fallen...
a strange name some would say, and they often did. She'd grown used to the questions, but never the feeling
of hollowness that came with her offhanded lie, claiming a nickname given her by her family.
The real story is not so nice. No nickname, no family in fact. Just the name given as a reminder of her mother's fall from grace.
She was a child of forbidden lust between a married man and a nun. Her birth was unwanted, and her presence even more so.
Her father of course did not aknowlege her, but he did accede her mothers request to care for the child, though of course not in his own home.
She was sent to an old estate, falling into ruin, to be cared for by his old nanny. She was left to her own devices, spending much of her time in the library
making new friends in books and always visiting her old ones. There was a track of land that marched along her fathers where horses grazed and when she wasn't in the library
she was often found there, dreaming of owning such an animal.
Years later she went to university and excelled, finding that once grown none cared of her birth or her bastard status. She was accepted as a colleague in academics and was happy for a time.
That is until her life changed. Life changed altogether. She was seduced, and went willingly but she hadn't counted on her lover's erotic bite that went too far
She hadn't counted on the pierce of her flesh, on hearing her blood being swallowed and sucked.
She hadn't counted on dying.
And rising.
And drinking blood herself.
Her life was changed and now she is without family, or nest or coven. Any of those words that for creatures such as she that
band together for safety and companionship through the years.
And so she comes to this hotel, a historian, reasearcher without a job and little prospects.
What will happen next is anybody's guess. |
