Her long black hair danced in the summer winds, but all her emanations were winter incarnate. I shivered, both fascinated and repelled. This nameless girl was a new student at the boarding school my family had exiled me to. It was only happenstance that we encountered each other at that moment. Or was it?

She stood before me, like a queen, cold and dire. But her eyes….her eyes…. My bones melted into nothing, and I knew this girl could demand of me anything she so desired. A wrench of will to look away. And the pain of that tore my heart. I looked to see if there was another soul upon the steps of the school library. One glance showed me we were alone.

One imperious queen, one shivering child.

Her hand beckoned me towards her side, but how her eyes drew me. There are no words to encompass such delicious fear and desire.

We began to walk towards the gardens at the side of the school. My blood ran as cold as her hand, which reached to hold mine with utmost dominion.

I recall questioning her, hesitant words dropping from my lips. She would only say, with her onyx eyes wavering between scorn and passion, “You are mine now.”

A heady terror. It engulfed me so entirely I almost wrenched my hand from her’s to flee. She seemed to sense that terror, whereupon a calm would fill me, as completely as the terror had.

Reaching a small grove, she turned towards me, my terror blooming again so that I almost fell at her feet in anguish.

She reached for me and held my shuddering body close. No warmth. Only the terror and the desire for something beyond my reach. With one firm move she slid her lips upon my neck and bit hard, deep. I cried out in pain! But there was no escape. Then, or now.

That day I died. That day I felt the curse of the Dark Lady descending upon me, as I died, and yet was reborn. Into what I could only speculate. Months would pass as I came to understand what I had been transformed into….a vampire. The Undead. A cursed being of deadly desire.

Oh, Mother! You would weep tears of horror, loss and despair if you knew what I have become!

A hundred years I have been this creature of blood-death. I am damned. The thirst for blood has doomed me to this life. My Maker, may she be cursed beyond eternity!, has chosen me to follow her path. I am her heir….but, I am nothing. Nothing of the Light. Nothing of the Divine. Nothing of Love. My heart is icen granite. My only comforts are blood, dark nights, dreams of life that bear no fruit.

And yet….and yet! Hope remains that one day this burdensome curse will be lifted from my soul. Till then I pray to the Dark Lady to gift me my freedom. Dare you wonder that I pray? Me, a vampire? With my kiss of death upon you, you will wonder no longer. You may pray, simply, to die.

Immortal. Broken and bound. Blood, the binding.

I decided it was time to find others of my kind. To understand more fully what I am. So many long years I searched, travelling Europe, the Far East, even unto the Americas. The trail of bodies behind me were a testament to hunger and hatred, dread and desire, pain and passion. Of myself. Of the mortals I drained of blood to satiate my desire. Of my Maker. (But, of her, I will speak no more.)

I found them when I returned to Europe, even more cold and despairing than before. Discovered them at a most miserable and dank place called Drakesheath Hall. Whether I will learn anything of import is still to be seen. The hope remains, damned or redeemed. One body to die in agonized terror, one despairing wail to echo into the shadows of the night. I pray I will find answers at Drakesheath Hall.

~from a roleplay at AncientWorlds

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Her long black hair danced in the summer winds, but all her emanations were winter incarnate. I shivered, both fascinated and repelled. This nameless girl was a new student at the boarding school my family had exiled me to. It was only happenstance that we encountered each other at that moment. Or was it?

She stood before me, like a queen, cold and dire. But her eyes….her eyes…. My bones melted into nothing, and I knew this girl could demand of me anything she so desired. A wrench of will to look away. And the pain of that tore my heart. I looked to see if there was another soul upon the steps of the school library. One glance showed me we were alone.

One imperious queen, one shivering child.

Her hand beckoned me towards her side, but how her eyes drew me. There are no words to encompass such delicious fear and desire.

We began to walk towards the gardens at the side of the school. My blood ran as cold as her hand, which reached to hold mine with utmost dominion.

I recall questioning her, hesitant words dropping from my lips. She would only say, with her onyx eyes wavering between scorn and passion, “You are mine now.”

A heady terror. It engulfed me so entirely I almost wrenched my hand from her’s to flee. She seemed to sense that terror, whereupon a calm would fill me, as completely as the terror had.

Reaching a small grove, she turned towards me, my terror blooming again so that I almost fell at her feet in anguish.

She reached for me and held my shuddering body close. No warmth. Only the terror and the desire for something beyond my reach. With one firm move she slid her lips upon my neck and bit hard, deep. I cried out in pain! But there was no escape. Then, or now.

That day I died. That day I felt the curse of the Dark Lady descending upon me, as I died, and yet was reborn. Into what I could only speculate. Months would pass as I came to understand what I had been transformed into….a vampire. The Undead. A cursed being of deadly desire.

Oh, Mother! You would weep tears of horror, loss and despair if you knew what I have become!

A hundred years I have been this creature of blood-death. I am damned. The thirst for blood has doomed me to this life. My Maker, may she be cursed beyond eternity!, has chosen me to follow her path. I am her heir….but, I am nothing. Nothing of the Light. Nothing of the Divine. Nothing of Love. My heart is icen granite. My only comforts are blood, dark nights, dreams of life that bear no fruit.

And yet….and yet! Hope remains that one day this burdensome curse will be lifted from my soul. Till then I pray to the Dark Lady to gift me my freedom. Dare you wonder that I pray? Me, a vampire? With my kiss of death upon you, you will wonder no longer. You may pray, simply, to die.

Immortal. Broken and bound. Blood, the binding.

I decided it was time to find others of my kind. To understand more fully what I am. So many long years I searched, travelling Europe, the Far East, even unto the Americas. The trail of bodies behind me were a testament to hunger and hatred, dread and desire, pain and passion. Of myself. Of the mortals I drained of blood to satiate my desire. Of my Maker. (But, of her, I will speak no more.)

I found them when I returned to Europe, even more cold and despairing than before. Discovered them at a most miserable and dank place called Drakesheath Hall. Whether I will learn anything of import is still to be seen. The hope remains, damned or redeemed. One body to die in agonized terror, one despairing wail to echo into the shadows of the night. I pray I will find answers at Drakesheath Hall.

~from a roleplay at AncientWorlds

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Her long black hair danced in the summer winds, but all her emanations were winter incarnate. I shivered, both fascinated and repelled. This nameless girl was a new student at the boarding school my family had exiled me to. It was only happenstance that we encountered each other at that moment. Or was it?

She stood before me, like a queen, cold and dire. But her eyes….her eyes…. My bones melted into nothing, and I knew this girl could demand of me anything she so desired. A wrench of will to look away. And the pain of that tore my heart. I looked to see if there was another soul upon the steps of the school library. One glance showed me we were alone.

One imperious queen, one shivering child.

Her hand beckoned me towards her side, but how her eyes drew me. There are no words to encompass such delicious fear and desire.

We began to walk towards the gardens at the side of the school. My blood ran as cold as her hand, which reached to hold mine with utmost dominion.

I recall questioning her, hesitant words dropping from my lips. She would only say, with her onyx eyes wavering between scorn and passion, “You are mine now.”

A heady terror. It engulfed me so entirely I almost wrenched my hand from her’s to flee. She seemed to sense that terror, whereupon a calm would fill me, as completely as the terror had.

Reaching a small grove, she turned towards me, my terror blooming again so that I almost fell at her feet in anguish.

She reached for me and held my shuddering body close. No warmth. Only the terror and the desire for something beyond my reach. With one firm move she slid her lips upon my neck and bit hard, deep. I cried out in pain! But there was no escape. Then, or now.

That day I died. That day I felt the curse of the Dark Lady descending upon me, as I died, and yet was reborn. Into what I could only speculate. Months would pass as I came to understand what I had been transformed into….a vampire. The Undead. A cursed being of deadly desire.

Oh, Mother! You would weep tears of horror, loss and despair if you knew what I have become!

A hundred years I have been this creature of blood-death. I am damned. The thirst for blood has doomed me to this life. My Maker, may she be cursed beyond eternity!, has chosen me to follow her path. I am her heir….but, I am nothing. Nothing of the Light. Nothing of the Divine. Nothing of Love. My heart is icen granite. My only comforts are blood, dark nights, dreams of life that bear no fruit.

And yet….and yet! Hope remains that one day this burdensome curse will be lifted from my soul. Till then I pray to the Dark Lady to gift me my freedom. Dare you wonder that I pray? Me, a vampire? With my kiss of death upon you, you will wonder no longer. You may pray, simply, to die.

Immortal. Broken and bound. Blood, the binding.

I decided it was time to find others of my kind. To understand more fully what I am. So many long years I searched, travelling Europe, the Far East, even unto the Americas. The trail of bodies behind me were a testament to hunger and hatred, dread and desire, pain and passion. Of myself. Of the mortals I drained of blood to satiate my desire. Of my Maker. (But, of her, I will speak no more.)

I found them when I returned to Europe, even more cold and despairing than before. Discovered them at a most miserable and dank place called Drakesheath Hall. Whether I will learn anything of import is still to be seen. The hope remains, damned or redeemed. One body to die in agonized terror, one despairing wail to echo into the shadows of the night. I pray I will find answers at Drakesheath Hall.

~from a roleplay at AncientWorlds

Daphne Cochran-Shapiro is an Author and Poet, Virtual Assistant, Crafter, and Entrepreneur who specializes in working with people needing virtual office support and web design assistance. My goal is to empower you to be the best you can be in ALL your endeavors. I invite you to browse my sites and share your comments on my works!

Her long black hair danced in the summer winds, but all her emanations were winter incarnate. I shivered, both fascinated and repelled. This nameless girl was a new student at the boarding school my family had exiled me to. It was only happenstance that we encountered each other at that moment. Or was it?

She stood before me, like a queen, cold and dire. But her eyes….her eyes…. My bones melted into nothing, and I knew this girl could demand of me anything she so desired. A wrench of will to look away. And the pain of that tore my heart. I looked to see if there was another soul upon the steps of the school library. One glance showed me we were alone.

One imperious queen, one shivering child.

Her hand beckoned me towards her side, but how her eyes drew me. There are no words to encompass such delicious fear and desire.

We began to walk towards the gardens at the side of the school. My blood ran as cold as her hand, which reached to hold mine with utmost dominion.

I recall questioning her, hesitant words dropping from my lips. She would only say, with her onyx eyes wavering between scorn and passion, “You are mine now.”

A heady terror. It engulfed me so entirely I almost wrenched my hand from her’s to flee. She seemed to sense that terror, whereupon a calm would fill me, as completely as the terror had.

Reaching a small grove, she turned towards me, my terror blooming again so that I almost fell at her feet in anguish.

She reached for me and held my shuddering body close. No warmth. Only the terror and the desire for something beyond my reach. With one firm move she slid her lips upon my neck and bit hard, deep. I cried out in pain! But there was no escape. Then, or now.

That day I died. That day I felt the curse of the Dark Lady descending upon me, as I died, and yet was reborn. Into what I could only speculate. Months would pass as I came to understand what I had been transformed into….a vampire. The Undead. A cursed being of deadly desire.

Oh, Mother! You would weep tears of horror, loss and despair if you knew what I have become!

A hundred years I have been this creature of blood-death. I am damned. The thirst for blood has doomed me to this life. My Maker, may she be cursed beyond eternity!, has chosen me to follow her path. I am her heir….but, I am nothing. Nothing of the Light. Nothing of the Divine. Nothing of Love. My heart is icen granite. My only comforts are blood, dark nights, dreams of life that bear no fruit.

And yet….and yet! Hope remains that one day this burdensome curse will be lifted from my soul. Till then I pray to the Dark Lady to gift me my freedom. Dare you wonder that I pray? Me, a vampire? With my kiss of death upon you, you will wonder no longer. You may pray, simply, to die.

Immortal. Broken and bound. Blood, the binding.

I decided it was time to find others of my kind. To understand more fully what I am. So many long years I searched, travelling Europe, the Far East, even unto the Americas. The trail of bodies behind me were a testament to hunger and hatred, dread and desire, pain and passion. Of myself. Of the mortals I drained of blood to satiate my desire. Of my Maker. (But, of her, I will speak no more.)

I found them when I returned to Europe, even more cold and despairing than before. Discovered them at a most miserable and dank place called Drakesheath Hall. Whether I will learn anything of import is still to be seen. The hope remains, damned or redeemed. One body to die in agonized terror, one despairing wail to echo into the shadows of the night. I pray I will find answers at Drakesheath Hall.

~from a roleplay at AncientWorlds

Daphne Cochran-Shapiro is an Author and Poet, Virtual Assistant, Crafter, and Entrepreneur who specializes in working with people needing virtual office support and web design assistance. My goal is to empower you to be the best you can be in ALL your endeavors. I invite you to browse my sites and share your comments on my works!

Her long black hair danced in the summer winds, but all her emanations were winter incarnate. I shivered, both fascinated and repelled. This nameless girl was a new student at the boarding school my family had exiled me to. It was only happenstance that we encountered each other at that moment. Or was it?

She stood before me, like a queen, cold and dire. But her eyes….her eyes…. My bones melted into nothing, and I knew this girl could demand of me anything she so desired. A wrench of will to look away. And the pain of that tore my heart. I looked to see if there was another soul upon the steps of the school library. One glance showed me we were alone.

One imperious queen, one shivering child.

Her hand beckoned me towards her side, but how her eyes drew me. There are no words to encompass such delicious fear and desire.

We began to walk towards the gardens at the side of the school. My blood ran as cold as her hand, which reached to hold mine with utmost dominion.

I recall questioning her, hesitant words dropping from my lips. She would only say, with her onyx eyes wavering between scorn and passion, “You are mine now.”

A heady terror. It engulfed me so entirely I almost wrenched my hand from her’s to flee. She seemed to sense that terror, whereupon a calm would fill me, as completely as the terror had.

Reaching a small grove, she turned towards me, my terror blooming again so that I almost fell at her feet in anguish.

She reached for me and held my shuddering body close. No warmth. Only the terror and the desire for something beyond my reach. With one firm move she slid her lips upon my neck and bit hard, deep. I cried out in pain! But there was no escape. Then, or now.

That day I died. That day I felt the curse of the Dark Lady descending upon me, as I died, and yet was reborn. Into what I could only speculate. Months would pass as I came to understand what I had been transformed into….a vampire. The Undead. A cursed being of deadly desire.

Oh, Mother! You would weep tears of horror, loss and despair if you knew what I have become!

A hundred years I have been this creature of blood-death. I am damned. The thirst for blood has doomed me to this life. My Maker, may she be cursed beyond eternity!, has chosen me to follow her path. I am her heir….but, I am nothing. Nothing of the Light. Nothing of the Divine. Nothing of Love. My heart is icen granite. My only comforts are blood, dark nights, dreams of life that bear no fruit.

And yet….and yet! Hope remains that one day this burdensome curse will be lifted from my soul. Till then I pray to the Dark Lady to gift me my freedom. Dare you wonder that I pray? Me, a vampire? With my kiss of death upon you, you will wonder no longer. You may pray, simply, to die.

Immortal. Broken and bound. Blood, the binding.

I decided it was time to find others of my kind. To understand more fully what I am. So many long years I searched, travelling Europe, the Far East, even unto the Americas. The trail of bodies behind me were a testament to hunger and hatred, dread and desire, pain and passion. Of myself. Of the mortals I drained of blood to satiate my desire. Of my Maker. (But, of her, I will speak no more.)

I found them when I returned to Europe, even more cold and despairing than before. Discovered them at a most miserable and dank place called Drakesheath Hall. Whether I will learn anything of import is still to be seen. The hope remains, damned or redeemed. One body to die in agonized terror, one despairing wail to echo into the shadows of the night. I pray I will find answers at Drakesheath Hall.

~from a roleplay at AncientWorlds

Daphne Cochran-Shapiro is an Author and Poet, Virtual Assistant, Crafter, and Entrepreneur who specializes in working with people needing virtual office support and web design assistance. My goal is to empower you to be the best you can be in ALL your endeavors. I invite you to browse my sites and share your comments on my works!