I was born on November nineteenth, in the year of Our Lord eighteen hundred eighty-one. Yes, mortal, I am considered young for my kind. The turn of the century was rapidly approaching, and it was a time of celebration. Born and raised in New York City, my family was of the upper class, owning a string of franchises worldwide. I, Kaitlyn, my parents' only child, was well versed in the lifestyle of high society, attending countless parties, balls, and masquerades. It was the only way to live, my friend!
It must have been about the time of my seventeenth birthday, the year eighteen hundred ninety-eight, when my parents, after years of constant fighting, decided to file for divorce. As you can well imagine, my perfect little world was shattered. Soon my dear, dear ma and papa received phone calls from the headmistress of the institute at which I was being schooled; my grades were slipping, and I was beginning to develope a tendancy to "act out" in class. My parents did not know it then, but my new friends were of the streets of New York. They understood more than did my classmates what it was like to be from a broken home, and they could supply my only consolation - bootlegged alcohol.
I left home a few years after that. That is to say, my father discovered my little secret and disowned me. I didn't care, I had new friends that would take care of me. But I was wrong there, too. When it was discovered that I no longer had access to daddy's money, I was cast out on my own, a now-useless part of their lowlife society. Now knowing what to do, I ran blindly down alleys until I was lost; far from home, submerged in a world that I hadn't been raised to understand, let alone survive in.
That's when I met him, the vampire who sired me. At first, I was surprised to hear his voice. I had thought the alleyway to be empty. He was about six feet two inches tall, with long red-brown hair and a soft, inviting voice. He told me his name was Ghost and offered me a shoulder to cry on, which I took with gratitude. I'm not sure yet if that was a blessing or a curse, for it is then that he performed the Embrace, the act that creates a childe vampire.
Oh, you would like to know how I ended up in Kingston? That is an interesting question. Very interesting, indeed. I spent the next hundred years wandering by night from city to city, searching for the thing I missed most - a family. I have been to many faraway places in North America, Europe and Russia, but none yeilded that for which I yearned. Coming to Kingston was actually not my choice. I followed a man here, a teacher, from Kansas City.
Joesph Ashe was a truly devoted teacher. He loved his students dearly, and they him twofold. But the Embrace left him broken, far worse than it had affected me those many years ago. Don't get me wrong, it was not by my blood that he became a vampire, but strangely for some vampirism is a curse above and beyond all else. Joesph developed a disorder that caused him to forget everything about his sire and the Embrace. I tried to track the fiend, but he fairly outsmarted me. Joesph went to Kingston, I still don't know why, but the vampires here were waiting for him and I suspect that he had been chosen far before his actual Embrace. As I said earlier, I followed him here. I still don't think he knows that I was ever with him in Kansas City.
So, mortal, now you know the story that follows me. But the tale goes deeper, and is more twisted than I am at liberty to discuss. Good night, dear mortal, and rest assured that you will suffer no harm from myself nor my kin, for you will live with the knowledge of these dark beings until you die. Try to warn people, I dare you. There are none that will believe your utterings. You are, after all, insane. As for myself, I will return to the Elysium, there to meet with the creatures of the night. My Father awaits me there, although Mr. Ashe does not yet know he holds that title.
Farewell...
