Daniel Hartagen Jr.
What's there to say about a boy such as ? I have no idea but you must wish to learn of my past. I will share my story then.
It all began the day I was born, my conspiracy I mean. I was born on February 12th 1827 in New York City, the years when art was just beinging to bloom in the large cities. The time when the greatest artist emerged.
I was born to parents who were aristocratic Art dealers. My mother (Sharon Louise Hartagen) was an artist. My father (Daniel Richard Hartagen) took care of the family art museum.
I was born into great wealth. Born with a an amazing talent in painting and writing.
My mother tutored me when I was a small child. Though my skills soon surpassed hers and she could no longer teach me. So they sent me to a famous artist.
I was about 5 when they took to me this woman's home to study art. I was there every night studying under her. She loved teaching me and she loved art. She was a wonderful tutor and a loving friend.
I kept on going there until I had graduated. I was around 17, and already had pieces worth $5,00 (which was a lot back then). I was rather unimpressed with myself. My art wasn’t up to par according to me. I wasn’t happy, even though I had everything. All I wished to do was run away and watch the clouds float by and walk through the city and admire the beauty that it was shrouded in. Though I always found my self back at my teachers house, painting.
Sarien, my teacher, had been raising me under her wing for her own reasons to my surprise. Watching me with adoring eyes, love for the chylde she would soon take.
Eveything seemed well for a little bit but then my parents started getting on my back. I threatened to burn my paintings and run away forever. And just as always I found my self back at Sarien’s home crying from the pressure. She took my life that night.
The next night taught me about our clan, Toreador. And how she wished to preserve my beauty and my artistic abilities. She told me that only the exquisite beings are part of our clan.
I soon found myself lost in forever darkness, where the world of my art would never be the same. I would now only know beauty in darkness or under artificial light. I was furious but at the same time I was locked in my love for her. She had taught me everything and she was like the mother I never had.
I couldn't leave her because our bond was too strong and there was still too much I had to learn. She kept me for another 7 years hidden from parents, who had thought me to run away, and hiden myself from the art world. She kept me away where she could teach me my disciplines and feeding in peace.
Finally, she let me out on my own in 1851, but only on one condition: that I would not sire a child of my own unless they were the most worthy and qualified for our clan. I agreed, and fled from her leaching grasp, wondering until I ended up in Louisiana. Where beauty is the land.
I fell in love with many mortals, men and woman. Though none were worthy of the gift and I regrettably left them for death.
I wondered the city streets of New Orleans for 3 years. Deprived of the love I longed, and the art I wished to share with mortal eyes. But I would I ever find someone worthy of the kiss? Would I ever find someone who had talents that just HAD preserved? I believed it hopeless.
Her name, Didgit, the damnedest of creatures. I had to have her all for myself. To show the world what I saved from the grasp of mortal death. I have taken her for my ghoul, my forced adoring soul. I felt I almost lost her though when I told he I had slipped my blood into her drink. She didn't freak out as I thought she would which made me love her all the more.
She is beautiful and full of the youth I need. She keeps me going and brings out the teen in me. I feel like I kid in love. I just wish I had waited to turn her to darkness, to know if she really adores me and not have the thought of it being my blood. Oh well, I love this piece of art all the same. And may the gods let me have her for all eternity.
Until one night I found the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen . A creature so pure the light seemed to emerge from her skin. The sun was in her strawberry blond hair. Her eyes were the seas in the summer. Her art was the universal language, mathematics. She was perfect in every aspect. The woman I wished to spend as many nights of my life that I could.
