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THe Darkness of a Master; ~vampire that is~
Topic Started: Dec 4 2005, 07:15 PM (117 Views)
Paige Spilotro
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All I really can remember of being a kid, was my mother's smile. It was about, give or take the 1400-1500, I don't really remember. My mother held me, a smile dancing across her face. As for my father he stared at me over her sholder. A handsome face, worn with war, eyes twinkling with delight, but no smile. All you had to do was look in his eyes for a smile. Then there was Dante, standing in the corner. I don't really know what he was doing, but he had plotting eyes. He knew what he was doing.

I was five. I was running outside when I heard a gargling sound, and a man hit the ground. Me and my bestfriend Elizabeth were playing with our homemade dolls. Elizabeth was terrified, she didn't know what it was, but I was curious. I got up and went for the sound, Elizabeth pulled on my skirt, pleading me not to go. I shook her off and walked to an alleyway. There was a man, laying in the dirt between our small huts. The once twinkling eyes staring up. I screamed. It was my father.

My mother came running as much as she could. SHe took me up in her arms crying, and tried to hide my dead father with her body, but the damage was done. I had seen my father's blood, mingling with the dirt, eyes dead, no more twinkling. THat image has never left my mind. Nor has the energy of revenge in my heart. Soon after my mother couldn't live with it, and she was killed. The priests say it was suicide, for there was a blade in her hand, but I say it was murder. For in the same week I had lost most of my family. All I had left was the shady Dante, my uncle.

My unlce was actually of cleargy, for the church. He had major power, and major money. But he was evil, this I knew. For as soon as I was put into his home, I was put to work, I was wipped every day and had no way of stopping it. When I got older, around 15 or 16 he started to rape me. I had no choice in the matter, I would have nothing to live on if I didn't do what I was told. So this continued to happen day in day out. The only day I wasn't molested was on Sundays, when he had to do something for the church to keep his job. I was to stay at home and clean. That was probably the only day I only had two wippings instead of four.

When it came to my 18th birthday, I was introduced to the world of the damned. My uncle revealed that he was already a thousand year old corpse, a master vampire. I was terrified. When I looked into his eyes I all of a sudden couldn't scream, like I planned too. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move, I was paralyzed, and not just with fear. He then smiled at me, stroking my face. He said to me, "you are a beautiful young woman, and forever you shall be." He first kissed me on the lips, I was revolted and wanted to spit at him, but couldnt. He then winked at me, and bared fangs, that reminded me of a cobra getting ready for the kill. I wanted to close my eyes but couldnt. His fangs went to my neck, just barely brushing the skin there. I could feel my pulse jump out to meet his glimmering teeth. He sank them in, and I finally screamed, I could finally move. At this point it didn't matter, it seemed my emotions made him excited. His vice-like grip held onto me, I couldn't struggle if I tried, his hands diggging into my skin. He drank my blood, more and more. I could feel my struggling decreasing, I couldn't scream anymore. I could feel the life draining from me, and spots of black went into my vision. I couldn't feel anything anymore, I couldn't see anymore. I just fell into darkness. All I could hear is the beating of my heart, stopping.
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Paige Spilotro
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I woke up three days later. I could barely remember what happened at that time. All I remember was being on a rampage, I was finally put into a calm state with the blood of my uncle going down my throat. When I realized what I had done, I was revolted. I made myself throw up, and all I threw up was blood. I felt weak after that, I had one need. Blood. I remember looking at my hands, trying to figure out what I had become. Then I realized.... I was a vampire. I couldn't believe it. I tried to kill myself, but it didn't work, I didn't know how to kill myself. I was practically invinsable. A blade to the throat, yeah it hurt but I still wasn't dead... or was I. I finally did go to my uncle for help. He told me I was a walking corpse, a vampire. He told me to never stray to sunlight, or deprive myself of blood, or he would punish me worse then before. For now I was already dead, more things can happen to you in that state. I was still a rebelious 18 year old and tried to go against him. I was cut to shreds, but every time I healed. I had cheated death, and now life was cheating me.

After awhile I accepted my fate. I was passed among the thousand year old vampires for sexual pleasure. I usually showed a challenge, since my rebelious nature. But everytime they broke me, made me do what they desired. If it was male or female, I was made into their own love slave. The ones who just did their business were the easy ones, for there were the ones whom did it a lot different. Into bondage and sadism, I was beat, cut, tied up, anything you can imagine it happened to me. But through all my torchure I became stronger and stronger. Dante noticed this and stopped the torture. He then put me through excessive training. Although not much different then beatings it improved little. I could feel my power gaining strength, even stronger then some of the vampires that took advantage of me. Dante noticed this, he hid his powers from me so I always thought he was stronger then me. As of now I'm not as sure.

By the 1800's my uncle was about 1200 years old, me, 200. But I noticed I was stronger then some vampires that were over 1000 years old. During this time I found the animal I could call. I was able to call the great cats of the world. I only found this out when I went to a circus once. In mid-performance all the tigers and panthers stopped and looked at me for my orders. I looked at Dante at the time, and I could see a hint of fear in his face. My hope got as strong as my power. I wispered to myself for them to follow the orders of their trainers and nothing happened. I acted as if nothing happened and good 'ole unlce believed it. Dumbass.

Dante soon became the master vampire for the city of Trieste, Italy. My homeland. I've always planned on taken it but haven't gotten that far yet. He became a major mob boss for the humans of the area and worked with the black market. I could probably have his heart on a silver platter for all I know. But I was involved too. He blackmailed me into being his right hand man, or woman I could say.

He gave me my own jobs with my own group of people, whom all looked my age. There was Jason Castillo. He was also part French as I was but most of him was spanish. He tried to order me around, and sometimes I even let him, but I was always stronger. He was a vampire and also looked the age of 18, even though he was about 300 years older then me. He has long black hair, and the ugliest brown eyes the world has ever seen. I never really figured out why I let him boss me around but I did. He was my lover, although no love was involved, only lust. On the outside he was gorgous, but he had nothing on the inside except lust and cruelty. I let him break me like long ago, but this time I had partial control. For if he did anything I didn't want, he backed off, I made sure of it.

The rest of my gang didn't really matter. I never really knew them by name and didn't care. We went around cutting the life threads of the company's threats. It was a messy job but you might as well get the teenagers do it. I've always been sick of myself for drinking the life out of someone, but if I didn't do it I wouldn't have a head. By this time we got better weapons, not that we needed it. But 18th century weapons were a lot better then 14th century weapons, although I still kept my fathers longsword in a hilt on my waist.

The times kept changing as did the styles. I usually changed to blend in. I was a maid with those goofy hoop skirts. Then went to the modest housewife style. I was even a hippie once when I visited the states. I've been all over the world, taking sites and getting stronger and stronger. Revenge isn't far off but that's for another time. As of now I'm content with the fashion now, or the "goth" style they call it now. Well until later I'll reveal the last epic of my tragedy.
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