Baby You’re A Haunted House! A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines
By Dmitri Storm
Marion stood at the back of the tomb, the handsome yet sadistic Count holding the iron chain attached to the collar around her neck. At the other end stood her soon to be husband Cyrus and the three vampire brides of the Count. Marion wanted to vomit, but she was unsure if her stitched together body was still capable of that.
Marion had spent all of the previous evening being prepared for her wedding to Cyrus. Magdalena, Dorota, and Alzbeta, the vampire girls who were the wives and slaves of the Count, had begun by sewing high heels to her feet and then using needle and thread to pierce her flesh again and again, creating a permanent set of fishnet stockings. They topped this with a white corset that ended below her breasts and a gauzey white skirt that provocatively framed her lower body for anyone who looked. Their final effort was to make Marion into a living marionette (the puppet she Cyrus had named her after, he told her), giggling as they applied makeup to create unaturally long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and deep red lips. And now here, she was a corpse being married to a corpse. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, but Marion knew she could do neither.