A few hundred years ago, just outside of London, I was born to a Stefn and Rose Cryda. I was the youngest of three children, the others being William and Emma. Emma was just three years older than I and could be very mischievious, constantly playing pranks on me and William. She had black hair and hazel eyes that would change color depending on her mood. William was the oldest at twelve. He had light brown hair and brilliant gold eyes. He would always make toys for Emma and me to play with. We grew up in the middle class part of town since some of our relatives were rather wealthy. Oh, and my name, back then, was Lillian Wynn Cryda.
My childhood was rather normal, until I turned six that is. My father was an architect, his latest job was working on a manor for a wealthy Lord, and this would keep him gone for days on end. Lord Acelet and Lady Alana were the heads of the manor my father was working on. Lady Alana was a beautiful woman with porcelain skin, long black hair neatly kept in a bun, emerald eyes, and long nails. The lord, Acelet, had light silver hair that he tied back in a pony tail, silvery-blue eyes that seemed stern, and his overall pressence was that of power and wealth. They had a son a little older than me named Nevan who had black hair, and blue-green eyes. Will and I thought they seemed normal but Emma was going off on another one of her crazy stories about monsters and said that at night they turn into beasts and wander into the woods just outside their house. But just like the many times before, Will and I just laughed.
Our family was invited to dinner one night when the work on the manor was complete, as a sign of gratitude, i believe that's what my mother said. Anyway, we were dressed in our best and groomed to near perfection. My mother wished to make sure that the three of us not only looked are best, but also behaved, since dinner was such a generous offer. Storm clouds rushed in over head, and the rain
pourred down, Will and I joked that it was an ominous sign. Will helped our father hook up our horses to the carriage, and then the two of them helped each "lady" up into it. My father gave the reigns to Will, and we were off down the dirt paths that, because of the rain, have become rather muddy.
As we became closer and closer to the manor, the skies became darker. Soon enough we got to the manor and departed our carriage. Will walked in back with Emma and me while our parents were in front, showing us the way up the dark path with a lantern. Eventually we got to the door and we were greated by Lady Alana's sister, Bellatrix. Bellatrix Lionna Osred had long black hair, much like her sister, but she left hers down, all but two braids which graced her head. Bellatrix's eyes were green, much like her sisters, but unlike Alana's, Bellatrix had a piercing power.
We went inside and were directed to a large room with a long table lined with food. As we got closer, I noticed Lady Alana talking to a very unique woman. Her name was Nisha-Chandra Ajeet, and she was as elegant as she was exotic. Her long dark hair was pulled back very simply, she had reddish-brown eyes that were delicatly done, but not over done, and her skin was a beautiful dark tan that seemed to glow in the candle light . Nisha's ruby red robes with gold embriodery, and her brilliant red bangles around her left wrist, were only enhancing her beauty. After being mesmorized by her looks, I was snapped back into reality by Emma's nudge and then took a seat.
I was sitting inbetween Emman and William, while our parents sat near the Lady and Lord. Across from us was Nevan and Bellatrix, and sitting next to Bellatrix was Fulk, one of Lord Acelet's brothers. At the opposite end of where our parents were sitting sat Nisha and a friend of the Lord's, Tyrell Fredrick. After giving thanks, we were alloyed to enjoy the feast. Much of the food was game, and most of it being deer. Fulk said that there was a large amount of deer in the woods a few days ago and that's where they got all of it.
Emma said that even if there was a lot of deer, it would be hard to catch as many as they did. Will and I just smiled as we all continued to enjoy the pleantiful feast. After dinner we were invited to see the work they hired our father to do. We each got up and followed in a line to a door that led out to the back. Nevan ran ahead and turned on the laterns along the pathway. When he got to the last one, I was able to see a good sized building that looked a bit like a church. Once we got to the building, I saw that it really was a church. We were told to look inside and see what our father had acomplished. Everything was amazing. The pillars, pews, everything was made out of stone, including a fire pit filled with candles just below the alter.
It was getting late. Lady Alana recomended that we'd stay at the manor for the night and my mother graciously accepted. We all went back up the path as Fulk blew out each lantern behind us. Nevan showed each of us our rooms. Emma and I were to stay in the same room up on the second floor with our brother's just down the hallway. Our parents got the guest room on the first floor, right next to the Lord's and Lady's. Nisha's room was also on the first floor, right across from our parent's room. Tyrell went back to his house, and Neven, Fulk, and Bellatrix went back to their rooms up on the second floor. Then everything fell silent.
Screams pierced the night. All of a sudden, our door bursted open and William came through in a panic. He ran to mine and Emma's beds, pulled us out of them, and stood us on the floor. He kept on repeating "we must get out of here," over and over again as he dragged Emma and I through the halls. When we got downstairs, there were puddles of something warm, but Will just dragged us through them, holding his breath. Emma kept on asking where our parents were, and I was wondering to, but Will just kept us moving.
The door was in sight, but as Will was about to open it, a shadow rushed out in front of him and knocked him to the ground. The shadow turned into a figure with red robes, it turned into Nisha! Stunned, I just stood there. Soon, shadows filled the room and surrounded us, one grabbed Emma and took her away. Will got to his knees and wrapped his arms around me, tears streamed down his cheeks. He looked Nisha in the eyes and said told her that if she wanted me, she'd have to go through him. Nisha's eyes glowed, fangs and claws appeared as she slowly walked towards us. Will held me tight, to the point where I was having trouble breathing, but as Nisha got closer, his grip loosened. I shouted his name and he snapped back to reality. Will stood up and told me to grab his leg. I did what he said, but was now having trouble seeing with all the water in my eyes. I held tight and closed my eyes, as i could hear Nisha's footsteps coming closer and closer. The footsteps stopped, and I could feel a rise in my brother's breathing. Just then something warm and wet fell on me as my brother fell foreward. I opened my eyes and saw my brothers blood over me, and him dead on the floor. I looked up at Nisha while she licked her claws clean of the fresh blood. I couldn't move as she leaned over towards me.
"My, aren't you a pretty little thing with those violet eyes," her face was only an inch or two away from mine, "now what should I do with you I wonder." I just stood there, helpless. "Calm down dear, I won't kill you. Just look into my eyes and everything will be alright." Unable to help it, I was mesmorized by her eyes, now the color of blood. She said some weird words in a whisper as things started to turn dark. The next thing I remember, I was chained up in a cold place. Bellatrix came towards me with a glass, as a robed figure stood by, what appeared to be, a doorway. My mouth was dry, but the elixer in the glass reminded me too much about that night and I held my mouth as shut as I could. Bellatrix lowered the glass to my level, forcefully opened my mouth and made me drink it. It was warm yet refreshing. After I drank, I heard Nisha's voice say "good." Bellatrix got back up and headed over towards the figure that was more than likely Nisha, then the two of them left.
With the taste still fresh in my mouth, I had a strange thirst for more of that weird red elixer. Every night, Bellatrix and Nisha would come to where I was chained and give me the elixer. Days went by, and I noticed some changes within myself. I felt a little stronger, my sight was a little sharper, my nails looked were starting to look like claws, and the thirst for the red elixer grew stronger and stronger until the desire consumed me.
One night, I heard whispers of how Nisha was going to leave the manor and go to the next place for more followers and that Fulk was going with her. In the back of my mind, the memories of screams and familiar faces rushed through. The manor, the warm puddles, the screams, being held so tight I could barely breath. The warm arms of someone, someone who loved me dearly, someone I loved dearly. A face that tried to protect me, a face that could always make me smile. Who's face is this? Who do these arms belong to? The thirst consumed me. The dark destroyed my memories; or so I thought.
Waiting for my daily drink, I sat there trying to figure out why everything made no sense. I waited and waited, but no one came. It seemed like an eternity that I was waiting for my drink. I felt as if I was fading away, I felt weak, and once again everything fell dark. I was woken up by a cold wind, the sent of the elixer, and warm arms holding me tight. My eyes slowly opened to see the face of a man vaguely outlined by something glowing above him. He smiled at me and I closed my eyes. While I was sleeping I remembered who the face in my memories was, it belonged to William Gideon Cryda; it belonged to my brother.
Warmth blew across my body, bringing me back enough. My head was lifted as a warm elixer was poured through my mouth, down the back of my throat. It was that elixer. After a few drinks I finally had enough energy to open my eyes, and I saw the face of the one who saved me. At first glance, he looked like my brother, but I took a harder look and saw that I was wrong. This man was much older, his hair was scruffy, and his eyes looked tired. Everytime the man spoke, it was soft, relaxing, and he always had a smile on his face. The house that he kept me in was small, and a bit cluttered, but still welcoming.
Eventually I had enough energy to move around and one day I told him that I desired to go outside. "Little one, I have something I should tell you," he had me sit next to him, "I went to the manor to kill the vampires and when I went downstairs in the church, I saw you chained up and out cold. I wondered why they would of chained a young girl up, but when I got close I noticed the claws and the spilled glass of blood." Shocked that what I thirsted for, for so long, as the very thing that was so plentiful that dark night, I just sat helpless once again. "Yes little one, you are a vampire. The thing is, I can tell you're not like the others I have come across. For in your sleep I believe you dream. You cry and scream out the names Will and Emma. I believe you still have your heart."
Emma? Emma Emma Emma. Wait, she was, "my sister." "Your sister," he asked? I slowly nodded my head and then told him all I could remember of the night. The man was fascinated, especially when I told him about the exotic woman in the ruby robes with blood red eyes. Things were starting to make sense for me, and yet there was much out of place. So I decided to leave and find the woman in the robes, find Nisha. I had to know why she did this, why did she spare my life? At the same time, I know I had to find her so I could kill her. Kill her for killing my family, and especially for killing my brother. My brother who gave his ife for mine, my now empty life. I became a wanderer; I am a drifter filled with meories and hate.
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