Brielle grew up in a townhouse in the heart of Paris. The only child of
two doting parents. Coming from money, she had all the proper manners
and respect, expected of one from her station in life. As a child, Brielle
was well behaved. As she grew older, she discovered her goals, and the
goals her parents had set for her, differed greatly. As the years went on,
she became the proverbial 'Wild Child'.
It was during this time, in the year 930 and Brielle had turned 18, that
she had met Loriean'Moyerius. The man was a charmer, and he liked
Brielle's wild side. She was not an easy woman, yet she knew how to
have fun. Loriean began to call on Brielle, taking her to the theatre,
dinner, etc. On one night imparticular, while the two were on their way
to dinner, Loriean turned to Brielle in the carriage. His hand caressed
her cheek, and he leaned forward, making as if to kiss her cheek. Brielle
turned her head, presenting her cheek for the mans lips. Loriean,
however, had other plans. He wished to bestow upon this untamed
beauty, the dark gift. And so, passing by her cheek, he sunk his fangs
into the silky flesh of Brielle's throat.
Brielle stiffened, having not expected such, and yet, a smile spread
along the womans lips as she sat there and accepted the gift, which was
being given to her...
Many years later, now the year 1254, some 300 years later, Brielle
strolled the darkened streets of Paris, watching as people passed by.
Some drunk, some just out for an evening stroll. A woman, seemed to
come from nowhere, just all of a sudden standing before Brielle. She
wasn't nervous, however. This woman was, after all, her sister. How she
knew that, she wasn't sure, she just knew. Just as she knew her Sire was
no longer among the 'living'. Rachelle gave her the scrolls, telling of the
news she already knew. The two women then walk off, Brielle being
back among her family, the `Moyeruis'. Just where she belonged as
Viscountess.
