Turning to the first page you start to read..........
I am a vampire. Drinker of blood and huntress of the night. But evil I am not. I don�t see it is evil to survive, to live out ones life as best you can with what was forced upon you.....like this was forced upon me.
I was only 16 when this was done to me. 16....so long ago that was. How long have I walked among mortals? At last count, something I learned to do after this was done to me, it has been over 300 years. 300 years I have watch pass me by and I am still considered one of the young ones.
Remembering back that long ago I see how truly young and nieve I was. I can remember sitting with my sisters and dreaming of what our husbands might look like, my brothers training for distant wars. My parents indulged us children and sheltered us from much of the realities of that long ago time.
I would sit and practice my needlepoint or play with my pet spaniel in the garden of our keep. Oh how happy I was then. I still wish I could return there....to see again and feel what it was truly like to be alive.
If only I would have listened to my father, to have stayed abed embraced in my dreams that one night. But I didn�t. I was a curious child then. But I had to see who this stranger was who appeared at the gates of our keep that dark night. So I crept down the stairs and slipped behind the velvet curtains of the great hall to listen and see.
To me he looked like an angel prince. Far to soon I was to have my dream shattered. For a prince he claimed to be......an angel he was not. More like a demon from your nightmares.
He asked for payment from my father for a spell. It was to ensure that a �plague� that was striking all our neighbors would by pass our lands and tenants. My father always thought first of those who he held under his protection. So with my mothers blessing he agreed to this. Stating for the man to name his price.
I should have ran then. Ran to my chamber and bolted the door shut. For the prince turned and moved with blinding speed and grabbed me from my hiding place. Wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and pulling me tightly against him.
Shocked at being found I looked up at my father and saw anger in his eyes. Looking to my mother I saw horror in her�s before she fainted. And finally I looked up into the eyes of my prince and saw what I now know as hunger in his penetrating gaze.
I quickly realized I was to be the payment and it was confirmed when my captor told my father such. At that time I started to struggle. Fear and anger gripping me. All my captor did was laugh and pick me up and cradle me in his arms and turned his back to my father and flew with me from the keep.
Still struggling in his arms all he does is laugh at me, telling me we will be together for a longtime. I can still remember crying and begging to be returned to my family. I never was.
The next several months went by in a blur to me. He would feed off of me, keeping me weak so I could not escape. I slept when he slept and was in a haze at night while he was out hunting others. We stayed in fine rooms everywhere we went, but he was the only person I saw this whole time.
I knew I was growing weaker and started to look forward to my death. Death was to be my escape, my freedom from this hell. But that too was robbed from me. He noticed this and stopped feeding from me. He started to bring me fine foods and sweats. Feeding me while I was to weak to feed myself. Soon I was strong and healthy again.
Daily I began begging for my release. He would laugh and then give me a present. Usually a fine gown of silk or a pretty ring or some other finery. All the while calling me his little princess. I would refuse these gifts and he would just smile and leave this room locking me in. Locking me into my gilded cage. Held in this place by my demon prince.
The night he walked in during my bath I knew something was going to happen. All my fears took over. Jumping from the tub and running for the door...anywhere away from him. But he as always was to fast and captured me easily in his arms and carried me struggling over to my bed. With no warning his teeth were buried in my neck and my lifes blood was flowing freely into his waiting lips.
Feeling my life start to fade, I smiled I think. Finally I was going to be free of him. I remember him asking me to stay with him. And with my least breath I whispered no and closed my eyes feeling my soul leave my body.
I know it was my soul that left my body...I can remember clearly watching from above my body the horror of what happen next to me.
I watched him slice open his wrist. The blood, so red, flowing freely. I watched him pry my lips open with his hand and place his bleeding wrist against them. I watched him rub my neck causing me to swallow...the next thing I know I am back in my body still helpless to stop what he was doing to me. Gagging as the blood continued to flow into my mouth and down my throat. Trying to spit it out from around his wrist.
After what seemed an eternity he pushed me away. Blood covering us both. Screaming in pain and horror I clawed at the air around me. I can never explain what it was like to become what I am now...and I wont try.
I know not how long it took. I awoke from where ever I had been in his arms. Him whispering softly the worst was over. My body had been washed and I was now gowned as a princess. Crying at what had happen to me all I could think was now I was his princess....his demon princess.
Silently I vowed to myself to not become evil like him. A life I would never take. I survive...I do not kill. I will escape him, which I did around a 100 years ago. I know he still searches for me, but I will not return to him.
That is another story for another time. It is late and my hand grows tired and I must feed some before I take to my sleep. A sleep still haunted with my father yelling, �Tigraine...�. Yelling for me.
You notice there is more writing in the journal, but you have found out who it belongs to so you can return it. Closing the book and slipping it into the pocket of your cloak. Standing and heading out to search for her.....or do you go back and order another cup of ale and read more?