Hm..I suppose I have gotten weak in my old age. That can be the only reason for my downfall. Downfall, maybe that is too strong of a word. I have finally become one of them, you know, one of those night creatures. Do you just wake up and decide you want to drink blood for the rest of your life? That is basically how it happened to me. That and a rather striking fellow that looked too damn good in leather.
So..the story. One fine evening, I was dozing on my table and heard a whisper in my ear. It was a fellow named Eibon. Eibon, well let's just say he doesn't have the best attitude in the world..but I digress. We had, had our fun together over the past couple of weeks and he decided he wanted me for his childe. Now don't start getting sick ideas, I don't call him daddy or anything (well except when he wants me too). He took me out into the garden and promptly drank every last stich of blood out of my body. He then oh so sweetly slit his wrist and made me drink his black blood straight from the vein. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a crooked gryn on his face. The next thing I knew, he had opened up the earth and tossed me into a hole like a rag doll. My first lesson as a vampyre was having to dig myself out of the earth. I suppose you could call it a lesson in survival.
The road of learning was not an easy one with Eibon leading the way. I learned quickly not to get an attitude with him when he broke my neck one evening and left me numb on the floor. Needless to say, he healed me when I promised to be a good girl. Not much has changed for me since my hm.."awakening" so to speak. I am more cold hearted than ever. I wear leather a lot more (and look damn good if I say so myself). I drink blood, and eat a good sound portion of raw flesh everyday. Oh...and I follow Eibon and praise his name every morning before I go to sleep *sarcastic chuckle*. He tells me that I am a 7th generation Nagarajan Vampyre. The Nagaraja are a rather ruthless bloodline that are nicknamed Cannibals. They are a combination of Euthanatos Mages and some nameless Kindred. To put it bluntly, these are not "people" you would want to run into in a dark alley anytime soon.
Since my embrace, something rather significant did happen. Eibon, was beheaded in Caslte Vampyre one night by a spineless fool named Aarandel. The ninny pulled some magical sword and chopped off Eibon's head because he thought Eibon was too violent in his glorious castle. Now doesn't it seem a bit hypocritical that he chopped off someone's head in the middle of the room? Anyway, I was out of the country and returned to hear the news. Needless to say I was not pleased and brokes a few tables..and a few people in my fury. Eibon, oh the man is so cunning, lived through this beheading in the form of a wraith. He decided to inhabit the body of a weak, brainless, STUPID man named DarkDream. DarkDream made one smart choice and let Eibon have the body. Now Eibon and I play as we used to, well if you call annoying the piss out of people "playing". Our newest challenge is riding the world of a certain mortal named Bunnie. OH, she made her first mistake when she told me to "shut up". She made her second when she slapped me. Her third, was when she called me a bitch and threatened me. I vow, she will not make a fourth.
I suppose you can keep tuning in for further stories of "As the nights of our lives turn". That is what I call the melodrama of Castle Vampyre. Wish me luck in my new "life".
~~Rayne~~
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