| The year was 1718 and a beautiful young Scottish vampire, a woman who had once proudly borne the name MacDonald and who had been the wife of Connor Macleod was in the town of Paris. She was dressed in the latest fashion of the period, a clear sign to anyone who had known the woman as to how far this woman, 'the vagabond' had come since her passage into darkness over a hundred years before. she had come to Paris hoping to see the man most responsible for her ascent into glory, the vampire Armand, the first vampire whom she encountered in her immortal life that took pity on her in her desperation. Heather MacDonald had been alone in her residence in Scotland when she was attacked by the vampire who deprieved her of her mortal life and anything resembling normalcy. She was abandoned afterwards, as many who are doomed to undertake the path of darkness are. Her path was a hard one. With no earthly fortune to make her way in the world Heather was forced to survive completely on her whits, and to make matters worse, the young woman was being pursued by the children of darkness. She entered the garden of a young woman to feed, and was inexplicably drawn back to that moment in time when she was seized by the blood-drinker that would make her immortal. Heather MacDonald's last day of mortality Heather kissed her husband Conner Macleod goodbye as he went to the market, having no idea that it was going to be for the last time. Then the young woman began tending to her flower garden. The garden was Heather's passion. It always had been. Because she had no children and never would, she had always been totally devoted to two things, her husband, Connor Macleod, and her beautiful flower garden. But as she had always used to tell her cousin, Anne MacDonald, the flowers were easier to tend to than her hunsband and they were also a lot more well behaved. Heather had planned a special dinner that night when her husband returned from the market. It was the ten anniversary of their meeting. She had fixed his favorite, beef stew, and she had broken out one of her finest bottles of wine for the occasion. She had gone to her garden to gather flowers for the flower arrangement on the dinner table. She had been singing softly to herself when she heard the crunching of leaves behind her. When she turned around to look she saw the face of the creature that would depreive her of her mortal life, but more importantly, of the most important thing in the world to her, her husband. To make matters worse, he did not stay and look after Heather after he brought her over, but he abandoned her to the fates. Heather could not help but think of that as she went to feed off a woman who was tending her garden in the early evening, just as she had been. When she was finished, and had dropped the body, she swung around at the realization that the pesky children of darkness who were bound and determined to burn her at the stake, and who had made that fact quite apparent to her, were standing there surrounding the young woman. Except this time, for Heather Macdonald, there was no where to run. Heather S ad c |
| A Highlander-Interview with the vampire cross-over |