I remember a time when a woman used to call me Eurydice Edana Monroe. I remember she smelt of rose water and lillies. I believe at one time this woman used to care for me. But those memories have become ghost like and no more than a distant dream. My name, Eurydice Nytewind and since my birth it is all I have known. To walk backwards in my shoes is to fall endlessly into darkness. There is no light at the end of my wicked tunnel, only wicked laughter. I find myself picking at the holes left in my brain, what used to be there I can hardly say. What I can tell you is that I walk in a nightmare where monsters always tred. Left out in the open where I know they can smell my human flesh. Amongst this land of frightful creatures I have a place to call home. Though I wonder what compells the lady to sleep in the den of beasts. This tower, in which I have boarded up the windows and painted the floor with red, is called Methuselah Tower. The vampire lady granted me safe passage upon her lands as well as gave me shelter. Was it that she took pity on this poor babbling idiot? Or was it that she saw a potential killer to line her walls and mount as a trophy. To be sure I can gaurentee you that I have not lined any walls as a trophy. Now my name grows longer, Methuselah, a ringing sound that makes the meakest of men jump. Rather cozy that I would find myself nestled in a quaint little tower filled with the like. Though question me they do not as their motives rather fit my own agenda. Silk smooth notions filled with lustful greed, it all makes for a fine embrace. Yet while the stench lingers about my own room, the innards of a little peasent girl are firmly placed against the cracked wood on the outside of my door. Markings or a warning to step no further than what you have already taken.
The Methuselah's were my only family, where I have been and where I came from are quietly sealed within my own lips.
He has called himself Stitch though only whispered into my ears. Perhaps he hoped I would spread the word to my out stretching family. Ha! My lips stay closed and for the better as it promotes my questionable sanity even further. Though through my pickings and scavaging hunts I remain locked away within the Tower. Perhaps hiding or maybe it's plotting to explode out into some vile act of rape upon the innocent flesh that is my own.
