Ceana MacGregar

So, You want to know my Story? ~a sound snort and dry chuckle~ Its not much to tell really and I don't know if I really feel much like telling it. _However_ since you've asked nicely I'll see how much I choose to Remember.

How to start, I was born and I grew up To quote David Copperfield. I lived in Scotland all of my mortal life. I was the only daughter of a prominent lord who was a much better lord then father. I didn't seem much of him or my mother. They were both busy with the affairs of their lands to bother with a small child. Oh don't get me wrong, I bear no ill will towards either of them, In fact I thank them in my own way. My nurse, Ceit, was the motherly figure in my life and treated me as her own. Never have i loved a woman quite as much as i had her.*another Dry chuckle* here i go pulling away I mustn't do that or we will never finish. Now, Yes Ceit, She taught me reading, writing, my numbers, and a few different languages all of which I still can remember to this day if I try. She remained with me until her death and Mine own if you think in mortal terms. Which Brings me abruptly to My Sire. *A cold tone surrounds the last word like a shroud* Dear Sweet Father Of my Immortality, How I loath thee. I though that you brought me release from the trials of life but instead you make me one of their numbers. *A deep sigh* But we are through that now aren't we. I have settled my Debt to you in the taking of you immortal life. Perhaps had you been a better teacher or sire it would not have happened this way but then again perhaps fate had it in for you as well. I still love you as a good childe should but feel no remorse for your death.

Lastly My Dear Jimmie. The Childe of my heart to whom I gave my dark gift one cold night. I hope that you hold no such hate towards me as I did towards my Sire For I would truly Loose All interest in The affairs of the mortals. You my childe, friend, Lover, Are my finest work of art. You have taken to your dark Gift as a Bird does to its wings. Never could I be any prouder. Remember Me kindly in days to come no matter what fate throws at us For what I did was done with love and was needed at the time.

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