his feet. After the first 5 years of his military service he was titled as Captain, and later knighted for his efforts.

Dick had a preference for the exotic, however, and it was this which led him to Greater India, where he began the process of various business deals, and routes all associated with the East India Trading Company.  He fell in love with a beguiling young Indian woman called Ashti, but in England people were still uncertain of the purpose for Sleeping Dictionaries, and how they related to the Trading Routes themselves. Ashti had been the Dictionary chosen to affluence, and instruct Richard in Sanskrit, and many other Indian dialects. She taught him a great number of things, and unlike the civilized world India boasted of the glories of human sexuality.

Richard consumed the books, and her teachings with a fiery intensity so much that some said he had become obsessed. The work presented itself as the ‘Kama Sutra,” and was the first English attempt at translation.

It became a huge success. Richard left on a short trip to London bringing his beloved with him, but knowing finer society may have an issue with her. He doted upon her left, and right and then decided to marry her correctly by English tradition. A strong protestant believer even in his libertine functions Dick always wanted Ashti to feel accepted regardless of where she had come from.

One fine morning just before dawn his beautiful wife, whom had adopted the Christian English name of Isabelle Marie Burton, awoke to find Richard had not returned. It was so early even that the Roosters had yet to even crow. Isabelle sat up instantly within their grande four-post bed only to spot a pair of blood red glowing eyes staring in the darkness. At the foot of the bed they simply singed in the black shadows the only visible light within the room. Isabelle screamed in horror as recognition filled her eyes, in vain because as soon as a sound fled her lips the creature watching had pounced. Jaws wide open as a mouthful of razor sharp canines tore into her left shoulder. Isabelle’s mouth flew agape as her warm blood pooled into the creature’s mouth.  She twitched and kicked back at it her attempts all serving to be futile until finally her body began to still falling lifeless to the jaws of the predator above her. The sinew of her flesh was still visible when the police found her the next day that beautiful face contorted with the lips left parted as if one final word had meant to flee them, but never had the chance.

Richard awoke in the forest covered in blood, and completely naked. He was filthy, and couldn’t imagine how he had ended up there. Nothing made sense, and it took him several hours to find his way back to town. He snuck up into his hotel room readying himself for the day, and thinking he should go find out where exactly Isabelle was. Yet, as he descended the staircase to meet the management word was given that Isabelle had been murdered, her body ravaged, and emptied of all of her blood.

Few cared; however, this was simply just an Indian girl who had been lucky enough to find the love of a charming English Captain. Richard was outraged, and demanded that her murderer be found at once.

He decided to return back to Indian, and immerse himself in the trading routes he had recently established with an old comrade, and fellow writer; Chevalier Leopold von Sacher Masoch.

It was only once he arrived in Indian that he began to connect the dots.

Two weeks prior to the full moon some sort of large wolf had attacked Richard. It had been just before he, and Isabelle had planned their short trip to London. In the process Dick had fired a few shots from his revolver wounding the animal just in time to save his own life. The wolf, however, succeeded in biting his wrist just as he lifted the gun to fire straight between its eyes.

He balked when the bullet just ricocheted right off the animals head, and firing yet again the wolf bounded away in fear leaving nothing but shadows in it’s wake. Richard had blown the animal off, and returned home only to explain to Isabelle that he had a minor accident with a dog in town. He never did care to tell her how dangerous some of the work he did actually was.

As a side project Richard had began to study different herbal toxicities, and the strengths of opium, cannabinoids, and cocaine. He hoped to one day secure the heroin trade of the Middle East, and wished to know the many plants, which enticed euphoric states that India had hidden in her vast, and beautiful jungles. This had been his mistake for the wolf had been no mere canine, no; the wolf had been a lycanthrope and infected Dick with his very own disease.

As Richard put the two and two together he finally came to the crushing realization that he had killed his beloved Isabelle. In a fit of rage he tore apart his laboratory smashing beakers, and jars all a reaction due to the weight of the truth; he had killed Isabelle. He had become a monster, and he had no idea how he could stop it.

Realizing that he could neither deny nor change what he had become Dick decided to take it upon himself to study blood, and viruses of which he soon learnt fueled several different afflictions. Lycanthropy, Vampirism, and even the Reanimation of the Undead were all known blood viruses that had a terrible effect upon humans.

After 2 years of spending time in India Richard received word that Leopold needed to see him, and it was then that he decided a change of scenery may be well overdue. Once seeing him they would discuss the strengthening of their trading routes, and the new heroin trade. He arrived in Lemberg only to meet the most enchanting, and beautiful of ladies; those of von Masoch.

It didn’t take Dick long to realize which daughter was the strongest, and which was the most likely to survive without the security of a man. It amused him as she reminded him of the European version of his beloved Isabelle. Her name was Kaira von Masoch, but his thoughts about a happy content life with any woman had been squashed when Isabelle died, and as luck would have it Dick’s arrival in Lemberg seemed to happen at the very same time strange headlines began to fill the town newspapers.

There was another beast in the vicinity, but this one seemed to have no control over his monstrous appetite. Richard’s only clue was a single sentence he had found torn from a book near the first victim’s house. It read: “Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore.’”

A flash of white lightning filled the sky. In the distance gray clouds began to roll towards the coastline, and a far off thunder reverberated towards the small fishing boat that settled within the turquoise waves of the Destin Harbor. Captain Wesley Wright knew what it meant, and he called out to his first mate to pull up the last net for the day. Left with little time to get back to land he wanted to make the most of the catch before the storm descended upon them. Easton Pryce gave a nod of acknowledgment, and a waving hand signaled the other four deckhands to start wheeling it in,

“Wheel her in, Jon!” Easton’s voice called out across the boat deck. Wesley turned around to walk back to the bridge, and begin taking the purse seiner back towards the shore. He knew his five-man crew could handle the rest of the catch process. Working with the five of them for the past seven years Captain Wright had come to learn quite a bit about his boys. The first mate was his best friend from college, and Easton was a brilliant navigator himself. After that the four deck hands were all close family friends. People Wesley knew he could count on with his life, and being at sea that was the most important attribute a fisherman could have. Jonathon Merritt, Bradley Knox, David Carter, and Craig Grayson were the best crew he could find, and he knew it. Wesley made his way to the steering wheel like every other time he did it not expecting to hear a sudden shock of awe, and terror come from all his boys at once.

“Captain Wright! You better come see this!” Brad’s face peered into the doorway of the bridge with a sound of urgency in it.

“What’s the problem, Brad? You know I’ve got to get us back to land before that bitch of a storm is right on top of us.” Wesley pointed out the window shaking his head. As far as he knew there wasn’t a thing they could have pulled up in the nets that could be worth getting them stuck out here during a torrential downpour.

“Yeah, I know, but we don’t know what to do with this.” Brad murmured turning around to walk back out onto the deck. Wesley frowned. He had not yet drawn up anchor, but whatever had Brad wanting him to come out onto the deck to see what they have caught must’ve been important enough to stop him from doing so. Brad lead the way with Wesley in tow, and as he came out onto deck his eyes widened when the four other men pointed up at the tangled creature inside their nets.

“What do you make of that, Wes?” Dave pointed up at the net standing some distance away from it. Inside Wesley quickly made out the form of a large aquatic creature with humanoid features. It was a female if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him as it was. Long flowing black hair seemed to be matted to her back, which had a bluish turquoise dorsal fin protruding out of the spinal column. Staring back at him were large, onyx eyes that were filled with an animalistic terror. A long silvery blue tail accompanied her body though her chest was bared saved for the matted hair that covered very parts of her shoulders, and clavicle. Kelp, and other ocean debris had been caught in her hair as well, and the look of the creature immediately brought the word mermaid to mind.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Was all that came out of Wes’s mouth. By this point he had heard many rumors about mermaids. Being in the business of deep sea fishing you would have had to been deaf, dumb, and blind not to have heard the legends, but Wes never believed something like that could actually be real.

Immediately the creature began to make odds shrieking noises like the sonar that dolphins, or whales used. The entire crew covered their ears doubling over in pain as she continued the shrieking. Craig pressed the lever button on the net to draw it closer to the deck with one free hand, and shook his head in pain. The sudden shift caused the mermaid to squirm, but the movement silenced her shrieking much to the relief of the crew. Wes knew his men were waiting for his call on what to do with the creature, and the roaring thunder off in the distance wasn’t making it any easier to make a decision. He pursed his lips for a moment in thought, and finally decided to call in the coast guard the moment they all made it back to the shore.

“Keep it netted, we’ll call the coast guard when we get back to the marina. A find like this needs to be documented by them at least. I don’t know what else to do with it.” He sighed walking away from the creature, and back towards the bridge. The men behind him all gave nods, and Dave responded with a mumble,

“That’s what I thought you would say. I just want to get the hell out of here. Starting to get too trippy for me.” Craig began to fasten the net in place making sure the creature couldn’t escape for the forty-minute ride back to the marina. Something like this wasn’t to be messed with in his mind. Unlike the rest of the crew Craig was a bit superstitious, and the storm clouds rolling in out of nowhere seemed to coincide with catching the mermaid. He kept his thoughts to himself though, and as the rest of the crew began to single file back towards the bridge he gave her one more glance over, and shook his head. Being on board with that thing was going to be difficult for him, and if he were captain he would have called to release her the moment they drew her up. Wes had a point, and Craig knew it, but he didn’t like the consequences this could have on the crew. What if the marine biologists got wind of this? Would they put a freeze on the fishing out here? If they did what would that mean financially for the whole crew? On the one hand he could see how Wesley didn’t want to upset the coast guard by not reporting the find, but on the other he really felt unnerved over the entire situation just like Dave said the ordeal was getting way too trippy, and he wanted to be as far away from that thing as possible. He slid his body into the cabin, and took lean against he back wall.

“So what do you think it is, Cap’n?” Easton inquired. Wesley had taken to the wheel, and Easton was busy pulling up anchor as he asked. Easton could tell that Wes was having a hard time making conversation about the catch, and he couldn’t blame him.

“Well, what does it look like to you, East?” Wes gave a sideways glance at him as the other boys all watched the exchange.

“Uh, I didn’t really want to say, but it looks like a damn mermaid.” He responded. Craig folded his arms over his chest, and peered out the window. The expression on his face was anything, but impressed.

“Yeah, I’d say it was a mermaid.” Dave replied. Brad nodded in agreement giving only a somber response of,

“Yeah, a mermaid.” They all looked back at Wesley as Jon shook his head in disbelief.

“There’s got to be some other explanation. It can’t be a mermaid. Mermaids don’t exist.” He retorted, but Wesley shook his head in disagreement.

“There sure as hell ain’t any other explanation in my book, Jon Looks like a mermaid, acts like a mermaid, if seeing is believing it’s a mermaid. How can you say its not? We’ve been fishing these waters for a long damn time, and we’ve never come up on something like that. It’s not a manatee, and it sure as hell isn’t a fish, or a whale. If that’s a dolphin I’ve never seen one in my life.”  He huffed as soon as he finished his sentence. Dave, Craig, Easton, and Brad all looked back over at Jon to see what he would say.

“A mermaid, Wes? Come on. That is exactly my point. The six of us have been fishing out here for nearly a decade, and none of us have ever seen anything like it? We are all native Floridians. There has to be some explanation. If there were mermaids out here the coast guard, and oilrigs would be shut down already. There is no way that…thing is a mermaid. What if it’s an alien? Hell you conspiracy nuts have really lost it this time, and what about you, Craig? You haven’t said a word. Superstition got you quiet all of a suddenly?” His tone was accusatory, and almost condescending to the rest of the group. Easton’s eyebrows quirked as he narrowed his eyes, and began interrupted before Craig could reply,

“Well, if you know so damn much you give us an explanation, Mr. Science Know It All!”  Brad’s eyes narrowed back, and he immediately took an aggressive stance,

“It’s got to be a whale of some sort. Didn’t you hear the sounds it was making? Just because it has hair doesn’t make it a mermaid! Lots of animals have hair!” He screeched in anger.

“Bull, Jon! That thing has human features! It doesn’t look like a damn whale!” Wesley immediately barked in an authoritative tone to get the boys back in line.

“That’s enough from the both of you! None of us know what the hell it is, and that is why we are calling in the guard as soon as we hit the marina. Knock it off with the bickering you sound worse than my wife when she’s nagging me to do some yard work!” Easton chuckled shaking his head, and turning to walk closer to Craig.

“Buddy, tell us what you think since Jonny Boy over here seems to think it’s a whale.” Craig shifted his weight uncomfortably, and shook his head again.

“I don’t wanna get into the middle of this, East. I’m just going to mind my tongue for the rest of the ride if you don’t mind.” He murmured casting a glance back out the window towards the storm that kept rolling closer, and closer. Easton wasn’t about to take no for an answer, and put the pressure on him again,

“Oh, come on, Craig. At least tell me what you think the thing is.” Craig glanced back at Easton, and shook his head again,

“I really don’t want to get into this, East, but,” Craig looked over a Jon before completing his sentence, “ I think it is a mermaid, or a siren whatever you want to call it, and its not the first time I’ve ever of one being caught out here either.” He closed his mouth uptight after that, and leant further into the wall behind him. It was obvious to him that the rest of them were astonished by his confession, but he really didn’t want to recount the story.

The sun blazed overhead so much that the sand itself seemed to radiate a steamy heat that added to the scorching temperature. Marisol Ramirez had awoken early that morning knowing that the day would soon become a blistering inferno. The heat in the desert of Iran was not like the heat of other deserts. In this place it seemed to cook one alive even beneath the shade of canvas meant to protect the inhabitants from the harmful effects of the sunrays. Dressed in khaki shorts, and a white tank top Marisol looked like the average archaeologist working on an average day dig, but something about this day was different. It was as if the very air itself held a mystical quality that spoke of the strange outcome the afternoon would unveil. The crew had been working the dig for two months already, and so far they had come across several different relics, but nothing extremely fascinating.

Yet as all things passed Marisol still believed there was much to be found at the site, and with her boyfriend, David to make the days go by faster the team made the most of their job. She sat beneath a table dusting off various pottery pieces, and musing of the craftsmanship that had lasted through several ages, “You know something, Molly? I don’t think we have found the Ark of the Covenant, or the Holy Grail, but I feel as if there is something to these pieces. I’ve traveled across the entire world, and something about these artifacts just seems different to me. Maybe I am wrong?” These were the types of odd statements that Marisol had become infamous for saying, and it was this mentality that kept the rest of her crew engaged. Always believing that someday they would be the next team to uncover the remains of the Titanic, or something or equal value to the world. Today would be the day that Ms. Ramirez’s team did precisely that, and it came about the moment that James called across the terrain to the two women sitting idly beneath the canvas tent.

“Mari, Molly come see what David, Sam, and I just uncovered!” His voice echoed across the flat, and rocky plain so much that Marisol jumped out of her seat in shock. Whatever he had found obviously must have been important because James was usually fairly quiet, and reserved. He was the interpreter, and hieroglyphics specialist for the team with experience with twelve known languages, and a specialization in cuneiform. It had been that degree of specialty that added to his resume when he was hired. Marisol found his professionalism, and his collected nature refreshing, but today he seemed to be behaving like a child on Christmas morning. The excitement exuded him as the two women jumped to their feet, and ran towards the sectioned-off dig site. Molly trailed behind Mari only slightly, and it was only because Marisol had instantly sped off in a sprint to see what the fuss was. As soon as the two women came to stand at the edge of the hole their mouths fell open in surprise. Each of the three men stood in parallel to two large tablets approximately 2 feet long by a foot, and a half wide. Across the tablets was the familiar scribing of Ancient Sumerian cuneiform, and it appeared each of them was in perfect condition. It seemed as if silence had overtaken the entire crew, and quietly they stood over the hole unable to formulate words as their eyes bore into the rock carved tablets.

“Well, say something, Marisol.” David finally interrupted her thoughts with a query about her expertise on the matter, “What is it, or do you have any idea?” He continued. Mari still stood starting at the tablets with an inquisitive look, and after a moment she finally spoke.

“It looks like cuneiform, and the tablets appear to be historical documents. I can’t say from this position, and I am sure that James would be able to more accurately explain them than I can. This is beyond my expertise. I will say that they are definitely Sumerian in nature. I can’t see them being any other cultural language from the cuneiform. It is definitely consistent with Mesopotamian culture.” Jumping down into the hole Marisol knelt beside the tablets and scanned them closely. Molly slid down the side of the hole, and also knelt beside her. She had been just as equally esteemed in languages as James was, but nowhere near his level of experience with only five years in field service. She gave a slight nod, and murmured in agreement.

“I would have to agree with Mari. It definitely appears to be consistent with Babylonian culture to me. I’ve seen similar tablets, but not as large as these two are. If I didn’t know any better I would have assumed they were the Ten Commandments due to the size. It is really unbelievable that they are not cracked, or worn in the least bit.” Her eyes fanned over the tablets in amazement, and Sam finally piped up.

“Moving these is going to be a real pain in the butt you know? We are going to have to contact the Iranian authorities, and I am not so sure they are going to be willing to let us move them out of the country.” Sam always seemed to be the logical one, and he often worried about upsetting Middle Eastern authorities due to the nature of their work, and them not being Muslim. It was still a dangerous area of the world whether one was working for the government or not.

Farahilde Ada von Masoch was the youngest of all the fairer, and more elegant young ladies of Limburg, Austria. Born of a scandalous affair between her mother, and a nobleman. She was born out of wedlock, and therefore unable to claim heir ship to anything he possessed, but to her fortunate fate her grandmother was the Baroness of the city. As it were Farahilde was sort of the orphaned Cinderella who by goodwill only barely skid by on being a pauper rather than somewhat proper. Nevertheless it was this lack of pure right to anything that made Farahilde linger more in the shadows than most girls her age. It wasn’t that Farahilde was so young she could not be courted, but more so because of her dislike for some of the words others associated with both her, and her family; a subject of rumors that were the lifeblood of these sorts of people. She was stunning truthfully with ruby red lips, and ringlets of silken chestnut brown. They fell like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders, and framed a heart shaped face. She even possessed the pouting lips of a siren, and somehow all she wanted was to find the proper male to kiss them. Like something out of a fairytale as her prince charming descended the next fine twisting staircase.

Such things never happened, and Farahilde at seventeen years of age only wanted to be that princess for just one night. Then it so happened that the announcement of her cousin’s arrival from Switzerland would bring about a ball for all ages one where Farahilde was expected to show up simply because of the guest of honor’s position to come in society. Such a surprise brought a wicked grin to capture Fara’s lips, and bounding away into her grandmother’s room she announced lively, “There is to be a ball in honor of Kai’s return from Switzerland! When can we go?” She clasped her hands in front of her, and smiled widely.

“A ball in honor of Kai’s return? This is not going to become one of those scandalous affairs that Leo designs now is it, Farahilde?” Charlotte her grandmother, asked.

“Scandalous affairs? Grandmother, no! This is going to be a dance. It will be so fun. Please don’t separate me from the rest of the family.” She whined. Charlotte peered back out the window, and groaned.

“Oh, for Heaven’s Sakes, Farahilde. I truly do not want to go to anything that is ran out of the Lamplighter’s Inn. You must understand my reasons, and what if Magdelyn shows up? I cannot be seen with that grandchild anytime before my funeral.” She said matter-of-factly. Farahilde frowned, and sighed.

“So I cannot go then, grandmother?” She asked again sadly.

“I cannot be a part of such a thing. I forbid it, and I will make sure to have my servants Anaise, and Daniella warn me if you venture out for it also.” She said waving her hand for Farahilde to depart.

“This is so cruel, grandmother.” She said traipsing out of the parlor, and running towards her room. Always forbidden from doing anything that was remotely entertaining Farahilde fell in a heap on her bed, crying. There she cried, and cried until the moment that finally dawn broke through her curtains, and the sun fanned across her face. She arose quickly, and darted out the door to go visit her cousin. If there was any particular person who could help her with this venture it was she. She would find some way to keep Anaise and Daniella quiet, and some way to appease grandmother Charlotte enough for Farahilde to enjoy the benefits of a ball, “I will attend that ball, and no guardian, or mean servants will prevent it. I just know Kai-Kai will find some way.” So when Farahilde found herself approaching the stairs to her uncle Leo’s tavern she grinned happily. Her cousin may not have been any fairy godmother, but she certainly knew how to make wishes come true. At least in all that Farahilde had seen. She clutched the doorknob, and opened the door waltzing straight into the parlor.

“Oh, Fara!” Her cousin, Kai exclaimed. A woman of equal beauty stood before her, and some even said Farahilde resembled her more than anyone else. With an alabaster white complexion, and cheeks a soft tinge of crimson her cousin also had fabulous onyx locks. The same heart-shaped face was framed by the only minor difference between them, which was, the shade of their hair. Kai also had the most dazzling of eyes that seemed to appear like vermillion as opposed to any usual hue that irises tended to possess. It was a unique trait, and one of Kai’s most beautiful features. They instantly drew one into them, and upon settling on Farahilde they did the very same to her.

“Kai-Kai! I heard all about the ball.” She started, “And I am sure you are aware that grandmother has forbid me to go as was expected.” She whispered. Kai gave a nod, and looked over at her sister, Bethy.

“Yes, Bethy and I were quite expecting that. Not to worry, Fara, dear. I have already invited Anaise and Daniella before grandmother will be able to get a hold of them. So you can sneak out while Bethy, and I make certain grandmother receives her nightly tea a bit earlier than usual. She will never know the difference, but you still only have until midnight to enjoy the festivities. Is that understood?” Kai asked. Farahilde smiled from ear to ear, and began nodding quickly.

“Of course! How genius of you both! It will be perfect. Now, then what about my wardrobe?” She asked enthusiastically.

“Bethy, will accompany you down to the tailor, and a dress shall be prepared. Now shoo the two of you off to have fun.” Kai smiled turning around, and waving the two women off for the adventure in shopping. It appeared Farahilde’s fantasy of enjoying an aristocratic ball was going to be, and the Cinderella treatment was now being paid off.

As Bethy, and Fara ran out of the room Kai gave a soft chuckle, and returned to preparing invitations for the event. The sound of Bethy’s giggling as she chased Farahilde down the staircase reverberated throughout the house, which only served to bring Kai a larger smile. She crossed to the window, and watched as the two younger girls ran out the door towards the carriage waiting in the drive. Bethy’s platinum blonde curls were still bouncing when the footman offered to help her inside. Fara brought her hands together, and began to wring them nervously. It was obvious all she wanted was to enjoy the night her grandmother had forbid her from attending. As soon as the two girls had seated themselves Bethy leant out the window and waved towards her elder sister, “We will be back with something exquisite assuredly Kai!” She called before settling back down in her seat. Her eyes ran back to Farahilde, and she grinned impishly.

“Oh, I am so excited Bethy. I just cannot imagine how much fun we will all have. Will there be any royalty? Will there be anyone I can dance with? Oh, must I have a dance card too?” Farahilde was filled with questions, and they all flooded out of her mouth so quickly Bethy didn’t know which to answer first.

“Oh, Farahilde calm down some, dear. Of course there will be some royalty. These sorts of events bring in the most prestigious of men you know. As for dancing I am certain there will be someone who will dazzle you with such. The dance cards are something that Kai handles, and she will give you one when the time comes. Now stop fretting so much. We will indeed have so much fun you will not know what to do with it all. I promise.” Bethy gave a wink as she settled back against her seat. In no time the carriage came to a complete halt, and the footman opened the door to aid the ladies to their quest.

“We have arrived Mademoiselle Leisbeth.” The footman said.

“Thank you so much, Jacques.” Bethy replied as her hand slid into his own. A genteel smile was given in gratitude as he helped her to the ground. Farahilde smiled just a widely at the man as he helped her do the same, and as she turned around to note the tailor chosen her mouth flew open and a loud sigh emitted her lips.

“Oh, my Bethy this is the most expensive tailor in the entire city!” She exclaimed. As surprised as she was Bethy chuckled, and nodded.

“Yes, that it is, Farahilde. You should know that Kai does not fret over spending lavishly on these sorts of things. Why would she do so when it came to you? This is your chance to be the belle of the ball, no?” Bethy replied. Farahilde smiled, and linked her arm with her cousin’s as she led the way into the tailoring shop. All around them were bolts of the finest silk, and satin in all manner of décor, and design. They came in every hue Farahilde could have asked for, but in the shop window there was a ball gown that caught her eye in a matter of moments. It was a soft golden yellow gown that seemed to shimmer like rays of the sun when the light hit it. It cast a luminous glow that Farahilde thought had an aura like an angel would. Her eyes steadied on the gown, and breaking free from Bethy she strode over to it in awe.

“Tailor, how much for this gown?” She asked curiously. The seamstress came to her side, and peered over the gown with a proud grin.

“This one is a bit expensive, but it would like fine on a dame like yourself. Shall we fit it for you?” She asked.

“The price is of no consequence, Farahilde. If this is the gown you like then your wish shall be granted. You’re the princess today.” She replied as her own eyes scanned the gown appreciatively, “I must say it is quite the lovely gown, and as she said it would look beautiful on you.”  Farahilde smiled, and gave a nod to the seamstress.

“Yes, I would love to be fitted for this particular gown, and as my cousin said price is of no consequence. Where shall I go for the fitting?” Fara asked her curiously. The seamstress motioned towards the back, and began to walk away.

“Follow me this way, dear. Might I have your name?” She asked.

“Yes, Farahilde. Please call me Fara.” She responded. Bethy followed the two with a happy smile. It seemed that finding Fara the perfect dress was not going to be as difficult a task as Fara had imagined it would be, and that made Leisbeth all the more pleased. If Kai had come along she would agree the dress Fara had chosen was simply flawless.

Hours later Farahilde stood quietly before the mirror admiring the dress, and how it fit to every curve of her body just perfectly. Her cheeks flushed a rosy red, and she peered back at Bethy inquisitively.

“It’s lovely isn’t it?” She asked in a tone that made her sound uncertain.

“Oh, yes Farahilde it’s a beautiful gown. I think it will be absolutely perfect. You will be the most beautiful young woman there I’m certain of it.” Bethy said. She turned back to the seamstress, and gave a nod, “Accredit it to the family account, please. We need the dress completed by the week’s end for the upcoming ball.” She stated. The seamstress gave a nod of approval, and smiled.

“Yes, mademoiselle, of course. Anything that I can do for your family will be done at top priority.” The seamstress smiled, “But what of shoes?” She asked. In the midst of Farahilde’s bedazzling of the gown she had forgotten all about shoes, petticoats, and the other needed dress items for a ball. Fara’s eyes widened in fear, and she frowned.

“Oh, no! I completely forgot about all the other things I will need! What about jewelry, and corsets, Bethy?” She asked worriedly. Leisbeth gave a chuckle, and looked back at the seamstress.

“Thank you, Cordelia. Farahilde, and I will be heading to some other boutiques for such things. Unless you have a particular pair of shoes that would be more fitting?” She asked. The seamstress, Cordelia, gave a nod.

“Yes, mademoiselle. I have the perfect set for this gown. They are crystal, and gold very expensive but I cannot see them not going without the gown. Let me bring them for you to see.” Cordelia said softly. Leisbeth gave a nod, and waved her along.

“Of course, I am quite curious about these shoes now.” She said peering back at Farahilde.

“I know you think I am worrying more than I need to, but I am just so excited and want for everything to go perfectly.” Farahilde said. Bethy nodded, and smiled.

“Oh, I understand it fine, dear cousin, but I assure you that you are in perfect hands. The money is no question, and you will have every necessary thing for the ball. Jewels, corsets, petticoats, and of course shoes.” Leisbeth replied. Farahilde gave a sigh, and returned to looking at herself in the mirror, and a few seconds later Cordelia rounded the corner with a box in hand.

“Here we are the crystal and gold embellished shoes.” She said lifting the lid of the box, and revealing the most dazzling pair of shoes that Farahilde had ever laid her eyes upon.

“Oh, my are they are indeed gorgeous!” Farahilde exclaimed lifting one shoe from the box, and smiling in shock.

“Yes, and there is but one pair like this in all of Austria. To go with the one golden gown I have tailored just for you.” Cordelia said, “I would be very cautious with these shoes, however as they are delicate and may break easily.” She finished. Leisbeth peered at the shoes, and for once her own mouth fell agape.

“Oh, my what a marvelous set of shoes! If I had known these were paired with that gown I may have had it tailored to myself. Farahilde these are the most beautiful pair I have ever seen!” She exclaimed. Farahilde smiled happily, and lifted her foot to place the shoe on it. She admired the way it captured the light, and putting her best foot forward she gave another glance at herself in the mirror. Yes, it was true Farahilde was going to be a beautiful blossom on the ballroom floor appearing almost like an angel descending from Heaven above. Kai had fulfilled her wishes with these shoes, and this gown and all she could do was smile from ear to ear. For a brief moment Farahilde felt like she truly belonged in this society. How could her grandmother deny her spending time with her kinsmen? After all Kai, and Bethy had just made Farahilde the happiest young woman in the entire city to her thinking.

A few moments later Farahilde found herself dressed in her previous gown with the shoes clutched in their box beneath her armpit. The dress would not be fully ready for a few more days, but the shoes were going to be kept at Kai’s house so that Grandmother Charlotte did not get wind of their plotting. Though upsetting her grandmother was the furthest thing from her mind when she departed the tailor. It seemed everything was falling into place perfectly, and Farahilde smiled pleasantly when Jacques helped her into the carriage once more.

“Thank you for everything you have done for me today, Leisbeth. I cannot begin to ever let you know the level of gratitude I have for what you and Kai have done for me.” She said holding the box tightly. Leisbeth smiled, and looked back out the window.

“Yes, well we just want you to have as much fun as possible, and we understand how suffocating Grandmother Charlotte can be at times. Sometimes I must admit that I feel she wants nothing to do with any of us, and it is quite a disappointment because I have done nothing, but be an upstanding young woman. I do not understand her in the least.” Leisbeth said. Farahilde frowned, and looked out the window.

“I love my grandmother, and I am so thankful that she took me in when it seemed my mother was not in the least bit concerned with what happened to me. I admit that lately I have felt a distance from her, and that she has become very stifling. I think it is a matter of propriety, and she finds what goes on at Uncle Leo’s tavern to be highly unscrupulous. Though I do not understand how that can be. Perhaps Grandmother Charlotte thinks I will become the same as my mother did?” She asked. Leisbeth pursed her lips, and nodded.

“I suppose that may be the reason, but surely you will be smarter than your mother was. Aunt Leonore was never the sort who wanted to do what was appropriate by Grandmother Charlotte, and Aunt Aleonette was a sore disappointment as well. I would say that father has even been one to her also, but when your grandmother is the baroness of the city, and your grandfather the Chief of Police it only stands to reason. I believe Grandmother Charlotte does not want to endure the soiling of her family reputation anymore before she dies.” Leisbeth said.

“Yes, I agree with that, but she has become so controlling of me. She does not even want me to go outside unless I am supervised. She has never been like this before.” Farahilde said.

“Chaperoned you mean? Yes, I am not surprised by that it is because of your age. Surely you must understand that. She fears for your safety because of how beautiful you have become.” Leisbeth said. Farahilde quirked her brow, and frowned because it had never occurred to her that her grandmother wanted to protect her. In her mind she saw her as an old woman who wanted her to be her personal caretaker until she died. Farahilde never considered that her grandmother was waiting for the appropriate suitor to come along, and court her properly. She never considered that she had barred her from the ball because of the effect it might have had on her.

“Hm, I suppose that is a possibility. Though I truly believe that she just does not want me to enjoy my life ever. She has been treating me like a second-class citizen, and I have just about had it. I would run away, and elope with a gentleman if it were possible. I just hope that I find someone at the ball that will see me.  That would be the truth happy ending for me.” She replied. Leisbeth smiled, and looked back out the window.

“Yes, that is what we all hope for, dear. The one thing we all wish will happen every time we have a dance. I think that even Kai is still waiting for her prince charming, but such dreams only happen when fate decides. Don’t fret over it, Farahilde. Just enjoy the time at the ball. Enjoy being the beautiful young woman dressed in golden rays of sunshine, and dance to your heart’s content.” Bethy grinned, and turned to stare out of her own window with that same dazzling smile painted across her lips.

End

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“Sensuality is beautiful, and dominance and submission in the right context is a passionate art. A muse which ignites the flame of femininity, enrapturing both partners in complete euphoria.”
― Sai Marie Johnson

Yes. I want you. I always have. I know. We should. Why didn’t we? I didn’t know. The texts messages were flying between them. Where have you been? Why did we wait so long? The miles between them falling away, the misunderstandings irrelevant. I’m sorry. Don’t say that. But I am. It doesn’t matter. Come see me. I am. I will. When? Now. I want to do this to you. And this. And remember that? 

It should have been dark when she arrived. It was one of those rare days pre summer when the day seems to go on and on as if the night had lost its confidence. Not this night. She was on her way…

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THE SCARLET EROTIQUE SERIES

THE AMAZON BEST SELLING HIT EROTICA ANTHOLOGY

BY AUTHOR SAI MARIE JOHNSON

Do you like provocative and controversial stories?

Does BDSM intrigue you?

Are tales of seduction, risk, and danger your cup of tea?

What about stories that have been called scorching hot, sizzling, and must-reads?

Start the Series in Order!

Part 1:

Simply Crimson

Camille de Clervaux’s life is rather luxurious. Her husband, Julien von Beirutt is a wealthy businessman with stock shares in Lockheed Martin, Pfizer Pharmaceuticals, and several other big name companies. Cami herself owns a very successful equestrian company, and several well know racing horses. The convenience of their marriage, however, has become so suspicious that Camille begins to wonder if her husband is having extra-marital affairs. The answer is soon provided when she catches him in a very compromising position with another successful, and suave male by the name of Andre` DuPointe. With her husband’s sexual appetite revealed Camille is thrust into an exotic world of s/m pleasure she had never before known. Will this new step into a world of sexual depravity corrupt her for good, and could Andre` DuPointe be the added ingredient she needed to spice up her life?

What Readers Have Said about Simply Crimson:

5.0 out of 5 stars

Holy…Wow!

Sai has done it yet again! This story draws you in from the very first page, and you can’t stop reading until the end. Once you reach the end, you’re left wanting more. I can’t wait until the next part is ready for release! If you enjoyed 50 Shades of Grey…let’s just say that this is much more kinkier, and you should check it out. It definitely gets your body ready for a date night! ;) Lol. Thank you, Sai, for your continued writing! It never ceases to amaze me.

5.0 out of 5 stars

What does Camille’s future hold

Left me anticipating what will come next in this unusual marriage of convenience and Julien’s extracurricular activities. I’m sure part 2 will be equally fascinating, and am anxiously awaiting the opportunity to read.

4.0 out of 5 stars

Surprise

She is so lonely and he is so cold. Until the night she meets his master. He introduces her to the BDSM life, but Julian is not so happy. What is next?

5 of 5 stars

I was like a fly caught in a web being devoured by this book. It made me giggle at times and shocked me too.

I just could not put it down. I was totally Captivated.

Camille,She is a educated trophy wife Married to Julien suprise bisexual (well to Camille anyway)

Please welcome Andre Du Point the man that changes every thing a self confessed dark son of a bitch,

who is going to tempt Camille with the forbidden fruit…

This is a 18 + book..

4 of 5 stars

Simply Crimson starts a new series by Sai Marie Johnson called The Scarlet Erotique Series. It tells of the story of trophy wife, Camille de Clervaux who suspects her husband of infidelity and decides to, one night, investigate. What she discovers goes way beyond anything she ever suspected and is suddenly thrust into a new and wonderfully dark world she never dreamed of being in. I will start by saying that I don’t think I would recommend this to the squeamish reader or anyone looking for a more sweet romance. The title and cover say it all: it’s a really hot read. Though combined with Ms. Johnson’s writing style, even the most depraved acts come across as being almost poetic. For a short read, the characters are pretty well developed, as is the atmosphere, and in many ways I think this actually tops the first book in the Dark Priesthood series.

5 of 5 stars

All I can say is wow. I had it read outloud to me the first time I rated it, but to read it myself…again wow. You’ve got serious talent, Ms. Sai Marie. I’m stunned by your descriptive scenery, the complexities of the characters involved. All of it. I hope Simply Rouge is just as great.

Part 2:

Simply Rouge

Camille de Clervaux’s delving into her husband’s tastes for BDSM gets even riskier in this second edition to the Scarlet Erotique Series. When a new stranger comes into the scene Cami finds herself set back and wondering if everything she presumed about Andre` DuPointe was all she thought it to be and the chemistry between Camille and this new stranger isn’t just obvious between the two of them. No, both Julien and Andre` have noticed the desire between the confident, capable, and suave Jeremiah St. Clair. Will Camille finally get her chance with the man of her fantasies, or will the possessive and dangerous sides of her husband and his chosen Dominant prove to be a deadly scenario?

What Readers Have to Say About Simply Rouge:

5.0 out of 5 stars

Amazing! Everything I wanted and more continued from the first book!

Wow! Started Simply Rouge and finished already! I just could not put it down. The ending really stood out to me – the way the book ended and with the scene used at the ending, it feels like a double entendre, and I loved how a certain word played into this (sorry if this doesn’t quite make sense, but I do not want to give anything away to those who haven’t read it). I really liked getting some more insight into the characters from Simply Crimson and the introduction of new characters – I really wish I could get into Camille’s head and know exactly what she is thinking. It seems there is some confusion/inner turmoil on Camille’s part as to what exactly she wants and this was expressed enough to make readers feel this. The only bad part (and not really a bad part) but I wanted more of Jeremiah St. Clair! Thank you for another great book, Sai!

5 of 5 stars

Whoa, things really got heated quickly in this one! Camille’s already set a hook in me, and Jeremiah sounds like he’s the only real man in the bunch. Great premise and the evolution..the way you started the story and how you ended it.

It was flawless, detailed, and amazing, Sai. Amazing.

5 of 5 stars

I love this series! I can only say, Wow. Camille has definitely Blossomed in this installment! I cannot wait for SS!

5 of 5 stars

Before you read Simply Rouge, May I suggest that you read Simply Crimson 1st. Simply Rouge follows on perfectly from where Simply Crimson Leaves Off. Having Said that I enjoyed reading Simply Rouge, I was constantly sucked into the storyline. Ms Johnson delivered a total roll a coaster of emotions, provided many jaw dropping scenes in this BDSM story. This is a 18+ story and is not to be mistaken for anything less. Camille’s story would not be complete with out these BDSM moments. I didn’t want this book to end I needed more. Camille, a prudish trophy wife is pulled into a lifestyle that Jullien her selfish, womanizing, bisexual husband desires. Wanting to please Jullien she is thrown into situations that both entice her and horrify her. She discovers a need within herself that excites and her, and is dangerously addictive. Does Camille find the life she so desperately desires? You want to read this book it’s ok, It’ll stay our dirty little secret!

5.0 out of 5 stars

Totally Captivated

Camille is a prudish trophy wife who makes a life changing discovery about her husband and his business affairs. Camille finds herself thrown into a lifestyle that surprises and excites her but it also horrifies her, she discovers a part of herself that she wasn’t aware she desired and a voyage of self discovery. The need to be to be found desirable and so much more. I felt like a fly caught in a web being consumed by Ms Johnson’s story. I was totally captivated and drawn into Camille I felt her emotions good and bad her humiliation her passion to be wanted. I would totally recommend these books to any body willing to experience such a jaw dropping story. It however is a 18+ BDSM story and the story couldn’t be told any other way (I wouldn’t want it any other way ). I did not want it to end. Will You?

4.0 out of 5 stars

Fascinating

Camille is a trophy wife to Julien unbeknownst to her, her husband has a erotic side that she didn’t know. She felt unloved and didn’t know why her husband treated the he did. She woke up one evening hearing moans and went towards the sounds. To her surprise she saw her husband, a man and also a woman in a sex act.She was shocked but it made her curious about it. throughout the story it shows her journey with other characters in the book plus a new character that fascinate Camille. You need to read the book to get all the juicy stuff of the book.

5.0 out of 5 stars

Absolutely loved it!

This has become one of my favorite series; I can’t wait till the next book comes out. I’m over here, all anxious to see what happens. Thank you so much, Sai, for sharing your talent with us. I highly enjoyed that these two books also came together in a twin pack; it made it easier to keep going with the story. Regardless, I absolutely love your books, that I’ve purchased and read so far.. I can’t wait to see what you come up with next.

5.0 out of 5 stars

A Must Read!

I started on the first page and got completely sucked in! This was an excellent book! It stirred emotions that I didn’t even know could be stirred, by a lifestyle that I do not know a lot about! I love Cami’s Character and the fact that this story causes you to think outside the box, and encourage you to be responsible in any and all decisions that you make with yourself and others! Oh yes, it’s extra hot and steamy too! I finished these books earlier today, and it is still all I can think about! Well, I for one cannot wait until June 6th to continue in this journey of trying to figure out what a person wants for themselves as opposed to what everyone else wants and expects!

Part 3:

Simply Scarlet

In this thrilling finale of the Scarlet Erotique Series Camille de Clervaux, Jeremiah St. Clair, Andre` DuPointe, and Julien von Beirutt’s lives begin to unwind, spinning into a messy quad relationship where something has to give. Will Camille finally get her happily ever after, or will the ominous men involved in her life strip her of all dignity, hope, and faith.

4 of 5 stars

Camille’s life is changing , but who will win her heart in the end the Winner Is ________. I Guess you’ll have to read it to find out , No spoilers here! Lets just say she follows her heart , Suprises are Surprising! But Camille’s not the only Life that’s about to change. He stands by his woman totally. But somebody gets their just deserts….  Alone just you and this book… Anywhere anytime.  Please don’t deny yourself the Complete story to this Captivating Trilogy.

5 of 5 stars

The Scarlet Erotique Series is a prime example of why Sai Marie Johnson is already getting a reputation for being a scorchingly hot erotica writer. There is no question that Sai definitely knows how to write the detail that readers want to see in an erotica story. I have to say that while on the surface people may assume this is Chick Lit, I don’t agree. Men could really enjoy this style of writing and this woman has an imagination unlike any I’ve ever seen. You can definitely deduce that Sai was influenced by greats such as Anne Rice or Laurell K. Hamilton. The reflection of poetic sensuality and how she crafts her stories is breathtaking. She’ll suck you into her world, and leave you begging for more in the end. This series really is Fire Hot, and it makes sense that RED was chosen to represent it. Take the warning signs, cause this series really is that hot. Five Stars- across the board

Infectious Seduction

by Author Sai Marie

It started with a look
An innocent demeanor
A few uttered words
Couldnt be spoken any sweeter
Quickening your heart
As you inch even closer
subtle glances, second chances
A heated intensity
You hold intrigue
You’re a mystery
I find myself drawn
Even when you’re not around
I wonder what I’ll see
when you open up those bounds
You watch, you speak, you move
you drink..
And somehow you’ve infected the way that I think.
Its wrong, its raw
Its odd, its true
How strange it is to see
that out there existed someone like you
In all my aging journeys
and every one I’ve met
There’s something odd about this.
I feel like I should be your pet.
You inspire a need with me
You bring me to a place I’ve not traipsed on before.
And every time you walk away
I stare longing at the door.
I dont know what will happen
I dont dare speak to defy it
I just know that hours pass and seem
not long enough to last whenever you are around
I know I shouldnt feel it
I know I shouldnt give it another thought
But it seems like since I met you..
You’ve invaded my every thought.