You want a history. Okay, whatever, fine. Yeah, I’ll give you a history.

My parents’ sucked ass. My father had a thing for beating and raping my mom. Mom, being the idiot she was, looked to drugs to dull the pain. And me? Well I was the lucky bitch who gotta be raped by dad when mom was in the hospital, and beaten by mom when she couldn’t get her fix. So yeah, me and my parents were one big happy fucking family.

Then came the guy who made everything seem okay. Shit, with a simple look…he’d tell me everything was going to be okay. That he’d never hurt me. Which was bullshit, but well that’s a fucked up story. Anyways, so we hooked up, and fell madly in love right? Then he stopped spending much time with me. And it reminded me a lot of the way mom was before she overdosed, choking on her own puke. Not being at home much, staying out way too late. I knew she was spreading her legs, learning to live off her cunt. So, with me caring so much about the guy, I cornered him, and started questioning him. All I got were half assed answers. Half-truths filled with half lies. So I told him to fuck off and have fun sleeping with his other bitch, and hopped into my car.

Didn’t know he jumped behind me. I never heard him telling me to stop; if he did…my music was blasting ‘cause I didn’t WANT to hear him. Before I knew it, the guy I loved or whatever you want to call it, was road kill under my car. Cops never arrested me, being as I didn’t purposely drive over him. It was an accident…so I was free to go. After a shit load of questions and accusations. And poor little me, just sitting in that chair, in tears and shock. Boo fucking hoo.

I went back home, locked myself in my room. I tried shoving whatever pills I could find down my sore throat. I slit my wrists, hoping to watch my life just pass on by. And each time I tried, I woke up in the hospital…feeling like shit. I’d get out, go home..and try again. And again I’d wake up in the hospital, dad telling me he should lock me in a fucking mental institute or maybe next time he’d just let me die.

Then everything grew numb, and I didn’t feel a thing. I wanted to…so bad I wanted to feel the pain I’d felt for so long. I’d burn myself, and cut myself. Hold my breath till I passed out. Anything and everything I could think of…just to feel…feel something. Dad started making it a point not to come into my room. He was a fucking coward, and his way of making himself feel better, was by making others hurt. But he couldn’t hurt me anymore, and when he tried, I just laughed in his face. So he left me to myself, where I tried my hardest to make my life hell.

Two years, or some shit like that…I did that. Then another man, or whatever you want to call him, stepped into my life. Just sorta appeared there one night, when I was at my ex boyfriend’s grave. He’d do tricks, like making himself appear as my boyfriend…and blame me for his death. And I cried, I felt pain, and I liked it.

He was my first temptation…this Valor. He told me of a certain place, where creature’s stalked the night. I went there, not believing him. But I wanted to test his theory nonetheless.

That’s where this charming older looking man, dressed in black, seduced me. Before I knew it, I was the guy’s dinner…I felt myself slipping away, and I realized how bad I wanted to live. He told me if I wanted life, I needed to bite into his skin, and I did. I bit, and chewed, till the skin broke, then I drank…drank till he tore himself away from me…

The pain came then, true pain. Like your body being torn to shreds from the inside…and I passed out, only to awake six feet under. It took awhile…but I dug myself outta there. Strange feeling, terrifying feeling, to be buried alive. Something like feeling your mind split and shatter, going crazy because you know you’re alive, and you try to breath…but you can’t….

So I came out, and this guy named Amphitrion loved me. He taught me things, and told me things, but his wife hated me. Everyone hated me…but yet they cared for me enough to let me know that the elders were coming to take my blood. Aint that sweet?

I searched out Valor again, but he didn’t want me. He said I was ‘Trion’s bitch,’ or some shit like that. It took some time, and some convincing from Jess I’m sure…but they finally agreed to help me. For a price.

I did their prices. Nothing big to me. Just tore a church to shreds…that was fun. And kidnap some kiddies. I enjoyed wearing gothic crosses at the time, still do actually. Only problem is, now…they seem to leave a nasty burn. Oh well, such is life. What’s life without a little bit of pain?

Trion eventually ditched me, I managed to chase him down once or twice...just staying around enough to really fuck with his mind. Then I’d leave, like he left me.

I traveled for a bit…going here, there…doing whatever the fuck I pleased. No one was my master, and if they tried to be….fuck them!

Eventually I hooked up with this demon named Nisha, who wanted to really fuck over this town in Colorado called Black Forest. But Nisha died, and oh well. I still have some fun with those Camarilla types every now and again. They’re really pathetic, almost as bad as the cattle I feed on, probably more so. But who cares?

Then I got my lazy ass self to finally come back to New Orleans, and met up with Phoenix…he’s such a cute little Lasombra. Pretty powerful too. But he’s still too stuck on being all diplomatic and that shit. Maybe he’ll come around, probably not.

Met up with an old friend again too. Valor. He’s all proud of me, saying things like I’ve made it really far on my own and crap like that. Might make me feel happy, if I wasn’t so bent on destroying every fucking thing I come across. But he’s a good guy, and we got really similar goals. And SHIT, let me tell you something…you ever taken a hit of heroine? I haven’t, but his blood…I can almost swear it…is at least a thousand times better. Thing that gets me, is he says he’ll get me some things to help in my ‘little’ goal…for FREE! I doubt it, but who really gives a rats ass, right?

Anyways, that’s the history for you. One big happy tell isn’t it? Now shut the fuck up and go about living your merry little existence while you still have it.