By L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © Sunday, August 29, 2004 L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved c/s
2004/2005. Since reworking this little tale, I have signed a contract with Limitless Dare 2 Dream Publishing (http://www.
limitlessd2d.net/) and look forward to turning the entire tale over to them as soon it is completely edited.
Rated: NC-17, not intended, or suitable for children.
Violence: Only a consensual initiation.
Sexual Content: Explicit lesbian scenes.
Sexual Violence: None in this chapter.
Vampire Violence: Nothing beyond words and curses.
Subtext: Of course.
All feedback welcomed at: CrystalMichallet@yahoo.com
Crystal’s web site at: http: //www.charani.org/XenaFanFicMichallet.html
VII. Anecita
Nestled in the back of an older complex was a small studio apartment. The occupant of the space remained safe within her
coffin as she slept the day away. Despite the noise from the busy street and the sounds of the children playing in the alley, the
immortal had no difficulty with dreaming her vampire dreams.
At times Anecita Zaragoza felt as if she had outlived her contemporaries by eons. From the darkness of the night she had
been a witness to the rise and decline of dynasties and had taken an active part in the conspiracies of governments. With
partisan allies, Anecita used her acquired skills to fight against tyranny. Once the battles were won she allowed herself to sit
back and watch as mortal men were made kings, only to be overthrown years later by those who placed them into power.
In the beginning of her immortality, the vampire felt a surge of exhilaration at a second chance. It was a life of no pain and an
existence that she could lead in her own way, and it was to be an everlasting life.
When her second life began, she had somehow learned on her own how to live and survive in the world of darkness. Once
acclimated to the vampire world, she was able to admire the beauty around her with her new vampire eyes. All of the sights
and sounds were fresh. Anecita remembered the initial exhilaration she felt as she moved through the shadows of the night.
She found the conspiracies and events of governments intriguing. The tall woman always felt a deep fascination for the
developments of the mortals around her. Every place she traveled was an endless adventure for her. Even the time when she
decided to retire from the politics of the world, the new land was exciting.…
Anecita found herself in the new frontier of California. She journeyed to the distant land in hopes that she could be of help to
the downtrodden. With each news article she read, she learned that the new frontier was being forged on the backs of the
Chinese and Mexican workers. Yet when she discovered that western men held the largest majority of the land, she knew
that there was something she could do. No, she was not delusional enough to think that she could save the world or even a
group of people. But if she could rectify even one small error and remove a tyrant from power, then she would go to the ends
of the world to do so.
When she arrived in California she found the pickings ripe. One after another she went through the frontier villages, devouring
the mortals who she deemed to be evil. At first the worst of the corruption was in the port city of San Francisco. After
cleansing it of its most vile men, she moved upward through the state. At one particular mining town she learned that Mexican
laborers, now nothing more than slaves, once owned the land. After a bit of convincing, she managed to acquire the deed
from the owner and turned the land back over to its rightful owners.
Anecita had entered the village after darkness fell. She could almost taste the fresh blood on her lips as she rode through the
sleepy town. Sitting on top of her honey colored mustang, the immortal glanced around at the few building structures. The tin
musical notes of a single piano came from the whorehouse and echoed down the streets. The cold chill of the early frost
caused the horse’s breath to puff out like smoke. Although Anecita hadn’t planned it, her travels took her in an arch around
the state and ended with her stop at the sleepy enclave called San Madrone.
For the vigilante vampire, each village looked the same and the names began to bleed into each other. Grass Valley, Rough
& Ready, Nevada City, Iowa Hill, Coloma, El Dorado, Cala Veritas and all the other mining camps looked very much alike.
Each place offered the miners a small mercantile store, a place to eat, perhaps a place of worship and, as was always the
case, a whorehouse filled with women willing to give themselves up for a fraction of gold dust. Another consistency was the
corruption of one person owning all the land. For San Madrone, this was a woman named Madame Tuscany.
As the sound of the horse’s hooves clinked against the hard dirt road, Anecita heard the mixture of human thoughts rising in
the air. She never chose to wear traditional women’s clothes, instead dressing like a man. With her tall frame there were
many times when some confused her for a man. But once she removed her hat and her long hair spilled past her shoulders,
they could clearly see her feminine features.
When Anecita dismounted and tied her horse next to the others, she glanced up the distant hill and saw the outline of twinkling
lights from a single structure. No one had to tell her that this was the mansion of Madame Tuscany. In every town she
visited, the people who controlled the land always distanced themselves from the rest of the people, and this woman was no
different.
Anecita began to form her plans as she moved slowly into the saloon. Just as in the past places, the room became suddenly
silent until she took the first step. Only when she was at the bar did the music and voices resume. Although the alcohol had
no effect on her, she ordered a whisky as she glanced around the room. As if taking her actions as an invitation, a woman
from the saloon approached her.
“So stranger, what brings you here?” the painted lady asked as her hand began to run along Anecita’s jaw line. When the
immortal looked down at the shorter woman, her eyes took in her beauty even as her mind probed into the depths of this
woman’s thoughts. Before Anecita could continue, a strong hand gripped her arm.
“That is not allowed here,” a man’s voice interrupted her.
Angered by the intrusion, Anecita slowly turned and glared at the man. If there had been any anger within her, it all
disappeared when she saw the face of a vampire looking directly at her. Upon looking him over, she noticed his fine clothes,
so unlike those of the rugged men in the land. When Anecita gazed into his eyes she saw a familiar twinkle and realized that
like her, he was not only a vampire, but also one who preferred his own gender. With dark, shoulder length black hair,
brown eyes and a neatly coiffed beard, the vampire glared at her before dismissing the whore.
“You’re new to San Madrone, aren’t you?” the man asked, his Mexican accent rose with every word he spoke.
“Who wants to know?” Anecita grew suspicious as she glanced over the vampire. Despite his neatly tailored clothes and his
clean appearance, there was something about this man that called for caution. In the past she had come across many
vampires, but she had not encountered any since arriving in the west. To now see one, she realized that more than just people
from the east explored the open frontier, so too did vampires.
“We have rules in San Madrone, rules on how vampires are to act around humans,” the stranger’s voice grew low as he
turned away from Anecita and leaned his elbows on the bar. He nodded slightly at the barkeep, who took her whisky glass
and filled it halfway with a red liquid.
Anecita looked at her drink cautiously as she swirled it in the glass. When she looked back up at the vampire, he cocked a
brow as a wry smile tugged at his lips. Narrowing her eyes, she tried to detect if there was any treachery in his actions.
Seeing this, the vampire rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.
“Usted estan loca! Do you think I’d honestly break the first tenet of the vampire world? There is nothing in it but what you’
d like,” he sighed theatrically as he took the glass and drank part of it, then slammed it back down in front of her. “Pues?”
Although Anecita didn’t know it at the time, this enigmatic man was to quickly become her best friend. Over time they grew
comfortable enough with each other that they would share in their hunts. Although the man was fond of finding willing
servants to sate his need for human blood, with his picky sensibilities the men he had would never stay around for long.
During the occasional times when he was without a lover, he joined Anecita to help her rid the valley of unscrupulous ruffians,
as he was fond of calling them.
Never before had Anecita thought she would be comfortable settling down in one place. Her purpose in life, as she
understood it, was to use her gift to do good deeds. She did not know why vampires had been created, she only knew that
this is what she was, and with her new supernatural gifts she attempted to rid the world of the tyrants who would enslave
mankind. Unbeknownst to her, bringing about a peaceful coexistence between the mortals and vampires was the calling of
Madame Tuscany.…
With a slight smile, Anecita remembered that time through her dreams. Had it not been for the new friendship that she formed
with Fernando, the vampire in the saloon, she might have made a grave mistake and turned Madame Tuscany into her
enemy. Thankfully, after learning more about the clan of San Madrone, Anecita was able to join their ranks and, for a time,
live a peaceful coexistence. Occasionally she journeyed away from the sleepy town of San Madrone to offer her assistance
against oppression, but once peace resumed she always returned to her adopted home and her best friend, Fernando.
Before finding a place in the San Madrone clan, Anecita lived like a wanderer. She moved from countryside to mountainous
regions and onward toward those places where she was needed the most. After a time Anecita learned that every town was
all the same, more or less.
By day, Anecita found refuge in the safety of her home. As she had for many years, she laid in comfort and waited until the
setting of the sun. After being alive for so many years, she did not know if she dreamed or simply had memories of her
former existence replaying in her mind. At dusk, Anecita rose from her resting place in the customary manner. It had been
this way for so long that the only thing which changed was the location of her home.
Despite her great adventures, Anecita had to admit that somewhere along her journey she had grown bored. The Spanish
woman began to notice the changes of the world as merely another phase in the wheel of time. With each new invention of
convenience, her interest sparked until a newer, better innovation came along. After a time, the change from candles to lights
and from horses to cars seemed inevitable to the nightwalker. As her melancholic dreams rolled past her vision, she
remembered where she had come from those many years ago.…
In the beginning, before Anecita became doomed to live in the darkness of the night, she resided in her family’s estate in
northern Spain near the river Ebro. Anecita remembered the carefree days spent with her mother and father. As if the future
was something distant from her existence, she lived in the splendor of wealth.
Page
