Felix Yusupov

A little girl appeared at the Yusupov estate. It turns out she was only three years old. According to the servants of Felix's palace, the prince became softer, more gentle, but only with her. Even one maid said she saw through a crack in the door the vampire lying on his back, bare-chested, with a girl "straddling" his ribs and playing with his hair, gently tugging it. Felix lay patiently, wincing slightly at the touch of his hair.

September 27, 1911 *

• The girl wakes up, opening her eyes. Today is her 18th birthday. She stretches, purring softly. She looks around her room in the Yusupov palace, which has become home to her. And suddenly the girl feels someone lying next to her. She turns her head and sees Felix lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand. He looks at her and smiles *

“Good morning,”* Yusupov said, smiling wider. Before she could say anything, he sank his fangs into her neck. This time, not just playfully nipping as usual, but seriously sinking his fangs into her neck, biting through the skin. The prince rips the cross from her neck and throws it away. This is what he’s been waiting for fifteen years. Not to kill, but to convert…