Hello and welcome, I am Peaceful DiAmoureuse...
In the Earth year 1128, I was a young mortal woman on the streets of Paris, France. I was taken from the path on which I walked by a creature most powerful and luminous in appeal.
Helpless to fight and hopeless to escape, I was brought to a dark and shadowy place unknown to me. In an iron grip I was held as my lifeblood was brutally drawn from me...
As tears of pain leaked from my eyes and my throat constricted, every vein in my body throbbing and burning with the emptiness, I struggled with the thought of my impending death. It was then that my captor leaned forth, speaking directly into my ear so that my sluggish brain would understand his speech. In exsquisite French he told me that I would die now, or live on for all the millenia to hear my voice... Forcing the words out, I told him "I want to live"...the gleam in his lumious eyes made them seemingly glow as he again took more of my blood. Only a drop or two must have remained as I blinked and fought against death's grasp. Without much feeling I watched as he took up his arm and used his pointed fang tooth to gash his own skin...and soon the burning lava that was his blood came and nourished me, pulling me from the brink of Hell and making me into something new....
Far have I come since that fateful eve, and long have I traveled to find my true home and gain m'self a family..
Sometimes when the heavens are quiet and nary a branch sways in an errant breeze, I think back, and I wonder....would I have changed even one single, solitary detail? Would I have, for even one second, considered missing that final drop of blood from a victim before the heart stopped? Would I deny myself hearing the cries and prayers of the mortals all about me? Would I have lived well without the strength and ability that I have so gained in the last two centuries?......and from these musings I suddenly blink to find that I have been standing dumfounded in the middle of the street, where the drunken creatures from the tavern have stumbled past me, and where the beggar in the grass has focused on the pale, scarlet-haired woman with the glazed over eyes that one moment appeared green, and in the next a deep brown. I chuckle to m'self that I have again become fixated, and then I turn up the collar on my leather cloak and hurry the rest of the way across the street and into the tavern where my sister Sianna and her Childe Jonas await my company. And as we chat and laugh, and sip our Bloodwyne, I turn my gaze to the light of the moon streaming in through the smeary windows, and I think to m'self..."I would not have changed a thing...."
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