The Countess

"Wearing an antique bridal gown, the beautiful queen of the vampires sits all alone in her dark, high house under the eyes of the portraits of her demented and atrocious ancestors, each one of whom, through her, projects a baleful posthumous existence; she counts out the tarot cards, ceaselessly construing a constellation of possibilities as if the random fall of the cards on the red plush tablecloth before her could precipitate her from the chill, shuttered room into a country of perpetual summer and obliterate the perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden." Blood red roses, blood, bourbon vetiver and sweetened coffee