Touch of darkness... Soul of Light

when I was 12 me and Rick my best friend were playing outside in the snow and suddenly when we were sleigh riding I hit my head on a rock and it caused me to bleed. The nearest house was Damion Zhanzlo's he was the richest man in town. And a hermit for the most part. No one was ever allowed in his house without his permission. Sinch I was bleeding so much Rick took me to the house and Damion came out having been watching from the window. He was a dark adonis you might say. Black raven hair like mine and sky blue eyes. He took me in his arms and carefully held me to his chest. As I opened my eyes I saw somthing in them.. I saw kindness and gentleness. And there is such in him. But it is buried so deeply I did not know that then. To me he was my hero. The man who saved my life. and when he asked Mama and Papa if he could marry me when I came of age at 17 they said yes despite their fear that somehow they would lose me. I was their only child and they adored me. Rick. *a sigh is heard* Rick was 2 years older than me and very much in love with me. I guess I loved him too in my way. When I was 15 me and him went skinny dipping like we did when we were kids and suddenly we kissed and didnt stop. I knew that meant that I should marry Rick and not Damion. Confusion tore at me then. Who did I love you know. Papa told Damion what happend and he said it didnt matter he still wanted me. Since I saw Damion almost every night during our bethrothel. I felt excited that he would still love me. Didnt realize he thought of me as property then." To make a story short Rick died. I dont know how or who though I suspect Damion. I married Damion at 16. when my daughter was not even 3 months old. I left her with mamma and papa to raise. Her name was Miranda. My Randa. I married Damion and on our wedding night he took me to his bed and made me a dark one like him. a vampiric demon of Sie desent. He taught me who and what I was and the history. and he told me he loved me and he did in his own way. He treated me with kindess but at times he would become angry and torture me. Feeding me spiders and other such things. After these things he would look at me with a glimmer of guilt in his eyes. I forgave him. I forgave him everything. Untill on Mirandas 17th birthday I found her laying in a pool of blood. I confronted Damion and in my anger I took his wedding ring with the magic potion on it and the vials he had and ran away. I would not love the man who left my child to die. In his rage at losing me Damion killed in history it is known as the blood massacre. It went on for many years. I did not know the extent till a friend in this realm told me of what was seen and said. I was the one behind the death of millions. Over the years me and Damion have crossed paths images in the night with me always escaping him again. Untill now. He made my daughter a vampire. and therefore he has her hostage against me. He knows my heart all to well even after 480 years. And I still know him and sense him as he comes closer. His rage at me and the hurt deep inside so angry. My children know the story and hopefully they will not come

LIFE IN BEWARE One in beware I was known as SieCatt Vampire extordinaire. I made some friends Tess'ah, Tempus, Ice, and a few others. Dark Flame who understood my coldness. Betrayel is a dish best served cold, and I learned that the hard way. Things felt so lost, and I felt so abandoned that I felt pulled. David had betrayed me, a love but he was fleeting. I pulled at his soul, but he proved to flimsy. My lovers, I had a few. I also had my favorite meals.. The young Gessa, Mavin, Shainge just to name a few. But over time I grew restless, the words that many spoke to me driving me wild. Could I truly do better than this? It drove me. And one day I took some of that midas dust that vanquished all of the vampire blood, except for about five percent. And left in it's place a young girl named Katiraye. My life then it was magical.. I was young, free, and full of life. I met a man Jon, and we bonded soul, mind, body. We we're married under a briar where we swore always to be true. Then Miranda returned during one of those times that Jon had gone off to fight. Trying to steal our children. To destory me, and it was horrible. I felt weak abandoned, and all I could do was cry. And then my daughter was stolen by the one called forsaken, a plot by Miranda, and Damian who changed his name to Dhamon. To save the child I had to allow the part of me that had been Siecatt to surface. That was when Dhamon caught me, drove me in to his arms and locking me in his tower. Torturing me, day in and out. And when he found out I was pregant.. Well let's just say he pretended to be a happy family. Forcing me to either make Jon belive I was dead, or he would kill Miranda, and my unborn child. Weeping I did so. Wishing that jon had been strong enough, and loved me enough to see past it.