ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
She was fourteen on that night when she came home from her girlfriends
house. Her long blonde hair, in a nice tight french braid. Clothes on the
preppy side with well fitted khakis and a blouse. The rooms were completely
dark when she walked through the front door. She groped around for a working
light, tripping over most of the lamps that seemed to have fallen from their
familiar places in the house. When at last she found a working bulb, she
lifted the lamp to use as a flashlight and widened her eyes in horror. The
whole family room had been trashed. All of their furniture and belongings
had been destroyed. It was behind the couch, laying on it's side, where she
saw the arm of her mother. Behind the toppled over entertainment center, her
father's legs. Before she had time to even approach the bloodied appendages
that would likely be attached to a dead parent, she heard a soft rustling
noise at the window behind her and turned to see it. There, crouched on the
open window's sill, sat a man with long stringy dark hair that dangled about
his white skin. His clothes were all dark as well and he seemed to have them
wrapped around himself, causing him to look like an oversized vulture. The
eyes only accented this look, they bore into her as if he were reading her.
He said nothing as he suddenly hissed, showing off a glint of sharpened
canines, before he jumped from the window and left the sound of thundering
flapping. Taeyah ran to the window and looked out. The dark figure that had
been at her window was no where to be seen. But there were other figures
running down the street in the same direction, laughing and hooting at their
job well done.
So the one who had stuck behind to see her had left her to live, it didn't matter to her bleeding heart. The quaint little world she had always known had been shattered in just those few moments. She didn't bother to torment her mind further by looking at the bodies of her parents. She simply turned and fled her home, never to return. She lived on the streets for quite awhile, sleeping during the days on benches or alleys, and walking during the nights, town to town, state to state. In New Jersey, she found a steady job as an exotic dancer and finally got herself a small flat to live in, and eventaully her motorcycle, Harley Davidson of course.
It was about eight months later that she met Kael, a vampire hunter and spy who was recruiting. She went under his wing, taking training and her first assignments were in espionage. He would not yet allow her to work on the vampire assignments, only giving her small spying jobs. But she quickly became his best at it. Different alias' and behaviors, she fell completely into her characters and did whatever it took to milk the information she was looking for.
Soon enough she was ready for a big job. It involved a whole family of vampires, Kael wanted her to get herself into their house as a slave and get as much information as she could on the family.
It was during her stay there, that her taste for vengence on these creatures subsided. She realized that not all of them were complete monsters and some were even capable of love. She aquired a new taste as she was there though, the taste of slavery. Becoming the head of the slaves, she found that she loved the control she had over them.
Eventually once that assignment was done, she cut down her work with Kael and opened up her Slave house, House of Embers. But through the past years her mind has become more and more frazzled and twisted and her ability to keep a slave for long was lacking. They run at the first opportunity they get, away from their skitzophrenic mistress. Those alias' she once used for spying purposes are all real to her and they are all a part of who she is... at one point or another.
