God abandoned me long before I was conceived. And no matter the love I carried, nor the love bestowed upon me, long ago was I shut off from the pearly gates to Heaven.

Loving parents, loving sister...all of them taken from me in order to lure me into the great Jyhad. An illiterate, uneducated girl who was overwhelmed with the desire to avenge her parents. To kill one demon, a vile creation of Satan...a vampire.

How too coincidental everything seems. The sudden appearance of a Lasombra vampire, who wanted its kind dead. For why? For the Kiss, the embrace. He had humans with him, those who also had their reasons for revenge.

What a coincidence I happened to be in a bar and met two vampires. Or the fact I had just learned to fight and use the weapons bestowed upon me. Or the fact they pressed me into a fight, and I fought...for my life.

I tried for months to kill my sire; my grandsire. If I was damned, I would make my creators wish for another damnation. But as the antediluvians saw fit, a spell was cast upon my unsuspecting self turning my hate to love. In that love I found more pain than the very fires of hell could cause. In that pain I drove my Love to insanity. In that pain he drove me to madness. And then we parted.

The separation killed him. Since I did not know, I continued my ignorant course of redemption. He found me, his cursed soul. I embraced him with loving arms. I took him into me. I gave up my past, and gave him my future.

To this night I'm not sure where everything changed, but I do know it was for the sake of the antediluvian bastards it took place.

Joshua Valor, my once sire, rose from the grave. He came back with new powers, new abilities, and he came back a new person.

His presence made the strongest shiver, his words no longer portrayed love. He shattered my heart, he destroyed my mind. I saw only one way to end it, to free myself from the cursed Jyhad; final death. Fire. Sun. But even as the sun blistered my undead skin, I fled. I did not have the courage to end it. I knew my oblivion would not encase me, but the world of the truly dead would.

He found me again, and once more I gave in. Not in love, but in loss. I had nothing left, no will to fight. I abandoned myself to utter damnation. I lost what virginity I had left that night, what innocence I had kept from my mortal years. Instead of weeping, I rejoiced. For once in my damnation I accepted what I was and reveled in it. And once more, he disappeared. Once more I was left alone with my forever damned soul.

His disappearance led me yet again to doubt. My conflicting views finally went their seperate ways. I was no longer one, but two. There was Lizzy, the pure, and there was Elizabeth, the infernalist. Lizzy cowerd in the dark recesses of the mind while Elizabeth reaked what havoc she could.

Very few still alive could break through the layers of darkness and reach Lizzy. To two of those, my thanks. But those times were few and far between. Lizzy had given up what hope she ever carried and attempted to turn a blind eye to Elizabeth.

One night a stranger approached me and quelled the demons in my soul and mind. He told me things, things that made me feel like a lost child. Things that made me think I was finally found.

I was stupid, ignorant, blind to the fact that when you're at the bottom...there's always worse. I realize only to late how perfectly fitting this was.

He took me to a new home, a new life. People taught me to read and write. Fellow members of this group taught me more history of vampires, and terms than I ever thought possible. And I learned, I studied, I struggled to make them proud. Maybe I have, but I think they have other plans if I fail. One night I was called for, and I was told my mission. I would be further informed as things progressed. I would go back home, to New Orleans, slipping in amongst the Ventrue. They new my history, but said everything would be taken care of. And taken care of it was.

They implanted a chip in my flesh in order to keep track of me, that's what I was told. They also told me I would be dominated into a whole new lie. I did not know the full lie till the spell was broken, but the lie consisted of:
Being well practiced in masquerading as other clans.
My sire was no longer Joshua, but my grandsire, Young.

There were most likely more, but I don't have the time to think of them all.