He smiled as he watched her dance. She was beautiful, like a flower. Like a rare piece of art, just waiting to be hung on the mantle with care. He decided that night that he would marry her. He danced with her once, introduced himself, and spoke of his job at an art collector.

He found out who her father was, and offered him enough cash to buy a large plantation, and a few hundred servants. They were married. Now he sat in his library waiting for her to come see him as he had sent his servant to get her. He smiled and took a sip from his wine glass, which was filled with blood.

Marybeth was a kind loving young girl who in one night of dancing changed her life forever more. A rich man fell in love with her
well she would say he fell madly in love with her because the next day he asked her father for her hand in marriage and he also gave her father a large sum of money for saying "yes" that he could marry his one and only daughter. Marybeth was forced to marry a man she just met and did not love.


Marybeth entered the study where her husband awaited her. She walked into the room bringing grace and beauty with every step she took toward her new husband " you sent for me my lord?" Marybeth awaited his answer as he drank from his wine glass

"Yes, I was wondering how you were enjoying your accommodations." He said finishing the glass he had. He set it down then looked her over with a smile and crossed his long white fingers in his lap. He watched to see what she would say, and to remember her facial expressions.