certainly not what they used to be but that was just
the way of the world, things inevitably changed no
matter how hard we tried to fight against it. Even
the most subtle changes would eventually increase
their effect over the years until things were
completely different to how they once were. It was
the curse of a long life and something I had to get
used to. I spent most of my time reminiscing in the
bliss of nostalgia daydreaming about the life I used
to have wishing that I could wind back the clock and
relive past glories. I wouldnt do anything
different, my life was perfect back then, it was due
to circumstances beyond our control that led to the
downfall of my people.
I was born in
a magnificent castle overlooking the vast, lush,
evergreen forest of Vrancea. The six huge towers and
white stone walls were a feast for the eyes filling
visitors with awe and residents with pride.
Surrounding the castle was a stream that was fed by a
spring that gently trickled down from the high hills.
Looking somewhat like a moat the sparkling clear
freshwater gave us a natural defence for the castle
as well as a constant supply of drinking water.
We were the
envy of everyone living in the surrounding villages
and respected as dignitaries carrying out our duties
for the prince. My parents and I were directly
related to Prince Alexander who once ruled the entire
country with a fist of iron until a war ensued
replacing his regency with a new royal family leaving
my own clan and future bloodline impoverished.
strife and self hatred my family tore itself apart
plunging my people into civil war. The chaos and
carnage ripped away at the very fabric of what our
people represented and we became nothing more than
savages. The castle was set ablaze destroying most of
its contents as well as a large proportion of the
forest itself. My husband was killed outright in the
fire while my son was left horribly disfigured only
to pass away at a later date.
desperately to rebuild our lives but to no avail.
Over the many years that passed more and more of our
people left the sect with the intention of living
among the lesser classes. The ones that remained held
no grudge against them for we fully understood their
reasoning, but there was a sense of betrayal in the
back of our minds and a fear that our entire way of
life would soon be lost. On many occasions,
especially when times were particularly hard, I too
found myself tempted to leave. It was only the
thought of leaving my grandfather behind that was
eventually replenished itself and provided plenty of
wood for the restoration of the castle. We
particularly favoured ash wood and chopped down as
many ash trees we could find. Traditionally we had a
distaste for that particular wood knowing that it
could be lethal to us but it was ideal for making
furniture and doors. It was only dangerous when
fashioned into a weapon such as a spear or stake. The
more ash wood we used the less there was left in the
forest available for a potential enemy.
months were the most difficult to cope with. In the
past I had never given a moments thought about
the difficulties associated with winter but with our
castle being in such a bad state of disrepair and
with our food supply diminishing we found ourselves
practically having to hibernate through the entire
season. The cold ate through our bones, and our
stomachs ached with hunger, while we forced ourselves
to sleep until spring. On some occasions it proved
unsuccessful and we had lost many family members due
to starvation my twin sister among them.
to increase our numbers we changed our rules on mixed
marriage and actively encouraged polygamy with people
outside our sect, however this proved to be
insubstantial and only watered our blood further.
Those born of mixed parentage who in turn had
offspring of mixed parentage were essentially fully
human with all the human weaknesses that go with it.
Low intelligence, short lifespan, violent emotions to
name just a few. They were completely unsuitable for
our sect and had to be disposed of. I felt an uneasy
shame about some of the grotesque practices we had
performed in order to survive. We had sunk into the
depths of depravity betraying our own customs as well
as nature herself, and I knew it would only be a
matter of time before she caught up with us.
had dwindled to a mere sixteen adults consisting of
twelve pure breed vampires and four dhampirs. We all
shared just one of the towers in our vast near empty
castle which despite constant repairs was falling
I still had
hopes for the future knowing we would one day be
great again. Our castle would be looked upon with
envy and people would pay us the respect we deserved.
It was just be a matter of time, I just needed to be
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