Vampire Rave
Hello! The reluctantly turned Emilia Carr here! A young woman with a penchant for getting herself into terrible situations. I wish I could say I was similar to other vampires: terrifying, hates anything with a pulse, but I'm not. In fact, I became violently ill after trying to consume blood the first time, ending up in the hospital. My fellows made fun of me, but the Elders didn't. They took me under their wings, and helped guide me to resources that provided safe, healthy blood, without the need for hurting humans. Hospital spare stocks of blood. Most don't need to feed directly from humans.
And, thank whatever deity that intervened that my father accepted me: a calm, resolute, gentle man. Always has been. You try explaining why there's blood on his bathroom floor, and it smells suspiciously like vomit...
My mother? About a subtle as a brick, and I'm the stained glass window. A religious zealot: she believes I'm the 'devil,' that I should have my skin burned off, sin cast out of me. It isn't like I asked to be this way or anything... It was an opportunistic 'friend' that tried his luck, but it ran out after he discovered he'd actually killed me, and the only thing he could do was to turn me, to try and 'save face.'
I took matters into my own hands, and made my way to Église du Saint-Sépulcre, and just about managed to convince its priest: Father Henry Millane to listen. We made a deal. My part? I tell him the locations and members of clans that are trafficking and turning humans, hurting, maiming. He takes that information to the Parisienne Guild, who do with that information as they wish.
His end? He kills me, after all is said and done.
Only, he's changed his mind, become affectionate, and I'm confused. He isn't holier than thou: he drinks, smokes, has carnal relations, (had) lovers, and isn't some old 'doesn't know what a toothbrush and personal space are' man. His initial hatred has melted away, and I've never disliked him. His humour is delightfully dark, and he isn't exactly hard to look at it. He's a bit older, but that's no issue.
Humans and vampires aren't meant to feel, fall like that, but my heart doesn't feel deceased around him, not anymore. Its like I matter, but I'm still a monster, no?
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(Hello, everyone! It's been a while! Helen here. I've rebranded this account. I just want to say that I'm thirty two, I'm not single, and I'm not looking.)
