"All Life Is Really, Is Just A Bunch of Moments..
Most Are No Good But Sometimes You Get Lucky
And Catch A Good One..
One That Will Sustain You Till Lifes End."



Chapter 2

For over 3,000 years Dominique roamed. She had nothing to return to after she was brought into her new existance. All her family lay slain by a unknown one and her sire vanished the very night he made her. For the first two hundred years she searched for him, for answers to what she was and if there were others like her. Yet with all her wandering she found nothing to lead her in her search and in time gave up setting upon a new path in her life.

Dominique studied and read, devouring books within mere days. She hunted and fed on those with evil intent within their hearts for she felt it right to do and could not bear the weight of taking of innocent blood. She roamed through Paris, France and Italy finding it culture at times something to retain her interest at first, but as time wore on it all seemed to lose its luster. She found others of her kind, most held to old ways, old beliefs that she refused to abide by nor beleive.

Unable to tolerate the company of other immortals she sought comfort and affections with mortal suiters over the years. Some she even grew to love, but all in time seemed to vanish, her having no idea what befell them. Her exotic beauty and silken voice drew men to her in flocks, lavishing her with gifts and affections. As a mortal she was already a lovely woman but with the DarkGift and time her face became alabaster white and flawless like a statue etched by the finest scuplturers hands. Her deep blue eyes flickered and shined with flecks of gold and green, mesmorizing and entrancing to gaze within, her crimson toned lips perfectly curved in a sultry pouty grin.

After a multitude of her suiters mysteriously vanished she became troubled deeply, sometimes as she walked along the streets that stretched through Paris she sensed another of her kin. One very strong. Some nights she persued the dark presence, but to no avail. In time she gave up and the feeling faded away soon becomng forgotton to her mind.

Deciding it best she depart before more deaths, not by her own hand, occured she boarded a vessel set out for a isle many miles away from the city lights and the foreboding presense. She slept in a deep vampyric slumber during the voyage, being as old as she was feeding was no longer needed for her to survive. She could go months before the desire to taste blood became too strong to bear.

The ship docked in the port town once it reached the isle that was called by many names by the passengers. Silently she slipped through the crowd and the town aching to be in the open after so long a confinement. In her wandering she stumbled upon the Vampire Tavern. A old 3 story keep that the locals had formed into a Tavern and Inn for travelers. She entered catiously and was met with a feeling she never had in all her years. Seeing the faces that passed by her hooded vision she was astounded to see that very few beared the scent of true mortals.

Even though the land never seemed to be touched by the rays of the sun she still slept in the daytime hours within the woods buried deep within the moist rich soil of the forest ground, as she had always done save for her times within the cities. Every night she rose and ventured to the Tavern to watch and study those within. No other of her kin caught her eye until she crossed the path of one called Morpheus.

He followed her as she traveled out to the nearby cemetary one night and did nothing more than introduce himself, a Brujah vampire like herself, and capture her attention before vanishing into the night. For days after she perched within the rafers of the Tavern and searched for him. A week later he returned and beconed her to him. She walked to him with a panther like stride, her beautiful head held proudly as unbriddled passion, rage and hostility reined in her vibrant dangerous gaze.

Over his face he wore a hideous mask, blue-black dreads fell over his shoulders and masked visage. Powerful tattoed arms rested across his massive chest as he started at her with deep red tinted eyes that swirled and seemed to glow. A massive heavy sword rested at his side. With a deep scratchy voice he asked her to join a family he wished to begin, a family of her kin, the Brujah. Being a rogue all her life she looked to him with a wary glance yet found the words "Yes, i will." fall from her dark lips.

Chapter 3