My father was the master Vampire of the Von Hagen clan of Romania. It was seldom that my father spoke of my mother, and although I don’t remember her, my heart aches for her terribly. Daddy was always so serious, rarely smiling or showing any emotion towards me or my two sisters. We were never allowed to leave our castle, so our childhood was spent wandering the cavernous rooms of our estate, often playing hide and seek and discovering secret passageways and rooms. It was a lonely time for us, being so isolated from the outside world. My sisters and I did not understand of my father’s life, for although he was a vampire, we were not. My mother had always remained a mortal, and this had caused a great deal of dishonour amongst the Von Hagen clan. One of the reasons we were never allowed to leave the house, I found out later, was because father wanted to protect us. You see, it was when mom was murdered that father became so strict. I was so very young at the time and don’t remember much, but over the years I have been in contact with old family friends who have filled in the missing pieces for me. I was only about three when she died, but to this day I remember the sound of her voice as she sang me to sleep. And I also recall the night my father was killed. I remember waking to the sound of my sister’s screams. Grabbing my robe, I flew out of my room, stopping abruptly when I witnessed a creature attacking my father in the hallway. Quickly I retreated to another room and hid myself, fearing for my family. I could not have been more the 7 years old at the time but I do remember hearing voices and seeing shadows in the room I was hiding in. I was certain my heartbeat would give me away, but they left that room and eventually the castle. I stayed in that spot for what felt like hours and then slowly made my way out. I hadn’t gotten far when I was scooped up and whisked into the dark night. I have never been back to my home since that night. How the story goes is that one of my fathers’s trusted vampire friends came to the castle that night to warn my father of an impending take over by some of the other clan members. They no longer respected my father and wanted change, and the only way to take over was to destroy him. And so that night while I slept, they attacked the castle and slaughtered my father. The man who rescued me took me to another town and left me with a family that swore to protect me. I was told my father had been killed and my sisters had been as well but that I would be safe and loved. And I was. Years later I have now found out that my sisters are indeed alive, and the man who saved me that night is still very close to me.
One night not so long ago, I was out for a walk, when I slipped and fell. A rather striking man came to my aid and we became fast friends. I learned after a short period that he was a dark prince, a vampire who has been searching for his own family. We spent many long nights together discussing his life and both the good side as well as the downside of being immortal. In my mind, he created a fantasy so vivid I longed to become a part of it. For so long I had been feeling empty, lost and alone, not able to find my sisters or any other distant relative and the thought of becoming a creature of the night was not only romantic but called to my soul. So when the full moon rose one night, I took his hand and begged him to turn me, pleading with his black heart to end my agony as a mortal and let me fulfill a new destiny. At first he was reluctant, but in me he saw a soul with so much potential to be a powerful vampire that he decided he would. He began to kiss me and soon the passion between was so intense that it burned to our cores. And in the very throws of passion, he placed his mouth upon my neck, breathing in my human scent, feeling my life blood in his mouth and he bit down hard, causing me to writhe in both pain and pleasure, sucking the last of my breath away and draining me of my last drop of human blood. As I became limp in his arms for a mere moment, he held me tight, waiting for me to breathe again…to breathe the air of the undead. I whimpered softly and his lips met mine in a deep erotic kiss. He took me completely that night, for I lost my virginity, my innocence and my life in one desire filled moment.
Today, I am an accomplished warrior, having trained with master fighters from around the world. My powers grow and change daily and I am still trying to figure things out. Do I ever miss my human days? Yes and no, for my heart retains the memories of my life of so very long ago, but my soul rejoices in my life as it is, the darkness fulfills me. Destiny awaits………
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