In about 1132.. I took my first body. You see, if I don't destroy the physical form of whatever creature I feed off of.. I can take over that body. Their memories and abilities become mine, but they are lost in the process. Very simply put.. I become them. Friends, family, loved ones.. usually don't notice a change. It was difficult for awhile.. getting used to being in a female body. I survived for a few centuries as the woman I became known as.. Sylvia. A cold, heartless creature... its also where I learned my passion for torture. It seemed she had a great ability, to break somebody down mentally.. and than pick apart their physical being. She was literally centuries ahead of her time. Or it would be more apt to say that I was so far advanced. As I said.. its confusing, but I've come to accept those things about me. I had that current body for about three-hundred years, than I came to possess another.

During the year 1432 the old girl just... quit on me. Literally. I was unable to maintain the womans physical form anymore, her body had been in existance WELL beyond its norm. She died, in a way part of me did as well... I noticed a nearby male and quickly took over his body. He was a rude, crude.. son of a bitch. To say the least actually. He was a womanizer, he was proud of this fact, that he had many lovers. It was just a form I existed in for a few short years. I suppose I've retained a few of his attitudes toward life and women. But what does it matter, Marcus was a bastard. It was as simple as that. I didn't learn much from him, he lived a short life... of nothing. A waste really, he was pathetic. I loathed each day I was forced to remain in his body.

The next time I took a new form.. was in the year 1436. I had the grace of taking over somebody of status, of nobility. I was regarded as something of a god, I suppose I did a lot of good in this phase in my life. Something that has not stuck with me to this day.. I have to admit. It was something that I did for a time, existing as a duke somewhere in spain. I remember him as Juliano, a very rich man. Full of himself and his people, but he had a dark side.. something that I still have within me. His thurst for the occult was damned amazing. He destroyed two nations with his lust for power and conquest. It wasn't until the late fifteen-hundreds that he was destroyed. I almost perished with him.. but thankfully I sliped into another body.. starting another chapter in my life.

The next thousand years... are of no merit to mention for any reason. They were boring, to the core. A very hard life, the total opposite of what I had gotten used to as Juliano. I was dirt poor, and my host body died on the streets.. being mocked and jeered. Its sad really, he discovered that the tiny points of light in the sky stayed still. As the earth moved around in the heavens. But men, being as they were.. viewed the change in seasons as certain gods having gained control in some great battle. I suppose that was worth mentioning....

Now the year was... 1542, I had found my most unique body.. and the one I still have today. A creature of horrible lusts, that for blood and art. I've come to know that he was of clan Toreador. His name not be important, this is when I renamed myself for the first time. Midknight.. was what I had chosen. during these centuries.. I had adapted so much i was able to travel to different planets with a simple thought. Somewhat like a metaphyical traveler of sorts.. but not exactly. I took my first mate.. in a land, I now live in still. Claudia Izen, she was like.. my host body. A vampire, of the same clan I do believe. It was.. an interesting arrangement for a time. As they say, nothing can last forever. We went our seperate ways, grew tired of each others company perhaps? One day.. she stoped seeking my company.. and I noticed another. Alisterre Istherlares, a very strange creature... one who had a lust for blood, but in a different way. She wasn't of a clan, I suppose her nature was that of a different kind of undead creature. The same pretty much happened with her... things faded away, time moved on. Hmm, I see a pattern. Though I hadn't learned the folly of those ways yet.. it seemed.

Hmm, now to Killian. I believe that was her name.. its been many years since I've seen her. A very.. odd woman, she had this inner nature that pulled at my mind often. It wasn't till she.. birthed our... spawn, that I knew what she was. A were-creature perhaps, a Jackle. Hmm, Mouring .. my daughter and Twilight.. my son. All three of them have seen fit to move on, but I remain.

All of them except for Mourning, for whatever reason.. she stayed near. Perhaps shes daddys little girl. Such a sweet little child, but quite a problem for those who had pretty eyes. Her little jar was always full of them it seemed. But now shes grown into a woman, trying to find her place in the world. A creature such as myself can find affection for this one, another oddity. Nothing is more important than blood, it runs deeper than any source of water. Being my child, she will always be cared for, and looked after. Perhaps I shall visit her again, and soon...

Of course how can I forget... Dear Sabrina!. Ms Ravenwood and myself have had a long.. standing relationship of sorts. She first gained my attention in a castle, perhaps.. the land of Elahrair? Yes, that seems to be the first place we met. Hmmm... Sabrina Sabrina... so tormented over the years, I nearly broke you. But then.. I stoped, after that.. I'd have to remake you. I wasn't willing to do that, but perhaps sometime in the future. When I think back on the years.. of torment, so.. lovely... I almost start to shiver. She has been a rather... main focus of mine. Sure, I've had my other experiments over the years. I've even gained a few new ones.. recently. Though there was always something pulling towards her, for me anyways. Sabrina used to run, I could have had my way with this.. kindred, a few times. But for whatever reasons, ones that I'm unsure of.. I didn't. Though perhaps thats part of the game, part of the hunt. But I'm sure all of that didn't compare to what I've recently said. Love.. is something alien to me, but for her.. perhaps I feel a small part of it. Not love like humans.. oh no, love.. how I view it. I truely love.. tormenting this kindred. Perhaps for me, love is torment..