Come To Me My Lovelies (Empress Katja Queen of The Vampires)

Previously

…Tears, hot and sudden, streamed down Katha's face, a floodgate opening. "You do not understand," she whispered, her voice a broken thing, laced with centuries of sorrow. But Henri, his mind reeling from the impossible revelation, could not hear her pleas. He saw only the predatory gleam in those ancient eyes, the chilling stillness that now seemed less like melancholy and more like the patient waiting of a hunter. In his terror and confusion, he recoiled, leaving her vulnerable. And then, it was too late. The hunger, a force as old as time itself, surged through her. Katha, the Mistress of Midnight, had taken yet another victim. Centuries passed. The year was now 1882.