It Can't Rayne all the Time...
It Can't Rayne all the Time...
It can't rain all the time
the sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long
your tears won't fall forever.
~Jane Sieberry
I was born in the state of Ohio on the 10th of December in the 1,971st year after the lord's birth(if you believe in such things). My parents were Jeffrey and Marna Blake, two estranged hippies that were known as "Brother Peace" and "StarShine" til the day they died in 1984. I had one brother named "Sunflower", but he went by Bryan for obvious reasons. When my parents died, it was near the eve of my 13th birthday. I do remember being a happy child, though when I look back, I was very afraid. My parents always promised to end the reckless, drug laden part of their lives, but that was one promise they never kept that cost them their existence.
A year after the double death, my brother (who thought he was SO wise), moved us to the big city of New York where "an 18 year old is a real man". I, barely 14, spent my days in the house reading stacks of books and trying to gain some form of knowledge. My brother worked three jobs to keep the rent paid and food on the table, and when I started to blossom at 16, I had to start earning my keep. My brother would charge men he met to do certain things with or to me that I choose not to mention here. For four long years, I went on like this, making money the only way my brother thought I could. Four years, until at 20 I met Joshua Keating, known to all as "Storm".
Storm, on the outside, looked like a street wise businessman. Always ready for the "deal of a lifetime", but the pain always lingered in his green eyes. I remember the first time I saw him, long blonde hair slicked back into a braid down his back, and emeralds that to this day could cut through me. It seems cliche to say he lifted me from the ashes (of the fire my parents died in so many years ago), but, he really did.
Storm, to me, was my "Jesus" on the streets of New York, and I was the little lamb he needed to guide and protect. He gave me an asylum from Bryan, an apartment to crash in, and a new identity to break from the memories. So I became Rayne, a purple haired, multiple pierced, tattooed girl, who could actually say for once "I am...alright". Storm made me his other half, his compliment so to speak. We lived together, slept together, and worked together in the corner art shop we ran. I can laugh at myself now, I always thought I was such a "tough cookie". Boy, I had a lot to learn.
My four glorious years with Storm, changed me forever, and for that, I thank him. I doubt survival was an option the way my life was going. Things were bliss, until Storm found another "lost sheep" to be shepherd to. I still can't believe the man had the nerve to be angry at me for being upset at him. After some hard words, backhands, and empty threats, I left him and started over again at 24.
Now, at 26, I have my own art business, 2 houses, and respect as an individual. I must say I never envisioned myself reclining with Vampyres, but then, I never envisioned many things that have occured in my life. I like the castle, it gives me solace and a good place to find "victims" of my art. Will I let someone embrace me? That remains to be seen. Until such a time, I will remain a woman who wears velvet turtle necks year 'round.
Hope to bump into you at the castle..grab one of my cards before you depart..
Email: rayn@rocketmail.com
