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Time and time again those walls would break down, sending the female back to were she started. Back to where it all began. Pressing her head to the rough bark she allowed eyelids to droop, and her mind to wander to the one place it always longed.



~Sitting alone at a breakfast table a young Olivia played with her bowl of cereal, stiring the little marshmellow shapes around awkwardly. Her head raised slowly,orbs the color of a robin`s egg watched as the snow fell from the heavens to the ground. So many different ones, yet with each passing momentshe got more and more anxious. When would her parents call? They were supposed to be out shopping for Christmas, yes. Elves shopping for Christmas, ironic, no? With her lips pursed she stared down at the bowl before her, the pads of her finger tip smoothing along the rim, the droplets of milk collecting on her tanned skin like water to oil. What a boring morning this would be for her. Julian was coming in a few days, and the village was having a festival soon.



Not to long after she had dumped the contents of the bowl into the trash can, and set to begin to washing it the phone rang. Pivoting on her heels she watched it, the white curve vibrating within it`s stand. Slowly she reached out, nimble yet slightly chubby fingers grasped the receiver, bringing it closely to her where she would hit talk and bring it to her ear. Pale lips pushed together before opening slightly

allowing a stream of air to break through before the hesistant greeting of "Hello?" was issued. Leaning back into the kitchen counter she listened to the male speak "Yes, hello ma`am. Are you Olivia Tarascova?" her lips pursed at the use of the last name, no one who actually knew her, or the family ever used it. "Ye...yes, that would be me. What can I do for you?" came the fast reply. The sound of heavy breathing greeted her ears before finally her spoke again "This morning there was an accident, it was reported that a green volvo was hit by a truck this morning. I`m sorry to say that it was your parents, Olivia. Neither of them survived the crash either. We`ll be---" a sharp intake of breath cut the man off, before he could finish the words a soft sob began to rock her frame, the reciver falling to the ground and breaking.~



Hearing the mans voice again pale green orbs flew open, nails clutching into the bark of the tree she lounged in. Quickly her head swung from the left to the right, breathing rapid as she fought to orient herself. She was remembering this time. Usually it would cut off, her mind would not allow her to access those points in her life. This time it was, and she would remember. Leaning back once more

she allowed those darkened lids to flutter shut, a soft sigh escaping as she retreated back into the recesses of her mind.



~Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock! Crystaline pools opened slowly, the dimmed light filtering down onto the kitchen floor as her head moved away from it to allow her body to take it`s upright position. Knock knock knock! A low groan tumbled past dried lips, hands moving up to rub sleepily at her face. Stumbling and wobbling to her feet she moved towards the hallway, a shadow looming behind the frosted window made her pause. Why does she have to get the door? Mom and D-- Mom and Dad are dead. A lump formed in her throat as she shuffled forward, dark auburn bangs fell down over her eyes as she grasped the door handle, prying it open slowly her jaw dropped. Julian.

The male stood before her, toweringover her small frame her head tipped back, looking him in the eye. His jaw was taut, the muscle smasming beneath the tanned flesh. Mahogany pools glittered with tears as he steared down at her. Without warning he lunged forward, wrapping her into his arms and holding her tightly they both began to sob. Her arms wove around his torso, nails digging into the soft leather of his jacket as the tears poured from her ducts. Their parents were gone, never to return. Christmas would not be celebrated that year, she and Julian just sat on the couch, staring at the naked tree in the corner, the picture of the four of them up on the wall. Never leaving his sisters side Julian wept just as she did. Soon they left, packing very few things into a suticase, she allowed her brother to move her into the car. He promised to buy her new things when they got to France. Neither of them wanted reminders of their parents. Driving for hours non stop she continued to cry. The tears burning her flesh with each streak across her cheeck, each droplet finding it`s way down her neck.

Finally they arrived at the Mansion. Julian took her things into the house first before returning for her. Scooping her up into her arms he placed a soft kiss on the curve of each tear-stained cheek. Slowly he trotted towards the house, nudging the door open with his foot he moved to carry her upwards. Two flights of stairs he walked before she felt the plush velvet take to her shaken form.

He brushed the strands of ruby bangs away from her face, running his fingers through the short crop hair covering her head he murmured `You`re gonna be safe here, Livvie. Nothing to dangerous will ever happen... I`ll keep my eye on you to make sure of that." Nodding her head weakly she buried her face into the pillow, lips parting into a yawn before she finally drifted off to sleep.

Creak... The door opened to the small room she was in, rolling over slowly she set eyes on a woman. The woman glided over to her bedside, smiling so sweetly. She felt safe with the woman near. Bending down she ran her fingers through Olivia`s short spiky hair, digits curling within and massaging her scalp till ocean blue orbs fluttered shut in semi-conciousness. The cold sting of metal against her neck made her gasp before the sound cut off. Blackness.~



Sitting up abruptly pale hands went straight to her throat, grasping the flesh tightly as paniced breaths shook her frame. Mossy orbs sealed tight as tears began to run down her cheeks once more, head head shaking from side to side. No more. She didn`t want to see it. She didn`t want to remember. No more. A soft sob pushed it`s way from her lip, parting them just enough to allow her to breath once more.

"No more...never...no more..." she breathed out, the back of her hand coming up to wipe at the salty droplets. Her chest heaved beneath her shirt as she settled backwards, the bark cutting into her flesh as she continued to gasp for breath.

Olivia was born on October 18th, 1987, in Siberia, where she lived a fairly normal life in an elven village. She was not an only child, she had one older brother named Julian, who was 13 at the time she was born. When Olivia`s parents died in 2003, she was forced to move in with Julian in France.



Her time with Julian was one of great pain and torture. Julian had begun to date a vampyr named Isabella. Isabella was rather fond of torture, and she agreed that if Julian were to trade her one, stable female, that she would turn him. Julian gave up Olivia of course. She was sturdy, muscular, harsh, and most important of all, she was beautiful. Isabella chained Olivia up, draining the young girl repeatedly, branding her, slicing her up for entertainment. Olivia never gave in easily, she became rather fond of the smaller forms of pain in fact.



After two years of belonging to Isabella, Olivia began to look frail, and diminished. She no longer screamed and writhed in pain at the slicing, she no longer had any life to give. Julian desperately wanted to impress his girlfriend, so he went to a black market and bought a vial of blood. The man said it would liven up just about anyone as long as they weren`t dead to begin with. While he was gone, Isabella had decided she was going to liven up Livvie on her own. She turned Olivia that night, deciding to keep her, rather than the females older brother.



When Julian returned with the vial, planning on surprising his beloved, his went ahead and injected the vial of blood into Olivia`s heart, as instructed. The male had no reason to worry, he though his little sister was still human, and that the blood was just a little human mixed with some drug to make it have some zing to it. Poor Julian, for he was ill informed. Olivia had been turned, so the blood itself made her stronger, not to mention the type of blood. It was not human, but from a mid level mutt of a demon. Tiger demon hybrid to be exact.



Julian unchained his sister, hoping to bring her to bed with him and Isabella that night. She feigned weakness still, keeping her eyes shut tight, and her breathing shallow. She let him unchain her, throw her over his shoulder, even faked whimpering noises as he drug her up the stairs. When Julian has finally brough Olivia into the couples suite, she attacked. She tore her brother to shreds, making sure he didn`t die until his entrails were spilled across the tile floor, and his head removed. Bathed in her brothers blood she waited for Isabella to come back. She sat in the females bed, torn shreds of cloth and stains of brown and crimson the only thing she wore.



Isabella came into the room immediately, the whole house reeking of sewer and old blood being the only warning the centuries old vampyr had to what she would walk into. She approached the bed cautiously, Olivia curled up in a bloody ball, he brothers head in her small, fragile grasp. Isabella leaned in, wondering if the child had suffered the same fate as the deceased Julian. The moment the female`s head came within reach Olivia lashed out, claws extended a full 3in as she tore through the flesh of her mistress` throat.



Olivia cleaned up, dressing in her brother`s clothes and making herself as subtle as possible. She made her way out of France, back to Siberia, to her home village. The people there found out what she was, not only a vampyr, but with the strength of a newborn, and of the cat-demon blood flowing through her veins. The villagers attempted to execute her, to sacrifice her to the Goddess, and to free her soul of its damnation.



Before they could, however, she slaughtered them all, feasting not only on their blood, but of their flesh, and emotions. She could hear what they thought if it was flowing through their minds at that moment. She could feel what they felt, and if she chose she could let that emotion run through her and overtake her to a new level. She let that fear, and the exhilaration some of them felt as she devoured them, drive her on a new quest. One in search of people like herself, or very near to them. One in which that led her to the Dead City.