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Lady Margaret’s Journal





I remember when I was young. I was never innocent, as my parents did not nurture me. They died when I was six. I didn’t like them; so it was of no great loss when they passed away. They were wanderers traveling from town to town, gambling.

Sleeping wherever they could, that’s where I helped them, as they used me for sympathy to worm their way in to the local Inns or people’s homes. Then they would bug out for the night leaving me alone in a new place. This had happened for as long as I could remember. I would be huddled away, in the corner of a dark flea infested room somewhere, daring not to make a sound, as there were consequences for everything. Life was anything but fun as my parents didn’t even converse with me. I was invisible to them.



Then one night, they never came back for me. The owner of this flea pen, that we were staying in came into our room and said. “You filthy little wretch, get up now, as your parents have been killed. The one who killed them is here to claim you. Follow me outside for in his hands your fate awaits.” I was led outside, into the darkness to meet my destiny that very night



He stood before me in the darkness, dressed in a noble man’s clothes, black leather boots, breeches, red silk shirt and a black wool cloak hung around his shoulders. His face was narrow, pointed at the jaw, quite handsome to look at with his black eyes. His long hair was pulled back and tied with a leather thong. His booming voice beckoned respect, as he thanked the land lord. Then turning to me he said. “Come young one; let’s get you away from here.”



I followed this stranger as what else could I do, in silence he led me to his carriage, which was spectacular in its magnificence. A driver opened the door for us. My master bade me with his hand to enter. Then we were whisked away into the night with the sound of horse’s hooves clapping on the rough dirt ground. Soon the stench of the village was gone and out of the window I could see the dark shapes of the trees, as the carriage sped with great haste through the country side.



Slumber soon overtook my young body. When I awoke it was still dark but the sun could be seen starting to stir, the master had gone and in his place was a man much older than him with grey hair. He was pulling me out of the carriage.

“Step out child, this is your home now, you are to be bathed and fed. What is your name young one?” “My name is Margaret sir.”

“You are to call me Will child and this is where you are to live now, as our Master the Lord wishes it; I am in the Masters employ and have been told to look after you.” I stepped out into the most beautiful surroundings, as the sun rose into the morning sky, I saw trees and gardens and a Manor fit for a king. That was the start of my new life; I did not see my Master for many years to come

Will became my parent as I grew up in this bewitching place.



I was quite spoilt in this environment; I had servants,’ a teacher, many books and parchments to read, besides Will, myself and the staff, there never seemed to be other visitors at all in the Manor. Not that I craved company, I was used to my own devises. Life was good as I explored the grounds; this gave me hours of enjoyment, seeing the wild flowers in bloom and wild animals in the distance. Hunting with Will and the other male servants made me a great marksman with a bow. When I asked to be taught the craft of sword fighting I was given a tutor.



As the years rolled past my confidence grew I knew several languages, was well versed in writing and reading, all I didn’t have were the mannerisms of a lady, I had grown into a tomboy. I was told that I was to be sent away, to a special ladies school, to be taught the finer things of life.

With a heavy heart I was taken from my beloved home, in the carriage I was driven to the city. Where I was to live for a few years. There were tears in my eyes, as I said Farwell to my dear Will, watching him go back to the one place in the world where I felt safe.



I was sent to live with a family in a home much smaller than the Manor,

It was well maintained though. The Lady of the house Elizabeth was well cultured and was always out, visiting her friends, the Lord was from a noble background, he preferred to lock himself away in his study; They had two young children that were in the constant supervision of their governess.

School took up most of my time as learning to become a young Lady constantly challenged my tom boy ways. The school Madam favored the more cultured girls. A few of us just sat on the fringe. Well slowly I began to learn.

I met a friend Isabella we would sit and talk for hours, about our lives and our dreams, Isabella was very much like me in her ways. Her parents had died when she was young to, her grandparents looked after her, she was a year older than me and had been here for quite sometime already. She was fourteen and had long red hair braided in ribbons, her face was spotted with freckles she was taller than me by a neck, I thought she was beautiful. Time passed quickly; when I was eighteen years old I was sent back home. I would miss Isabella but she promised to visit me someday soon.



All were happy on my arrival home, to see the young lady that I had become. Though it didn’t take long for me to revert back to my old self again. Happy in my own environment two more years passed in bliss. Isabella visited me once and stayed for quite some time, I was sad to see her go as she got called away quite suddenly with family problems.



On my twentieth birthday I was told the Master was coming to visit, that day I dressed in my best clothes, combing my long black hair and platting it. I impressed myself, looking at the young woman I had become, quite good looking, tall and slender with deep blue eyes. I was so excited I hadn’t seen the Master since the night he had brought me here, so many years ago. In my gown of red velvet I helped to prepare for my birthday dinner.

Finally the evening came all was ready the dining table was set, the warm fire blazing well in the open fireplace. Evening was approaching fast.



The Master walked in greeting Will first, then he walked over to me, my breath caught as I looked at him, he had not changed from my earlier memories. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. How could he not seem to age a day? Was it my memory playing tricks? I had only been six after all when I saw him last. Then he took me it his arms, saying, “Margaret you are as beautiful as I knew you would be.” He handed me a jewelry box. It was covered in precious stones. I opened it and inside was a fine gold chain, with the symbol of the moon covered in rubies and diamonds, it sparkled brightly in the candlelight. He took it from me placing it around my neck. Dinner went well though the Master did not seem to be hungry his meal was left uneaten. Instead he sat talking with a glass of red wine in his hand taking sips every now and then.

After dinner the Master asked me to join him in a walk around the grounds. Finding our coats we rugged up against the strong autumn breeze. Then we walked outside into the bright moonlit night. We talked of general things that pertained to life in the Manor. As we walked I felt comfortable in his presence.



He stopped by a seat telling me to sit down; he sat beside me, took my hand in his and spoke to me. “Margaret I killed your parents I know this does not bother you though. They were truly evil people. I drained their blood from their bodies, I saw you in their eyes, a child unwanted, unloved, a child with spirit. That’s why I came and took you away with me.

You needed to have a home, somewhere to feel safe, to turn you into the lovely young woman you have become. Now you have a choice my dear as I am about to tell you about myself. Once that is done, you will join me or die as it would be too risky for me to let you live.



My name is Marcello Orazio , I was born in Italy in the year thirteen and fifty four A.D, I am four hundred and six of your mortal years old. I was born to a noble and wealthy family. My parents had five children in all, I was their last. My mother died in childbirth, when I was born, she bled to death, they said. My father blamed me for my mothers death, he never acknowledged me, only looking after my material needs. I lived in misery as my brother’s and sister joined him in his loathing of me.



I buried myself in my education and learnt how to fight with a sword, I grew up introverted. My body grew tall and strong I joined the army, when I was old enough I went to fight in a war that was raging at that time. I was getting my hurt and frustration out by killing the enemy, before long the army became my family. Killing became second nature. I arranged to have my family killed feeling no guilt at all when the deed was done. I think from that day my soul was damned.



I climbed up the ranks quickly in my regiment and soon I was in charge of many men. Life became a blood bath, killing was my only skill. One bright moonlit night I was walking around the edge of the camp, I could just make out movement in the distance. Out there were the corpses of our dead, from our clash with the enemy. I thought perhaps a couple of my men could be still alive. I was armed with my sword so I went to have a look, as I got closer I could see shapes bent over the men, they seemed to be embracing them. I walked closer curious wanting to know what they were doing. Suddenly I was jumped by something with inhuman strength; it put its teeth into my neck piercing it. I could feel my blood flowing fast out of my body as the vampire sucked me dry.

Then I felt great warmth, I was sucking an open wound the vampire had made in its wrist. I greedily sucked not wanting to let go. Finally he pulled his arm away looking down at me he told me to find shelter quickly before the sun rose. Feeling like I was drunk from too much wine I arose on wobbly feet, my body was in great pain for it was dying its mortal death.

My bladder and bowels let go

I vomited blood. Finding a cave I lay down to sleep my last mortal dreams.



When I woke up it was night again, my body hungered now for blood, I was now one of the undead, my eye teeth were long and pointed. I went out to feed finding my regiment still near by, I fed on the men, that I had once called my family. Then finding clean clothes I dressed and disappeared into the night. There are many more stories of my life, but for now Margaret let’s leave it at that.

I am a vampire, Margaret, I feed on the living and I want you to join me in my world, for in you I have seen my life.”



I shook with the realization that my life was about to change again, then looking into his eyes I said “Take me Master, I belong to you.” With that he bent over closer and finding my neck with his hand he put his lips to my bare skin. I was shaking as his lips caressed the skin of my neck, deeply his teeth penetrated. Sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body, no man had touched me as a woman.

Now I would only feel the embrace of a vampire, fate had made me into a feeder of humans, cold to their emotions as I have never been loved by one. My story was just beginning as I died in my Masters arms.



I sit in my high rise apartment writing this.

The year is two thousand and six Ad, that would make me now two hundred and sixty six in your mortal years. I live with Isabella; Yes she is my only friend so I made her a vampire. The Master is long gone, I killed him but that is another story to. I leave you here now in this present day, beware for we are real, and we have to feed.





Lady Margaret’s diary

June 2006





"This is the story I wrote at my school, PWAC. It got an A (17 out of 20) It's my first real story. I'm proud of it and myself.

Hope you enjoy It let me know. "

Love Stormy