When I awoke I felt strange - weak, yet strengthened. As I opened my eyes my senses ignited. Colours seemed sharper, darkness lighter, I could hear each and every crackle of the flames licking the fireplace, the night-sounds outside. A myriad of scents invaded my nostrils - sweat, the wood on the fire, the flames themselves, old soot in the chimney, but above all else - the coppery tang of blood. As I caught that particular aroma, pain flooded through me. My veins burned, my vision blurred, and my stomach clenched tight. I realised with faint revulsion that I was hungry - hungry for blood.
It was then that I also realised that I was alone. The party that had been in full swing was over, and if it hadn’t been for the fire in the fireplace, I would have thought I had dreamed the whole thing. I cut my lip on my canine teeth, and as I dimly wondered why that had happened, I ran my tongue over them - they were as sharp as two hunting knives. Still, this didn't frighten me - my hunger was over-riding all rational thought. My instincts made me stand - I was aware of every muscle, every bone in my body. My vision was slowly turning red as my burning hunger took over - my legs weren't my own, they belonged to the hunger. My mind wasn't my own - it too belonged to the all-consuming need to feed.
Outside the sky seemed bright, although it was the early hours of the morning. I began to realise I could hear a heartbeat, so I followed the sound. There was a vagrant in an alleyway - perhaps a pick-pocket or some other villain, sleeping in the mud and the filth of the alley. I fell on him like an Angel of Death, and he died at my hands. As I let his lifeless corpse drop back to the ground, I felt his lifeblood course through my veins, and I felt alive, more alive than when I had actually been so. I felt as though I could fly, but I also felt a sense of urgency for cover - as it turns out the night was older than I had realised, and dawn was only an hour away.
I went back into the building that had housed the party, and looked around to see where I might seek shelter - my instincts were telling me to hide from the sun (just about the only thing I didn't have to learn the hard way). There was a grand staircase just off from the foyer, and I followed the hallway beside it to the kitchen. I spied the familiar doors to the cellar, and opened them. I turned to get one of the few torches that was still burning, but found I didn't need a means to see into the deep dark beyond the foot of the stairs. I made my way down slowly - still not sure of myself or my new-found powers, past the stores of supplies, and barrels of ale, rats scurrying away as I approached. It was there I Slept for the first time.
In the centuries that passed I traveled the world, seeking answers (maybe subconsciously trying to find my green-eyed maker), gaining power, learning Majicks. Always learning and becoming more powerful. I wandered into RavenBlack City a bit over 3 years ago, and once I crossed the boundaries to this place I felt at once that I was home. That this city was the natural homebase for those of my kind. I prowled the streets and drank from humans and vampires alike.
After two years or so I grew tired of my existence - call it a crisis of faith if you will. I was on a pathway to self-destruction, I no longer cared who I drank from, or who drank from me. More and more often thoughts of watching the sun rise entered my head, the brief moments of agony were nothing in comparison to facing the bleak future I thought I had in front of me. I saw no point to wandering around aimlessly, wandering with no reason to live except to survive, and I felt lonely - I had no kin, no friends, not even a human servant to call my own at the time.
The
invitation to join the Capadocian Clan couldn't have come at a better time - it
was almost as if someone could sense my self-destructive thoughts. I tentatively
accepted the invitation, and slowly made my presence known within the
castle.
I
made many friends within those walls, and a close few I considered Blood Kin -
family. Many changes happened within the clan, and in one evil night most of my
Kin departed there. It was with great sadness when I too finally left the only
home I had ever known. My heart was no longer there, nor my soul. I left behind
some that I miss terribly, but I made the right decision.
I took a room at Sartori's Grotto - my favourite pub within the city, and stayed there a
while contemplating my future, if I felt I had one. The temptation to walk into the
sunrise overwhelmed me for a while, I felt I had nothing left to live for. It
was a few weeks later that my deepest wishes came true. One of my Blood Sisters
arrived with a scroll asking me to join the Empty Spiral. I was overjoyed and
packed all my belongings immediately and went the next night to my home. It was
strange to be back there - for the Spiral was the first house I called home when
I originally joined the Capadocians. It felt strangely ironic that I had come
back to the place I started - that I had come full circle. It felt good to know
that I was finally back where I truly belonged. That
I was home.
