Vamps & Vampires
Chapter One....
It all began when I was a littel girl. The classic vampire movies seduced me before I knew the meaning of the word. Something about that "gaze" ...it told me it was wrong to want it, but felt so good to want it....*giggles* It just seemed like a world I could fit into, perfectly.
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Too much blood-wyne, would give me a high, sparking a bitterness to which forth the midnite diaries came. All the entries in my journal span centuries in time.
I began my descent into the darkness in a rather unique way.Davidson Greggory, my maker, came to me on what was to be my suicide. I was a wife and young mother-to-be in the 1940's. While fighting the war, my husband was killed during his tour of duty. I grieved, immensely, the loss of my husband. Then the ultimate happened, I lost our unborn child too, as a result of the terrible grief from which I was suffering. Weeks had passed as I contemplated what future I could possibly have with no one to love or no one to love me. The whole world sickened me, more & more consuming me like a savage terminal illness. Over the edge sanity and drawing a hot bath, I began a note. Telling the world of my demise...I signed my name & slipped into the hot water. Oddly it felt relaxing, making my morbid task seem somewhat easier. I retreived the blade from my departed husband's razor & made an incision. My tears flowed from my eyes, like the blood from my wrists, as I whimpered how much I missed my loved ones.
At the edge of death and lying in my dilluted blood, a shrouded dark figure appeared before me. His long, thick, curly blonde locks of hair spilled over his shoulders, much like that of a lion's mane. I thought his presence to be that of an angel, his face appeared so soothing & comforting. He told me he could help me, informing me that the choice was mine. Dillusions of death taunted me, and out of fear, I cried for him to save me.
My next reccollection of events was foggy, clouded somehow, for time seemed to have stood still. My eyes fluttered open, realizing I was in a mausoleum. The dim glow of a candle illuminated the cold marble room, casting shadows about. I gasped at each, thinking I saw them move, my vision seemed peculiar,but somehow more crisp & clear. I felt dizzy & there was a constant pulse beating in my ears. Then, out of the shadows, Davidson stepped forth. A pain like no other consumed me. I cried out as I felt my guts wrenching & twisting inside. The clearest memory was that of my tiny feet on the cold floor as I walked toward Him, not knowing where I was going or why.
"What have you done to me?" I screamed. "This is a fate worse than death itself!" with a hint of desparation.
He sat at the edge of the bed, gently caressing my brow. I did not understand, but I could smell the blood within his wrist, as he touched me. I was being overwelmed by my senses. They seemed magnified 1,000 times. The trees were alive...I felt I saw everything around me, breathing. It was undescribable to mortals. He pricked his wrist gently allowing some blood to surface. I lunged at it, then recoiled, for I felt completely confused. Why did I desire & crave the blood? I cried even more in confusion.
"Drink, child." he whispered softly.
And it was then that I began my descent into immortality.
He spent the entire night telling me what was to happen, what I would be, and why. He said through my new eyes I would see the beauty & joy my former life had not given me. He spoke of a new appreciation for things & that I would grow strong & knowledgable. He spoke how most mortals live life so carelessly, they take it for granted. He assured me I would find in my new life, what I felt I had lost in my old one. I felt impowered by this, it made me feel more alive than I had ever felt. The key to my entire existence lie within the power & knowledge I would soon learn. I had to become wise & discreet. He promised never to be too far away, that he would protect me always & forever. I was free to learn & discover my new self, free to find love he said, if I so shall. I must say that at the moment, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I spent the entire night absorbing my new surroundings, and taking in my very last sunrise.
Little did I know it was a well laid plan. I was already to inherit the dark gift, it was basically written as far as Davidson was concerned. He had been watching me for years and I never knew. I was a descendant of his enthic heritage, an ancestor. He wanted to bring me over at precisely the perfect time. It was unfortunate, however, that the time had been when I thought I was about to be the happiest woman alive. The things I thought would make me happy in reality, turned against me, hurting me, and haunting me for eternity. I thought I would never love again, so to end it only made sense to me. I did not know, when Davidson came to me on that damp night, that it was all a part of his sinister plan. I was blind to the politics of the vampire world. But just the same, I was thrust headlong, right into the middle of it. Davidson had carried out the entire scenario of my so-called life, and I did not know this for many, many years. He chose to keep it a secret from me. I think if I had known sooner, things would've been very different. But at the time I found this out, I soaked it all in, as though I were grateful to learn of my heritage. I felt pride.
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I lit a cigarette, savoring its flavor in the nice night air. The seasons were changing again, spring was coming. I enjoyed this time of year, for I seem to awaken much like other things this time of year. I enjoy the sounds that spring brings. The delicate sounds of bug & crickets, the lull of a thundershower. I swear to hear the plants & flowers at times my senses are so heightened. I poured a brandy & slipped back to the terrace. The air smelled of humidity & warmth. Definitely a sign of spring. I could always smell things coming, quite a natural talent I had the coven would say. It had been awhile since I heard that. It had been years since I heard them openly appreciate my talents. I missed the closeness I shared with others. I liked having conversations & laughter, I missed that. But it seemed I had lost all I thought was dear to me. They weren't what I thought they were. No one was. Just smoke & mirrors everywhere I turned. No one I met seemed to hold any depth or valuable knowledge. I was starving for someone, anyone, to engage in conversation or share things with. The drama of being alone had lost its flair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had perfected a craft, a talent of sorts. I had grown fond of delighting myself in gentlemen who possessed certain things, such as scientific journals, artwork, or things that went underground and often found at an event called The Black Market Auction. It took place in Paris & you had to be on a list & holding an invitation to get in to it. It harbored some fantastic items. I had never been yet, so all I knew where rumors. I heard the Hope Diamond had been there...the staff belonging to Moses, supposedly and it was even rumored to have the hand of Cain & the head of John the Baptist! You never know. Alot of dark people went to try to get their hands on something to possibly aid in some ritual to better themselves. Discreetly, I sought out certain men who held these powers or the knowledge or both, and prey on them, take their notes, journals, or artifacts. And anything else that might have caught my eye. *evil grin*
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