Prologue
Archived audio files of
Elizabeth, the One, Queen of the Vampires, circa
2010
Okay, so, here are
various yucky excerpts from the Book of the Dead. Gawd, I hate that
thing.
“The Queene’s sister shalt be Belov’d of the Morningstar, and shalt take the Worlde.”
That’d be my sister,
Laura. She’s a great kid—a college student at the U of M. Also,
she’s the Antichrist.
“And the Queene shall noe the dead, all the dead, and neither shall they hide from her nor keep secrets from her.”
Yeah. That fun tidbit
translated to, “Zombies will lurk in your basement, and ghosts will
follow you around and bitch. Lots.”
“... and the Morningstar shalt appear before her own chylde, shalt help with the taking of the Worlde, and shalt appear before the Queene in all the raiments of the dark,”
This? I have no idea.
Could be the end of the world, could be a visit from Boy Scouts
selling wreaths. And it’s maddening, really maddening, because I
can’t read too much of this fucking horrible tome from hell
(probably literally from hell) in one sitting because I go crazy.
Anyone who reads it for too long at a time goes crazy. Also? I
can’t get rid of the damned thing.
It finds me. It
always finds me, sometimes via the nefarious operators of the
United Parcel Service. As Ferris Bueller put it, “How’s that for
being born under a bad sign?”
“And the Queene shall noe the dead, and keep the dead,”
Yep, got that one
figured out. I live with vampires and talk to them, and I’m having
fabulous sex with one of them. Also we’re filing joint tax returns,
a good trick for dead people.
As for keeping the
dead—I have a zillion roommates, none of whom I asked to move in,
in case anyone’s keeping track.
“And the Queene shalt noe a living chylde, and he shalt be hers by a living man.”
Score another one for
the Book of the Dread. My half brother, BabyJon, is now my legal
ward due to the recent grisly deaths of my father and stepmother. I
had pretty much given up on the idea of being a mom—I no longer
sweat, never mind menstruate—when BabyJon landed splat in the
middle of my (undead) life.
What’s worse, that I
can’t read the thing long enough to make sense of it, or that it’s
always right?
“To challenge the Queene, thou shalt desecrate the symbole.”
At least this isn’t
getting weird.
“The Queene hath dominion over all the dead, and they shalt take from her, as she takes from them, and she shalt noe them, and they her, for that is what it is to be Queene.”
Now it’s getting
weird. See, um, one of my superscary evil vamp powers is that I can
pull energy from other vampires, then boost it and slam it back
into them. I only did it once. It sucked rocks, and nearly killed
me (again).
Please God, I never
have to do it again.
Do a lady a favor,
okay, God?
“The Queene shalt see oceans of blood, and despair.”
Now, that one? That’s
the one that really scares me.