Nightmare Celinox
It was simple. Love is infinite and love is a savior, or so kindred thought. A great woman, A Camarilla prince. What could possibly change her so much was unexpected. A cold woman, calculating despite how people feared and respected her.
Born May third, the year forgotten to her as Jeraldine Rowley, the brunette was born into a family of pianists. she devoted herself to this, fingers flowing over the keys from the time she was six. at Ten, she was taken in by a wealthy family with two children, one male and one female child.
The young woman was brought in to teach them the piano. The daughter was a singer, the son watched the brunette as she played, often soft smiles graced his lips. The young girl she was to be playing with often drifted off in her own little world. She cultivated her singing with the girl, the two growing into steadfast friends.
She stayed in the employment of the Family, her mind slowly starting to wonder why the children didn't age and it caused her to toss and turn at night. She often found herself waking in a cold sweat, feeling as if she was being watched. The woman was often left paranoid and barely able to sleep.
August 8 year undisclosed she woke to a hand curling over her body, to find the "Young Master" and his sister watching her. The woman shivered as she lay there, letting out a faint moan as something washed over her, the young woman shuddering as it seemed her will was ebbed away. Soon pleasure curled over her body, even as lips curled over her neck and then she gasped.
Within moments, she felt her life slipping away from her and whimpered before something fell on her lips, she opened them, allowing it to flow into her. Her cries echoed as she underwent the change.
When she awoke, the woman panted and cried out in fear, not understanding what had happened, the two took nearly three days to explain to her what went on and what she now was. The woman gave an outcry that almost broke a window with the pitch as it sunk in.
She learned that the boy, was a vampire, the girl, his birth sister, also one.
She spent the next few decades moving around the continents with the two, her older look allowing her to take on the guise of their "Mother", a widowed woman, moving to keep her family from bad memories.
There were many kindred men in her life, each showing her something different. Many men held her heart, many men made her feel alive again. Admitting this would always be something she would never admit. Her Pride as a vampire would not allow her to actually admit any true caring for anyone.
The woman spent years cultivating her skills, often turning to a darker way when no one was looking. She found a Savior in a man that she finally fell in love with. The End result was a bloody Kindred Battle that left her taking a killing blow for the man.
Souls Transcend time, however, and with the Myth of Rebirth when a Vampire gives their life for one they love. Her soul spread across the cosmos, flowing into a darkness, emerging as a Creature from Nightmares, forever searching for another love again, while haunting dreams of those that were killers.
Who Am I? Old friends?Born May third, the year forgotten to her as Jeraldine Rowley, the brunette was born into a family of pianists. she devoted herself to this, fingers flowing over the keys from the time she was six. at Ten, she was taken in by a wealthy family with two children, one male and one female child.
The young woman was brought in to teach them the piano. The daughter was a singer, the son watched the brunette as she played, often soft smiles graced his lips. The young girl she was to be playing with often drifted off in her own little world. She cultivated her singing with the girl, the two growing into steadfast friends.
She stayed in the employment of the Family, her mind slowly starting to wonder why the children didn't age and it caused her to toss and turn at night. She often found herself waking in a cold sweat, feeling as if she was being watched. The woman was often left paranoid and barely able to sleep.
August 8 year undisclosed she woke to a hand curling over her body, to find the "Young Master" and his sister watching her. The woman shivered as she lay there, letting out a faint moan as something washed over her, the young woman shuddering as it seemed her will was ebbed away. Soon pleasure curled over her body, even as lips curled over her neck and then she gasped.
Within moments, she felt her life slipping away from her and whimpered before something fell on her lips, she opened them, allowing it to flow into her. Her cries echoed as she underwent the change.
When she awoke, the woman panted and cried out in fear, not understanding what had happened, the two took nearly three days to explain to her what went on and what she now was. The woman gave an outcry that almost broke a window with the pitch as it sunk in.
She learned that the boy, was a vampire, the girl, his birth sister, also one.
She spent the next few decades moving around the continents with the two, her older look allowing her to take on the guise of their "Mother", a widowed woman, moving to keep her family from bad memories.
There were many kindred men in her life, each showing her something different. Many men held her heart, many men made her feel alive again. Admitting this would always be something she would never admit. Her Pride as a vampire would not allow her to actually admit any true caring for anyone.
The woman spent years cultivating her skills, often turning to a darker way when no one was looking. She found a Savior in a man that she finally fell in love with. The End result was a bloody Kindred Battle that left her taking a killing blow for the man.
Souls Transcend time, however, and with the Myth of Rebirth when a Vampire gives their life for one they love. Her soul spread across the cosmos, flowing into a darkness, emerging as a Creature from Nightmares, forever searching for another love again, while haunting dreams of those that were killers.
Come to me, please?
As a vampire, I was old, Ouias, but...I also had my flaws. My charms were that, womanly charms that would draw men in, make them want to protect me, made them think that I was weak and vulnerable, something they had to protect. Would I use my abilities on them? sometimes, but the ones that did so without any use of it would always capture my heart.
For this, my dear Alexander, my dear Gabriel, you two are the ones that I search and yearn for still. The body I am trapped in, this form, will mean nothing when we meet again, this I know. You two could always see what was within. what I will always be, what I always am, who I was, what I was. you both wanted to protect me, shield me.
Alex, you taught me to fight, you helped give me that Spirit that would never give up. You gave me a sense of justice. One that would uphold so much, one that refused to give up.
Gabriel...oh, dear Gabe, you...you through those years that I was traveling with my Sire, when we met, when we found such a time, such battles, you treated me as a treasure. You shielded me, you stood between harm and my small frail body. if we met up now...how would you react? what would your reactions be, Loving and kind Gabe?
"Oh, Dear Alex...forever will I search for you, forever will I look for...the us that should have been." "Gabe, if it is you that accepts me for what I am now...will you allow me to continue my Path of Justice? I pray that you will, for this is all that is holding my frail mind together.
Story and information by Saraphin. Profile CSS by Lexx.
