Unlife
Jorun was carried away by boat, and by carriage, bound and gagged except for when fed, usually given to her in a glass. She hated the stuff she was supposed to drink, the thick liquid nearly making her sick. She didn't know, what she was just that the stuff made her feel better. She was taken into the deep mountains of Germany, to an old abandoned castle. She had no idea where she was, or what exactly had happened. At first she was kept in a room, but every night when the opportunity arose, she would escape. She always injured herself, and quickly found you could heal those injuries, through blood.
She'd hide in the woods, and do her best to stay hidden. The Nosferatu that Lady Kier, employed always found her though. No matter what she did to hide, or where, or how quiet she was. Lady Kier soon grew tired of having to hunt down her childe, and had the Nosferatu lock her up in the catacombs beneath the castle, in a cell she had built in one. Jorun was left there, a ghoul bringing her down a chalace of blood for her a couple times a day.
She was taken up to see Lady Kier, who in time explained that she was a Vampire, someone who lived in the night. That her body was bascially gone, but it still lived. She also continued re-enforcing the Deep domination on her mind. Teaching her of Tremere ways, telling her that she was Tremere. Telling her just a little of what her clan was supposed to be.
Jorun was made, to be destoryed. Taught to think she was Tremere to infultrate them, learn everything she could about their magicks, their tomes, their ways, where their secret places were. She was then supposed to then tell Lady Kier, and teach her all she had learned. She was then supposed to undo all she had done to Autumn's mind, and send her to the Chantry, let the find what had been done, then killed for her actions.
Lady Kier wasn't too sure about her ablities though, despite her high knowledge in Dominate. Something kept her from letting her childe go, something that made this a nightly ritual. Autumn grew to hate the woman, but had no real power to escape. Stripped of learning of her true clan, her true clans knowledges, and even the madness that was supposed to grip her mind. She was never given the chance to be what she was supposed to be.
Days and nights had no meaning to Autumn. The few mice and rats that were in the catacombs she eventually befriended, after her share of bites. They became her only companion. She was given books, books from her time period, and eventually some from later on in the century. She never knew how long she was truly there until her escape. She never knew of the changes to the world.
236 years passed. Autumn had no clue, she had given up trying to keep up with the endless nights, gripped with near lonliness, and looking forward to when she would see one of her sires ghouls. She in that time had learned the language and where she was, though her sire was unknowing. She craved being able to walk outside, being able to smell a flower, or walk barefoot in the grass.
She nearly forgot her family, her old life, what she did, what she had, and what she had lost. She'd have vague memories from time to time, or a dream, but it was not often. Her visits to Lady Kier became less and less often over the years, and she slowly started to recall a few things, but she still thought she was Tremere. That was holding true, as Kady Kier eventually forgot to enforce the rest, and concentrated on the Tremere part only.
Time went by and with, the unknown growing Hatred of Lady Kier, things began happening that the Russian Vampress had no clue of. Those in hate of her, growing stronger than she knew of. They were her closed advisiors and helpers, or so she thought.
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