disease ailed me and therefore in fear they sent me to a nearby countryside nunnery to die.
Those days were difficult times; ignorance was even more common than today and with plagues just lurking around every corner, it is very understandable what they did. On one hand they feared for their lives and on the other, they did not want to care for me till I died. Much to the contrary of what they believed would happen I never died.
It took me several crippling months to undergo the whole process, and by the time it all finished and I awoke to my vampire life, the hunger took over me. I didn’t know what to do or what was happening, I was alone and I merely moved by instinct. I had absolutely no other choice. Once I finally was me, a terrible hunger took over me.
I was desperate for something I did not quite understand and like a rabid animal I moved . . . The hunger was so great it burned me inside out until I shrieked in pain. I was thirsty, hungry, and desperate. I did not know what I was doing, and I feel so ashamed of it still. Amidst my hunger, I murdered everyone in the nunnery.
I fed on every single person that had taken care of me those past few months. I paid their goodness with their death. When I awoke I was blind between ecstasy and need and tore one throat after another. I could smell them, and they smelled so sweet! They were unbearably sweet, like hot buns right out of the oven. Once I took the first I couldn’t stop! My animal instinct made me tear the first nun’s white throat. She was a quiet and modest being just a little bit older than me; night after night she dried my sweaty face, and I just drank from her. She tasted sweet, like some kind of syrupy metallic candy. Without knowing it, I was high on my hunger and her blood. After I finished her I took one nun after the other.
Deep down my frenzy I knew that it was wrong but I just couldn’t stop, I was compelled with the need of more deep and rich nurturing substance down my throat. The moment I stopped feeding on one I just wanted more blood, and got more until . . . they were all gone.
The nuns where so afraid, yet they never tried to hurt me. They did not fight me, they did not flee. I believe they let me live in a way.” Her voice broke as she let go of me and took a step back. Lucrecia then turned in a twirl of gold and went to the beautiful black sofa were she sat crossing her perfect long legs in front of her and remained speechless.
I felt her pain stabbing me in the ribs and an awful sadness overwhelmed me till I was on the brim of tears. She looked impossibly perfect with her fragile manner, just as if she were a crystal faerie. Her soft locks seemed to flow past her shoulders making her deep blue jumper seem almost liquid under it. Her marble hands folded over one and other on her lap and in an instant she became a silent queen on her throne, just in front of my eyes. For some strange reason she reminded me of a tulip: full of beauty and fragile looking, but having her true core surviving many winters before and more to come.
Jonathan, still holding my back to him hugged me tight against his chest and whispered to my ear; “I see you are not only a fantastic mind-reader but also a strong empath. I knew you where special from the moment I lay eyes on you at school.” Then he planted a tender kiss on my cheek.
His lips where warm and soft and left my face feeling hot as embers. I wanted to still feel his warm breath and sweet touch on my cheek, but just a few breaths later he continued whispering to my ear: “As you most assuredly know by now, James is my father.
He is the second oldest one of us, he is 240 years old. My mother died when I was quite young, she was beautiful and sweet, and smelled of flowers every time I hugged her. She smelled of Nightblooming Cereus and Lily. Her name was also a flower’s, and it suited her, she was sweet and fragile; my mother was called Violet. She was a good empath too, you know? She
Those days were difficult times; ignorance was even more common than today and with plagues just lurking around every corner, it is very understandable what they did. On one hand they feared for their lives and on the other, they did not want to care for me till I died. Much to the contrary of what they believed would happen I never died.
It took me several crippling months to undergo the whole process, and by the time it all finished and I awoke to my vampire life, the hunger took over me. I didn’t know what to do or what was happening, I was alone and I merely moved by instinct. I had absolutely no other choice. Once I finally was me, a terrible hunger took over me.
I was desperate for something I did not quite understand and like a rabid animal I moved . . . The hunger was so great it burned me inside out until I shrieked in pain. I was thirsty, hungry, and desperate. I did not know what I was doing, and I feel so ashamed of it still. Amidst my hunger, I murdered everyone in the nunnery.
I fed on every single person that had taken care of me those past few months. I paid their goodness with their death. When I awoke I was blind between ecstasy and need and tore one throat after another. I could smell them, and they smelled so sweet! They were unbearably sweet, like hot buns right out of the oven. Once I took the first I couldn’t stop! My animal instinct made me tear the first nun’s white throat. She was a quiet and modest being just a little bit older than me; night after night she dried my sweaty face, and I just drank from her. She tasted sweet, like some kind of syrupy metallic candy. Without knowing it, I was high on my hunger and her blood. After I finished her I took one nun after the other.
Deep down my frenzy I knew that it was wrong but I just couldn’t stop, I was compelled with the need of more deep and rich nurturing substance down my throat. The moment I stopped feeding on one I just wanted more blood, and got more until . . . they were all gone.
The nuns where so afraid, yet they never tried to hurt me. They did not fight me, they did not flee. I believe they let me live in a way.” Her voice broke as she let go of me and took a step back. Lucrecia then turned in a twirl of gold and went to the beautiful black sofa were she sat crossing her perfect long legs in front of her and remained speechless.
I felt her pain stabbing me in the ribs and an awful sadness overwhelmed me till I was on the brim of tears. She looked impossibly perfect with her fragile manner, just as if she were a crystal faerie. Her soft locks seemed to flow past her shoulders making her deep blue jumper seem almost liquid under it. Her marble hands folded over one and other on her lap and in an instant she became a silent queen on her throne, just in front of my eyes. For some strange reason she reminded me of a tulip: full of beauty and fragile looking, but having her true core surviving many winters before and more to come.
Jonathan, still holding my back to him hugged me tight against his chest and whispered to my ear; “I see you are not only a fantastic mind-reader but also a strong empath. I knew you where special from the moment I lay eyes on you at school.” Then he planted a tender kiss on my cheek.
His lips where warm and soft and left my face feeling hot as embers. I wanted to still feel his warm breath and sweet touch on my cheek, but just a few breaths later he continued whispering to my ear: “As you most assuredly know by now, James is my father.
He is the second oldest one of us, he is 240 years old. My mother died when I was quite young, she was beautiful and sweet, and smelled of flowers every time I hugged her. She smelled of Nightblooming Cereus and Lily. Her name was also a flower’s, and it suited her, she was sweet and fragile; my mother was called Violet. She was a good empath too, you know? She
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