v\Name: Aneksi-Kawit Bahur
Gender: Female
Age: 3569
Apparent Age: Late twenties, early thirties.

Species: Vampire
Coven: Has ties with the Nephim, Ishak and Amman covens. Due to her age, she is not part of one officially but the Amman and she tends to invite herself into the others simply because she can for the most part. She has long wanted to Lead a coven of her own, but many older vampires have forbidden it due to her rather… Unpredictable nature
Birthplace/Date: Abydos, Egypt in 1552 BC Doesn’t know what date, but that’s not important
Death Place/Death Date: Small village in the southern most part of Egypt, in 1524 BC

Hobbies: Aneksi is a skillful dancer, loves to play music and sing. She can play nearly any instrument as she has long practiced and can sing beautifully as well. She enjoys technology and learning as it keeps her life new and fresh. She is a big lady of the clubs and loves to have fun. One night flings are her specialty and much favored. She even heads to the Sinister Puppet on occasions when she’s looking for something a little more ferocious.

Vampiric Skills: Aneksi has a very entrancing voice and movements and can draw mortals and young vampires to her with a mere flick of her eyes. This is usually how she hunts her preys of both kind. Aneksi has great powers over the mind and can use them to do some terrifying things. She can freeze someone’s heart, lungs, brain or entire body and either paralyze them, kill them or just scare the shit out of them. She can easily read the mind of those younger than her and even if a barrier is presented she can usually rip it down. This more often than not causes the other person great pain, but she believes they deserve it if she asks for the information nicely before. Her powers to read the mind also lead her to emotions which can overwhelm her if she’s not careful to keep up her own barrier to snag them first.

Aneksi also has great telekinetic powers that enable her to control a beings body as well as her own to help her fly effortlessly.

Being as old as she is, she only needs to feed once a week if that, but prefers to feed every other night or so to keep up a human appearance so she can blend it to do the things she most prefers to do. Her appearance also changes, though slowly, but this still leads to her having to shave, trim her hair, nails and whatever else. Aneksi can also blend in with shadows and move among them easily as she has had plenty of practice.

Her greatest power though when it comes to this new world, is being able to adapt and change with the times, learning about the new world around her.

Vampiric Weaknesses: Aneksi scarcely wears sliver as it leaves welts and boils on her skin, and the same goes for holy objects. Holy ground for some odd reason has no effect, but as the coven house in this city is on the grounds of an old church, that is a good thing. Her skin is also harmed by flame and even slight sunlight and even her quick healing abilities might not recover her enough to survive should the flame spread quickly or strong sunlight burns her.

She falls into a comatose sleep during the day but her mind can wake if need be in life threatening situations to protect herself. Dead blood will paralyze her as will a steak through any part of her body. One through the head or heart will kill her. It’s just getting there that’s the hard part. She has only a faint reflection in a mirror and unless she feeds every other night or so she appears pale and sickly.

Physical Description: Aneksi has a classical beauty about her. An ageless air of charm, grace and pleasure that makes her seem just as beautiful now as she did when she was alive. She stands only about 5’4” but there’s something that makes her seem taller. She weighs about 135 or so pounds with the curves and shape of a woman that she had since birthing her children thousands of years ago. It is a body she is proud of and she is glad to have it for eternity.

With long raven hair that falls to the middle of her back, and eyes the color of burnt charcoal her face is soft and delicate. She often wears make up to bring out the various color that grey eyes can give someone as they tend to reflect the colors she wears and those around her. And usually she has a lot of color in her wardrobe, as she loves some of the new styles of the day. She will wear just about anything, but prefers conservative, yet attractive clothing. She wears either yellow or white gold as she is allergic to silver, but prefers yellow gold, as it was precious to her in Egypt. She still has several pieces that are all original that she has taken care of over time.

She moves with an air of grace and power, every step purposeful and intentional.

Personality: As she is very old, there is no set way she acts. She is unpredictable and is full of so many opposites that it is hard to gauge what she will do in any basic situation. She can be fierce, gentle, angry, soft, happy or just about any other wide range of emotions. This is because she takes in everything around her, not just one or two little factors.

Though she is an Ammon, she has a habit of giving in to her blood lust, gorging herself and taking pleasure in the simplest desires and wants that her body demands of her. It’s her way of keeping in touch with her true coven and with the others that she must deal with in her duties to her covens. Sex, blood and passion are three of her most dangerous addictions, and when she is in the heat of the moment for either of these desires, no human or even weaker vampire is safe from her. Her darker side is something that usually comes out when her mind feels overwhelmed with emotions and such, and for some reason it seems connected to the full moon. She can’t explain it, but it is. She can snap though at any time really.

When not caught up in her darker side, Aneksi is rather peaceful and calm, appearing as a powerful and competent figurehead and person of authority, which she can be. This is how she is most of the time, graceful, polite and ladylike. She is proper, commanding, just and fair like any leader should be. Even though not a coven leader, she sees herself as a leader of vampires in general, almost like a figure head or a role model for younger vampires.

History: I was born during the reign of Ahmose… That is all I know because his name was everywhere on the peoples lips, on the obelisks even though I could not read and would not be able to for some time. He was a great ruler who cast out the hated and feared Hyksos from our lands in the early years of his reign to bring about peace once more to the land. Or that was what I was told.

But I was born in a city far from everything important to the living… Abydos was a city for the dead and dying and I was a mere slave. My family had been very poor, And when my mother had been with child, they didn’t know what to do with me, how they would survive with an extra mouth once my mother no longer fed me. So they did what they thought best for them and for me. I was sold after I was weaned. Sold to the house of a noble man who was an advisor to Pharaoh. It was a meager price I am sure, that they were paid, but it turned out to be a great investment for the lord who purchased me.

As I grew I was trained to sing, dance and play various instruments for my lord. I learned how to pour his wine properly, how to serve him at meals.

But of course, clumsy at first I was beaten often for my mistakes, though never harshly because the master was a kind owner who did not like his slaves injured or angry and bitter. But also that was such for children too. Why would I have been any different? The nurse who raised me and the women who trained me were the dealers of my punishments and they did not punish me simply to punish me, but to help me learn. All their punishments were constructive and to this day I count my blessings for them.

I was a well off slave in his home. I never went hungry, my clothes were clean and well fitted, my bed was comfortable and I never had to do hard manual work really, unless it was drawing bathwater for the nobles wife. She was a marvelous woman! She often doted on me and told me wonderful stories of the gods of Egypt. She would bring me little treats for singing to her as she bathed and always praised my lovely voice. My heart soared like a falcon at her praise and affection.

When I was eight, my mistress became heavy with child and I was to tend to her night and day as the baby made her quite ill. I slept beside her bed, would sooth her with song and harp and do whatever she needed me to do. I loved her so dearly, she was always like a mother to me and she would often ask me to sleep in her bed and sooth her baby as well. He liked my songs for he would still when he heard my voice and settle to sleep it seemed. It was such a wonderful thing! I longed to be a mother of my own child and when I told Neferu. She told me that one day I would hold many children in my arms if I so wished it.

When the babe was born, I was in my nine year, barely. My lord said he wished me away from the birth as not to interfere, but Neferu said that she wanted me by her side to sing. And so I sang, for three hours my voice did not cease until the screaming of a healthy boy joined in the chorus of my voice.

A while later, once the child, named Sabestet, was weaned, he was given to my care to watch over and again Neferu had gone against her husbands wishes to do so. I was there to watch as he said his first words, watch his first steps, and every time I was with him my heart soared through the skies. Neferu would watch as I sang him to sleep at night, as I fed and bathed him, smiling all the while.

Much was my life for the next six years, until I reached womanhood. I was a favored and trusted servant to my master and mistress who treated me much as a daughter as any family would. It was on the celebration of my woman when my life changed completely. I was adopted then, a true member of their family, with the rights and privileges of the noble. Sabestet already called me sister, even though I was his servant. But he was as excited as any, even the other few servants were happy for me because I had a family at long last. Neferu though seemed saddened, though was still joyful. And when I asked her if it was not what she wanted she shook her head and hugged me close as she often did.

When I was sixteen, I was introduced to a man. He was a member of a royal family from another city and a rising member of the Pharaoh’s army, a leader of a chariot unit. He was three years my senior, strikingly handsome and delightfully charming. And as intended, I fell for him at once. My father had adopted me for this purpose, but I was not sore. No. He had set me up for a most wonderful life that I would be ever grateful for! Kahotep and I were wed on a barge in the Nile and it was with many, many tears that I left my family in Abydos. My poor little brother clung to the hem of my dress, not wanting to see me go, but I gently kissed him and promised that I would return with others that he could play with, for we both agreed to have as many children as my body would allow. And it seemed that the fates were to agree with us.

I became with child not two months later on our journey to his home in Cairo. And as my belly grew bigger and bigger, even to the point that Kahotep thought I would burst and I could not even walk, I wondered what miracles were waiting to come to me. When I gave birth… I could not have imagined so much pain. But I had a little servant girl with me one with a beautiful voice that kept my mind steadfast. I do not know how long it was, but it felt like was an eternity, until a beautiful little girl was placed on my chest. And Kahotep held two more, a boy and a girl. Three, three blessings had been in my womb; it was no wonder that my belly was so big.

Tumaini, my little warrior was always teasing his sisters even in the cradle. Mandisa was a delicate little girl who loved to be held and coddled only by me, she was my little angel and the least trouble of the three. And Shepsit, oh she was a trouble make and acted as the oldest, which she by birth was.

In my eighteenth year my cycle stopped once more and a slight illness took me again. And knowing what it was, my heart and Kahotep’s as well lept for joy. Another girl it was this time, a darling and sweet child who had my grey eyes and soft face. Harere was the least fussy child that a parent could ever imagine. She cried only when a need arose and was cooing and happy unless she was sleeping.

A year later another boy was born unto our family, Heru.

Yes, we were indeed a busy family. Luckily there were no activities like today that kids attend that we would have to take them to, or mini-vans… I rather despise them. By the time I was twenty-four, we had seven children as set of twins a boy and girl, Atsu and Kakra, were the last to join us. Our lives were happy and peaceful. Our home was comfortable and there was food for all. We journeyed back and forth from Cairo to Abydos many times over the years and each time my family was larger. Neferu had another son as well and our children often played together happily and Shepsit and Sabestet were much alike and were often found running together along the banks of the Nile. We even arranged for them to wed when they were older, binding our two families as one, truly.

But all changed when the Pharaoh died two years later in my twenty-sixth year

As always with politics, when a new ruler comes to power everything of the old regime disappears. My husband was of that old regime, so we were forced to flee, to run for our lives.

Only Atsu and Kakra came with Kahotep and myself, since they were the youngest the rest my mother and father vowed to protect with their lives. The four of us ran, heading south to Nubia with several other military leaders of the pervious pharaoh. There we would find refuge. However a vicious sandstorm came up in the desert as we traveled and swept east to halt our caravan.

That was when the army caught up with us one night when the sand storm had abated. Every man was slaughtered, including Kahotep, as they defended their wives and children. Many of the women were captured, sold as slaves. I was captured too, with my children as we hid in a near by wood. But our captivity would be much more bearable.

He was an older lord, about my father’s age, who knew the turmoil going on in the kingdom He sheltered me and my to darlings for many months, seeing to our every comfort. And we would often walk in his gardens. If anyone was to ask, I was a servant in his home. And soldiers did indeed come looking for us, but we were hidden well, and the other servants were loyal and caring and protected us as well.

When we talked he often listened to me… About my other children, my home and even Kahotep. His eyes were always saddened when I spoke of him, for my heart ached. But he was a soldier, he would have been happy to die protecting us. And my lord understood well. He told me only to call him Amon, though that was not his name. It was strange, but he was kind and ever so hospitable that I was not going to question him. One night when I was troubled he asked me if there was something he could do for me… And so I asked him if I could go to my family, to see my children that I ached to hold. I could not leave, things were still dangerous for me. But he said that he would see what he could do.

Not even a week later my heart soared to hear the voices of my children again. My darlings were back! My little blessings and treasures were in my arms once more even Sabestet was with them! Amon was startled to hear that they were all mine by blood and he was amazed that a woman would go through such pain again and again to bring these little children into the world. I could only laugh. The first true laugh that I had since I had left my home.

The children adored Amon much as they did my father and they often played with the servant’s children and the older ones often helped out merrily with the chores. It was nearly a year later that I fell ill. My skin began to burn and red patches formed on my skin. I could scarcely sleep at nights anymore and my whole body ached. Nothing could be done to break the fever and my whole body was in a terrible pain. But I fought for my life, I fought for my children to be able to hold them again. But it was a fight I was slowly loosing and Amon became more and more worried, trying to heal me. But nothing could be done.

He asked me one night as I could no longer even swallow, couldn’t drink even though my throat burned, if I trusted him. Yes, of course I did. He asked me if I wanted to be with my children and healthy again. Why wouldn’t I? He said that he could save me, that he could cure me of my pain. But it would come at a great price, I would not quite be the same, but I would live. I would be healthy forever and would be able to care for my children. But I would be able to have no more. But I was done of course, I wanted no more children, seven was quite enough for me. Amon laughed then as he caressed my forehead. His hands were so cool and soothed my fever for a moment. He told me I would fall asleep and then he would heal me. I would wake as something else, and I would be well again.

When I awoke in the night I felt his hand on my forehead and I saw his smile as the first thing. There was no pain, no fever. I felt as I had before I was ill. Asking for my children the eight of them were brought to my room and there were many cheers and hugs and kisses as I assured each one that I was okay, that I was well again and would still be with them. My oldest and my little brother were most concerned, but once they were convinced I was well they were at ease again. But though all was well, I knew something had changed. I had heard their heartbeats, smelt them more keenly than ever. And there was something intoxicating about it all.

Once I dressed properly, I was asked to join Amon in the garden. It was there that he explained to me what we, what now I was. There was no name for us, but we were no longer human. We were predators of humans; we needed to drink blood and could not be outside during the day lest we burnt up in the sun. That explained why I never saw Amon during the day.

He taught me how he drank from his servants, only enough to sustain himself. Never enough to kill. Killing was for monsters and that was one thing we were not. The first time I fed… There was something so intoxicating about the blood… I felt urges that I had not since my husband had left, but it was a deep hunger that I needed satisfied. Hunger, lust… Passion. Amon understood the urges. So long had he been without anyone to fill his bed. And I understood why he desired me. I desired him as well. He took me to his bed for the first time that night and he was a fierce and hungry lover, but I found out that I was as well. Before there had been pleasure in love making, but it had been only to create our children. Now, the only purpose was pleasure and I was pleasured greatly.

I lived with Amon, wedding him a few months later as he became the new father to my children. They were all in agreement that Kahotep would want me to be happy so we all celebrated long into the night.

I reared my children with him and with us they became strong, beautiful, proud and just. They were all wed as they came of age and found love, for I would not arrange their marriage and Amon agreed with me. Though as planned my brother wed my eldest daughter, and as there was no blood relation between us, all was fine. They moved back towards Abydos and had many children of their own. One by one my children grew and left the nest and soon enough, Amon and I were alone. This was when I truly began to learn of my new abilities. He could teach me, we could make fierce and lustful love until I collapsed from the rising of the sun, waking only to continue again. Those were just as good as the days that I spent with my children, but of course I could never say which one was best because it’s comparing two completely different things.

I grew strong though in the many years to come, reveling in this life I had, I would occasionally see my children again, but with the difference in our age and the fact I would never grow old I would cover my face and head so they would not see that I was now appearing their ages. My grandchildren were all lovely and beautiful and so were their children, and their children’s children. But once my grandchildren were grown I was able to be myself again, claiming to be different people simply inquiring about their families. This was how for over five hundred years I kept up with my family, watched my blood spread. I know descendants of my kin must still live today, but I lost track long ago.

It was what you now would call 1098 BC or somewhere around that time. I can’t remember exactly as the calendars were ever changing. If there had been a set one I would be able to tell you, but I apologize for not being able to tell you. But anyway, this was when I parted from Amon. I loved him dearly, but he was attached to his home and I wanted to see the world. Amon told me that he would be waiting If I ever wanted to return. Egypt’s might had fallen and it’s glory was being robbed as the tombs of the kings past were. My heart could no longer bear to see Egypt suffer so.

I traveled north first of course, and then far east. To the land of the Persians, but there, all I found was war… The culture was just as primitive as ever, and so then I went northwest. I would send letters back to Amon telling him of the things I had seen, asking him to join me. But he would always say I was his eyes to the world. The vision of life he needed. We missed each other terribly, and though our letters never said it, we ached and hurt when we were apart.

I trailed across Greece when it was but a newborn land, destined for power, greatness and a lasting history. I watched as they fought each other and grew tired of the wars again. Was there no place with peace? But around 845 BC found it. In the foothills of the Alps, a flourishing land where farmers grew crops, raised cattle and livestock… It was a place I wanted to settle. Writing Amon once more, it took a very long time for my message to reach him… But it was near a year and I had not heard from him since…. Did not hear from him until one night I woke to feel hungry kisses at my body, hands wandering against my skin. Even though it had been so long… over two hundred years… How could my heart or body forget the hunger and love of my sire? He had come to me at last, not wanting to be parted from me for any longer. We began to settle down, acting as we had for centuries before as a married couple and we began to farm. Well, we hired hands from the village to do so, and in return we offered them of our crops and flocks. I was rather fond of our goats, as stubborn as they had been, Amon said it was because we were much alike though of course not in appearance.

Here in Etruria we dwelled for quite some time together, watching the world around us grow up and evolve. We saw the Kingdom of Rome rise to power… Watched as they grew in their wisdom and watched as they fought.

One would think I would get tired of simply watching, but no. I loved to learn, learn about this new world and their people, their culture. They were always weary of me because I was unlike any woman they had seen before. I met several of my first mortal lovers there. As good as sex was with Amon, there were things he would never do with me simply because he loved me. But these men… They were never as savage and hungry, but by the gods did it feel good. Even if it didn’t satisfy me, it would tide me over.

Amon didn’t care much for my taking humans as lovers, but he still refused to do some of the things I wanted him to do, so he had to let me go to them, or lose me for good. And of course because he loved me, he let me do as I pleased, knowing that I would always come back to him.

The first time I killed… It was during the reign of the fifth king of Rome. My lover drove me into such a frenzy… Such a hunger and passion that I could not resist. Usually it was these times I fed as well, but I was never in a state where I could not control myself. Except for this time. The thrill though, of feeling his heart stop, of feeling his blood run down my body… It is rather embarrassing for a vampire that was over a thousand years to kill suddenly and find that they enjoy it… But Amon was furious. He had never been truly angry at me until now and I feared that he would leave me forever because of my mistake. And it was the first time he ever struck me… In over a thousand years he had never once hit me.

The blow sent me sprawling, though it wasn’t the physical pain that broke me. The thought of him striking me like that in anger, it made me weep for nights on end. I feared that he would hit me again and something inside me simply crumbled. I feared to look at him, I would pull away every time he reached to touch me and I feared to share his bed. That was until he forced himself on me one night. I fought against him and cried out in fear as he took off my clothing against my will, as he pressed me back against his bed. But when I felt his lips on mine, his body against mine, I knew I would be okay, that he still loved me and never wanted to hurt me. I understood that he had been disappointed in me, that he still loved me even though. Our minds wound around each other just as our bodies were and we were one again. I was no longer afraid.

It was near 550 or so BC when we decided to move once more. This time we headed back to Persia. Now… Now it was a flourishing culture that was simply fascinating, fresh and new in comparison to Rome! So much had happened in my absence that I had to stay and learn what I could. But what I loved most… Oh, the courts of the emperors… So delightful, colorful and lively were they that I immersed myself into this world with great pleasure, even though Amon despised my choice to do so. Dancing was my most favorite thing, their movements, were so graceful and passionate that I longed to join them dance. So much so that I left my love for some time and became a member of the Emperor’s court as a dancer and mistress of the Emperor. Cyrus favored me greatly and called on me many nights. Never before had a human been able to match my passions… But then again, without Amon near, they had waned even though I still hungered.

He was killed in battle sometime later, maybe fifteen or twenty years… But I remained in the courts even through the reigns of the others, serving each in turn and content with being a mere no one. A servant. That was what I was born to be after all… Amon did not agree with me on that point, but it was true. I had served most of my life, my mother and father before they adopted me, my husband, my children, even him. I would not bend on the point, so we simply agreed not to discuss it further, but of course I was right.

Things didn’t get much more interesting until about two hundred years later. But when things happened, it was like a night storm, quick and furious, but leaving much in it’s wake.

Alexander the Great. The man that every child knows.

What made him great other than his military genius… I cannot say. I never found him to attractive personally… I always found his eyes too dull and his nose too large for his face, but of course to each their own. And nor was he the most fantastic lover I’ve ever had. Not bad of course… But not the best even among mortals. As he moved towards what is now Pakistan and India I joined him. Not because I was infatuated with him as many of the women were, but because I wanted to see the world. That was my point in living so long. And well, if he was heading east, why should I not go as well?

Amon didn’t share my sympathies, but in his unyielding love for me he came along. At least it gave me someone to keep me company and keep me satisfied… For I began to notice that controlling my hunger and a dark rage was getting even worse. I could not say what it was, but there were times I craved for blood so great that Amon would have me take out this passion on him, this fury. After all, he would heal, a mortal who was unlucky would not. It would take such control of me that the rising sun would be the only thing to still my thirst.

It was in 324 BC… We had stayed behind in northern India to explore the cultures further south… But things did not go as planned.

My fury grew stronger, my lust and hunger could not be stated no matter how much blood I had, no matter how much passion had been released. It was even beginning to affect my sleep during the day, I would toss, turn and tear at my bedding, I would attack Amon without even knowing it. But it was not like it was what I wanted. I could watch everything, but my body was not my own… I was a powerful vampire of twelve hundred years and I could not control myself. I was a danger to everyone around me, even Amon… He was only five hundred years older than me. A difference in age that had once made me much weaker, but now… Now I was stronger, not stronger than him, but I was enough to be difficult.

Amon saved my sanity in the only way he could. He sent me into a deep sleep, parting my mind from my body, cutting off my thoughts, my actions… I was a helpless body and no more, in a deep comatose state that was even deeper than my sleep. To all, even vampires, I seemed dead. Dead as any other mortal could be. My heart did not beat, my eyes did not flutter. Dead to the world.

It was like this that I slept.

How long did I sleep? It felt no more than a day. A day like any other, but then again, that I guess is what time does when you have lived as long as I.

When I woke, the first thing I felt was Amon’s body against mine, his lips preventing my own from speaking as he kissed me passionately and I returned likewise. It was the next night when I found out all that had happened. I was back in Egypt, in Amon’s home. The year was 279 according to common calendar. I had slept for six hundred years… Six hundred years of life, history that I had missed out on. I was furious with Amon. How could he do such a thing to me? How could he simply send me into exile like that? He knew I loved to learn about the world around me and explore, how could he sentence me to such punishment simply because I could not control my hunger! Six hundred years! I must have missed so much, and now I was in Egypt again! I was furious with Amon, and so much so that I left him there, not wanting to speak to him ever again.

Egypt was now in control by the Romans who were in danger of collapsing in on themselves. What had conspired to bring them to this? What had come about to… To… Tear apart a group of farmers and peaceful people? What had happened in this world?

I did not go to Rome, for even for a vampire as old as I there were dangers. I went to Byzantium, a fairly safe and flourishing at the time. It had been destroyed, rebuilt and renewed. I found safety there… A new life and a new lover. He was a simple man who sold his meager catches of fish to survive after his wife and child had died. He became my fledgling willingly, and through him I found a new lust for life. I had a companion who was loyal to me, who was loving and could match my hunger for life and love. Or so I thought…

We traveled together for nearly two centuries, but instead of going to a troubled Persia again which I had seen before was much different than the Persia I had once known, we went northwards to England. It was then a troubled land, but the farther north we went the more peaceful it became. At least for us. Since the fall of Rome, the island fell into chaos as did the rest of the world.

My fledgling and I settled in what is now the Pennine Mountains. And… It was only another decade before the unthinkable happened.

Though my fledgling was over two hundred years old, he was still very weak when compared to me of course. I was pulled once more into that dark desire of insatiable hunger and this time Amon was not there to satisfy me… My dear fledgling died by my hand that night… I drank him dry, tearing his body apart in my ravenous hunger.

I still mourn his loss, but I have since come to terms with it. After all, it was 1500 years ago or just about. But I now understood what Amon hoped to save me from… For another century I wallowed in my grief and loneliness, as my life became a mere shade of what it had been. I refused to take another lover… I refused to feed other than was necessary. Amon had abandoned me… He had left me because of my foolishness, thinking that I was strong enough to fight my own desires. I was as foolish as I had always been… Foolish as the Romans who tried so hard to hold their crumbling empire together… I too fell… Fell into a rage at myself for what I had become. I had fallen far from the lover of life and nurturing soul I had been… What had happened to make me so horrible?

The blood lust… That was what Amon told me as he tore me away from the throat of a man before. I had given myself into the pleasure, the delight that came with the blood and I was addicted to it. I had become a monster, like the ones he had always spent his vampiric life hunting and killing. He held me close, bloody tears in his eyes as he slid a wooden stake into my stomach. He drank from my paralyzed and helpless body until I slipped into a deep coma, dead to the world once more, but even deeper than before.

He didn’t have the heart to kill me as he did the others. He couldn’t bear to take a life he had given and he still hoped that I would be the delightful, wonderful and faithful lover I had been before. He should have killed me… I wish he would have sometimes. But… But I killed him instead.

It was an accident. I would have never done such a thing but… He… He must have given me his life. Because I knew he was much stronger than I.

I awoke in a soft bed, blood at my lips, on my bare skin I could feel it all over. I could smell it all over. It stuck in all my sense, drove me crazy. Skin. I felt it at my lips and I sank my fangs in, I bit and drank hard and hungry as my body demanded. The poor man was dead within minutes, pale and dry as a white wine. My eyes opened then, to see my love, my murderer and savior.

He took me then as I had taken the man’s blood, hard, hungry… But I still needed more blood. I was too weak to do much but lie there and enjoy… I needed blood.

Biting in to Amon’s flesh, a thing I had never done in my life, I took his blood. It was hot, strong like the strongest of wines, and full of a deep power that overwhelmed me. I heard him whisper encouragements into my mind… Him begging me to drink as he took me. The pleasure and his blood overwhelmed me and the day came and took my body into sleep. I do not know what happened, all I know was that he was dead when I woke… I… It had to be me that killed him… It just had to be… But there was another scent in this room. Another vampire… Male… But… I had killed him hadn’t I? There wasn’t a man there before that I could tell… But my frenzied mind wasn’t able to comprehend anything the night before.

The year was 1274… And I was in a place I had never been before and had never imagined being… Japan… I had been taken to Japan by my lover… To hide safely… Safely from what? Who?

I found out not four nights later.

He was a man. His skin was the color of a dark wood, a brown that I had never seen before, his fangs white as ivory… He had no name, he had nothing he called himself and nothing he wished me to call him but… Master. He was far more powerful than Amon… A vampire of an age not even I could guess. Powers that made me tremble as I looked up at him. He tore the clothing I was wearing, and forbade me to wear and clothing again, he said I should not hide my body. But that was not why. It was so he could take me whenever he felt like it, anywhere and way he felt like it. He was no gentle lover as Amon was. But he often beat me bloody, whipped me knowing I would heal. But I dared not run after the first time I tried to escape. Once he realized I was gone, his mind was in mine, wrapped around as if to suffocate and kill me. It felt like he was tearing my mind apart.

I lay, writhing and screaming in agony as he came to fetch me, only to beat me for my betrayal. His strength was far greater than mine, than Amon’s. He was Amon’s sire and nearly seven thousand years. He had come to Amon to claim me, but he flew into a fury when I was not there. Amon said that he would fetch me. Putting me into that coma he had gone back and… And told Master than I had died, been killed by an older vampire for my brutality and hid me all over the world. We had been in Japan for ten years when he found us…

For four hundred years… I was his slave. I was condemned to live in the underground rooms of his extravagant home in the middle of what is now Iran. I came to him when he called, cried out at his beatings because they were so fierce… Letting him have my body whenever he wanted it.

But the worst part was I had missed over a thousand years… A thousand years of life and… And it broke my heart and spirit.

He grew bored with me in 1697… I was a free woman finally… I was thirty-two hundred years old… I was broken, beaten, tired… And… And I was still alive. I had lived through it all. My sire, lover and husband was dead… I had no idea where my family could be… But I was still alive.

From Iran I began to travel once more, across the world for years, circling the globe nearly nine times between then and the year 1883. Why I stopped then… I didn’t know. But I did. I suppose I figured I had gathered enough information. I just didn’t know what to do with myself any longer. The world had changed so terribly that I had no desire to live anymore. I felt nothing… I felt no more joy, no more excitement, no more thrill for life.

I had no one to share my life with… And I was fearful to create another fledgling, to fall in love…

There was no point for me to live… I had purchase land and had a home built in the Canadian Rockies. And there, there I lived alone, feeding on a human that I had hired to keep me fed. But I would only feed from her once a week if that. I read, I learned to play more instruments other than the harp… But I barely spoke, only calling on Annabelle when I needed to feed and thanking her when I was done…

I killed her in 1903 and brought in a new girl… But in 1912 I grew tired of living, so I slept. I slept long and deep…

I did not rise until the most recent winter… A hiker had stumbled upon my home… He woke me from my sleep and I fed from him, killing him just as I had the other two women. His blood revived me and so I lived once more. Enough time had gone by and I had new things to learn. And so I traveled to a city where I could find the answers. Things have changed greatly and I am thrilled to see how far the human race had advanced in the ninety years I had slept. Quite fascinating. I only wonder what this new world holds in store.