The Blood Countess
I wrote this story awhile back. Multiple chapters. I have to fix up some stuff like grammar so I'll probably upload the rest later on.
Theresa/Alex/Harper fanfiction, Warning violence and sexual situations – For Mature Audiences Only
Theresa Russo was always fascinated with her heritage. She tried to do as much research on her family but couldn't find anything that preceded the 1870's. Frustrated she hired a professional genealogist Mr. Jackson to research the family's lineage.
Mr. Jackson met with the Russo's one Sunday evening to go over what he had found. He explained that he had to actually fly to an old church in Mexico to conduct his research. A priest had told him stories of Theresa's family.
Theresa almost fainted when she heard that her ancestors were wealthy aristocrats in Mexico. Alex and Max were relatively bored throughout the whole presentation. Alex texted Harper while Max played his PSP.
Alex looked up. "So what happened? They piss it away or something?"
Theresa shot her daughter an angry look.
Mr. Jackson nervously laughed. "No, no…."
Theresa focused her attention back to the genealogist. "What did happen to my family's fortune Mr. Jackson?"
Mr. Jackson struggled for his words. "Perhaps this isn't the best conversation for your children."
Hearing this, Alex and Max began showing interest in the man's words. Seeing that their mother and father were thinking about sending their children out of the room, Alex pleaded, "Oh come on. I want to hear this."
Theresa nodded. "Please continue Mr. Jackson."
The genealogist sipped some water. "Your great-great-great grandfather Maximilian…. You couldn't find anything pertaining to his family."
Theresa shook her head. "No, nothing at all. That's where our family tree stops."
Mr. Jackson continued. "There's a reason for that. He had a sister Maria who ummm….. Well medical science at the time had no way of treating mental illness. You can't really condemn the woman by today's standards."
Theresa became impatient causing Jerry to place an arm around his wife to comfort her. "Mr. Jackson."
The genealogist nodded. "Maria was believed to have murdered at least 30 to 50 young girls, maybe even more. To be blunt Mrs. Russo, your ancestor is considered by many to be the Blood Countess of Mexico. She seduced girls from a nearby village, leading them to her house. After torturing her victim for a prolonged period she would eventually kill the girl. Just like her Hungarian counterpart Elisabeth Bathory, Maria believed that she could obtain eternal youth by bathing in the blood of her victims."
Impressed Max blurted out, "Cool! We're related to a vampire!" Jerry and Theresa both shot Max an angry look while Alex smacked the back of his head.
Max rubbed his head where his sister had hit him. "Oww that hurt!"
Theresa yelled at her kids. "Alex don't hit your brother! Max be quiet!"
Mr. Jackson continued unfazed by the family's bickering. "Maria's wealth kept her safe from the law. However once the victims' relatives found out that Maria was responsible, they formed a lynch mob and….. , well they dragged her into the street and stoned her to death before burning her body in the street."
Theresa stared at the genealogist. "Oh my God!"
Mr. Jackson finished his story. "Maximilian wasn't aware of what his sister had done. He quickly fled with only the clothes on his back realizing that the mob would kill him as well. He changed his last name and when he found a place where no one would recognize him, Maximilian married and settled down."
Mr. Jackson took something out of his pocket keeping it enclosed in his hand. "The Church had confiscated your family's property."
Jerry asked, "Do we have any claim…."
Mr. Jackson shook his head. "There's nothing left. The Church spent all of the money already. The house where Maria and Maximilian lived was burned to the ground by the villagers after they chased off Maximilian." Mr. Jackson looked up at Theresa and Jerry. "It would be impossible to challenge property claims in court. The Church has the deed, you don't. And to be honest no court in Mexico will side with Americans over their own churches."
Theresa sat down across from Mr. Jackson. "So there's nothing….."
Mr. Jackson opened his hand and handed Theresa a ring. "The priest who told me the story of your family gave me this ring which belonged to Maria. This is all that was left."
Jerry showed Mr. Jackson to the door while Theresa admired the silver ring. She slipped it on her finger which fit perfectly. A smile crossed her lips.