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After making love to me very slowly and sinking his fangs into my jugular, Patrick forbade me to wash my private parts. Apparently I must be present at the trial smelling of him in every possible way. Just thinking about it makes me blush. Beneath the white dress I am wearing black underwear that is practically visible through the fabric.

We are in a fairly large room, Patrick sits on a golden throne and I am sitting on a cushion at his feet. He caresses my hair absentmindedly every two minutes. This situation is really bizarre. I look like his pet, I laugh to myself. Yes... I look like his kitten.

Cleo is standing in front of us. She dresses impeccably, she is in black once again, this time she is wearing a very long dress, with a train that trails behind her, a high hairstyle and wear a small veil. It seems that she is in mourning.
A group of a hundred or more male and female vampires has gathered around us. All observing the process solemnly.

The three accused are kneeling towards the left of the room. An armed vampire guard keeps them at bay. Their arms are handcuffed behind their backs and they silently watch the proceedings without taking their eyes off the inert figure of Cleo. The vampire looks like she's not even breathing.

I can't deny that the accused are gorgeous, each one of them is much taller than Patrick. They are attractive each in their own way. Sebastién is blond and green-eyed, due of his accent I'm convinced he's French. João is much darker skinned, and stocky. His eyes are brown and his hair also brown, I suspect he comes from Portugal or Brazil. And Luca...well.
I have related what happened yesterday in the beauty salon. Making it clear that Luca didn't hurt me, that his only intention was to make Cleo go there.
Those present at the trial comment among themselves, I cannot understand what they say because they all speak at the same time.

—In defense of the accused, Lady Cleopatra Theophilia will speak. Please silence in the room. – Orders the master of ceremonies, a man with very white and long beards, he seems older than Methuselah. He bangs his cane against the polished floor three times.
Oh Cleopatra. Wow, now I'm making sense of everything.

The vampire sighs and very slowly opens her eyes.

—I know I've made atrocious mistakes.-she whispers in her honeyed voice. – I'm still paying the consequences of my last one. My betrayal of our first King cost me dearly. As punishment for my actions, I was forced to release the twenty precious members of my harem and even my position on the council is in question.

I raise my eyebrows in puzzlement. Twenty men?! Aphrodite in thongs! This Cleo is dangerous. I lough to myself.

—I have suffered the unspeakable.- she continues. - I was happy with my boys but finding myself so suddenly deprived of them...- she swallows hard. - anyway…

SHe slowly turns to the accused.

—These three are... my favorites.- She smiles sadly, looking at them with marked tenderness, they in turn look at her as if they want to eat her alive, it's scandalous. —They are the only three with whom I never used compulsion to keep them by my side. They remained by their own free will.

She turns and looks at Patrick, swiftlyswiftling her head as a sign of respect.

—When I was given the order to disband my harem, I did. I freed them all. I freed those under my power who had lost their free will. I even erased the memories of these three defendants and sent each of them back to their respective countries.
I see her visibly swallow hard.
—Something went wrong, apparently. After my last fashion show in Vienna three months ago they... started harassing me. I received calls, letters, they sent me flowers, each one demanded to meet me in their own way.

She lifts her face and looks directly at Patrick, her expression solemn.

— My refusal to meet with them was not enough to disuade any of them. The first incident occurred three weeks ago and as already explained the three of them have regained their full memories of me. The only reasonable explanation for all this is that they really love me.

She purses her lips thoughtfully.

— When they returned to their lives, something was simply missing. They felt like they had lost something important...and began to investigate to find what had been taken from them.

Cleo's image is widely publicized. She appears in magazines, on television, goes to radio programs, they have even put advertisements for Áspid products on banners on the sides of buses. Thing is, they must all had seen the vampire's face somewhere, each one recovered their memory and finally each one carried out an act of vandalism with the aim of forcing her to come to them.

As Patrick explained to me, Alexandros's order was clear. The vampiress was forbidden to bring the members of her harem back together or get close to any of them.
— It is evident that the acts of my... I mean of the defendants did not directly attack the secrecy that our existence requires, my appearance at the crime scenes did. Therefore I am more guilty than them and I have been the one who has violated our laws. Thanks to Ra, there were no material damages nor casualties in the three unfortunate events. If our King demands that they be punished, I will agree that they be judged under human laws, they must be sentenced separately and taking into account the seriousness of their crimes.

Her posture becomes openly belligerent. She walks over to the defendants positioning herself directly between them and Patrick's field of vision, showing her fangs and hissing.
— I will not allow any harm come to them, I demand that their lives be spared; since they have not taken any human life. I will not allow either one of our kind
taking them for themselves, they are not trophies... and if they have to live the rest of their lives without me...- She trembles visibly and her expression changes. I see her upset.

—Then I demand to be sent to prison.-Big tears run down her cheeks. They are not tears of hate, but of pain. I can see it in her eyes. This situation is extremely painful for her. I imagine she feels as if her soul is being ripped apart. This is how I would feel if I lost Patrick.

— ¡No, cara! (No, dear!) - screams Luca desperately.

— ¿Qué vocé estáis facendo,amor? (What are you doing, love?)— João asks, the horror visible in his eyes.
— ¡ No le fais pas, mon coeur ! (Don't do it, my heart!) — Sebastién pleads.
The defendants fight their handcuffs, the guard tries to put them in order. Cleo looks over her shoulder at them. Very slowly.

— It's the best for everyone, dears. We have been bad and now we must pay for our crimes. Shh, stay calm, babes. - the vampire whispers, scolding them seductively.

They obey her instantly. They remain silent but aim their gazes full of intense hatred towards Patrick.

— I propose that their memory be modified again.

The three men growl in frustration.

— But this time let them believe that I have died and let the news be released to the rest of the world.

What? No!

— Being sent to prison, my face will not be everywhere again and even if they track my whereabouts once more they will hit a dead end, they will finally accept the lie and believe that I actually died. In time they will find resignation, they will rebuild their lives and they will forget me. But as long as they know I'm still in this world, they won't stop looking for me, because they love me. It doesn't matter how many times they lose their memories.
— After the last of them has… —her lip trembles.— ceased to exist, if our King understands that I have already paid for my crimes, then I will request my freedom.