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Aimless Wandering
I wandered the world aimlessly and alone for
hundreds and more years, not remembering what had occured. The trauma so
hard that merciful Amnesia had settled over me, though plagued with flashbacks here and there. Trying to come to terms with my life and why I'm here. I met many of people during this time, helped here and there. I learned of
Garou's (Werewolves), Bastet's
(Were cats), Mages, Changelings, Demons and Hunters and mortals of all sorts, which some I befriended and some of them are dead now.
I can't remember what year it was, though I remember I sailed to the South of France on the under deck of a 4
master and decided to stay in France for a while. Wandering aimlessly around and came upon a wonderful
Castle with a large lake in the midst of an rather large forest, bigger then I have ever
seen and wondered who lived there. It held a Tavern, so I decided to stop
and drop in for a drink.
If I had known the future, I would have known that I would never leave this place again.
Upon entering the lowly lit Keep through the double doors, I was surrounded by the ancient gothic architecture and design of an era which today has long since departed from the modern works to which I was accustomed.
To my right I could see a fully stocked bar which held drinks for all persuasions. The rich oaken woodwork caught the light from the ever-burning fire across the
room while shadows seemed to melt in the depths of the curves and flourishes they danced upon.
Turning to gaze upon the fireplace, almost straight ahead towards the left, I stood still in the awe of the mastery used to devise such a piece of work. The blazing logs licked toward the open
flute, as the surrounding stones were warm to the touch. A daunting marble mantle adorned
the fireplace with intricate carvings of, could it be? I believed I saw the figures of ancient
Italian, Gods and Goddesses etched into the dark marble. Large floor to ceiling windows align the wall to the left. Each one
was draped with delicate lace curtains allowing the star and moonlight to cascade along the dark marble flooring.
And there, over the Mantle, hanging in a frame of gilded Gold, silver and the finest
copper is a painting, the Image of Lord Victor DaCross sitting comfortably in full regalia of
his style.. his eyes enigmatic and powerful, a crown adorning his head.
Though in the darkness behind the throne in the portrait, glowing
gleaming red eyes of real ruby gaze out, watching....but over what?
Glass doors and windows etched with rose and vine patterns led out toward the balcony precipice. Stone balustrades
surrounded the balcony with a rail of smooth, cool onyx marble. Stone benches and tables
were scattered about for the comfort of the patrons who mingle there.
As I
walked inside the
Castle I looked around and was impressed by its old style. A huge fireplace was roaring and I saw
two men with an woman sitting by the bar talking. One of the men was tall and well build with long white hair. His face, like mine,
unnaturally pale. He exited in me an admixture of admiration and respect, that I found hard to explain. His expression slightly mocking and predatory but it showed also great wisdom, not
constant but passing like shadows of clouds across a field.
His eyes which glittered at times like those of a snake appeared suddenly deep and contemptuous. Flashbacks between Lord
Raven and this man let my fingers still tremble. I felt certain that this was a man of a kind that I had only once seen before. Compound, balanced, of mind and spirit. I bowed to him in greeting and he gave me a smile, his lips slightly revealing his gleaming white teeth as he answered my bow with an almost
unnoticeable nod. Only later did I realize he was the man in the painting
above the Fireplace.
I was very pleased when I discovered that the owner of the castle
Lord Victor DaCross was also Kindred and of my Clan, how weired that he held the same first name as my dead
Husband Victor Raven.
Well, I stayed in the castle after getting a chamber for myself, while DaCross, his family and his friends and
I grew closer. Perhaps too close for over time I fell in love with him. He
was a very honorable Man, always bringing long forgotten memories back from my first Husband Lord
Raven, if he just looked at me I melted away. What I didn't know at that time was, that
my world would just fall apart again for the woman who sat with him the
night I entered the keep for the first time, was in love with him too. I
surely stood no chance, but then, I had yet grown a backbone. Pictures of Lord Raven and what had happened
to him flashed though my mind, wondering if my Sister Morissa was still alive or not. But I didn't care anymore. All I wanted is to end all of this right here and now.
All I remember is that I heard DaCross and Anastasia muffled in my mind,
begging me to stop it. Not to go on with what I was doing, that I was
torporing. I knew for as young as I was, I would not have had much time to
remain in this state, but still, I did not care.
Here I heard DaCross again in my mind again, asking me if I wanted to
become his adopted childer, while he promised that he would help me, teach
me he promised me to be by my side, though for that, I had to drink once
again, to bind myself to him. I felt how blood started to enter my mouth, swallowing weakly, pain ripping through my throat with every swallow.
When I came to again and I opened my eyes slowly I saw Anastasia and DaCross kneeling over me,
still feeding me of his blood. DaCross looking at me with concerned but also relieved eyes as he
stroked my hair. He told me that from now on I would be one of his and Anastasia's family members.
 
 
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