Hello my name is Javelynn. Some say I am the greater of two evils... I say I am much more than that. I cannot remember much of my past. It is so very vague. The last thing I remember was waking up in a dark room. I could see nothing but I could hear the soft seductive lure of the masculine tone of my master, chanting and calling to me in a soft, feather-light whisper. Then all went completely still with me and I remembered no more til only a few years later.
My mind still replays that voice. Of the master I crave to seek. To find answers. Anything that would lead me to where I can find myself belonging. At this time, my eyes were emerald as the gem of a goddess. I could feel and have passions. My obsessions were upon the mister I was at the attempt of finding.
But as I seeked, I learned new lessons. I became thirsty.... oh so very thirsty. But water only dried my tongue and the hunger increased behind it. But bread only turned to powder and it melted to useless nothings that never seemed to satisfy my craves. And still I hunted for the one that would add something, anything, to those dark hazey areas in my mind.
But my hunger still burned, my thirst still screamed and my desires were weakening. Soon I found myself too weak to think. Too tired to desire. Instincts kicked in and I abandoned the day and clung desperately to the night. Soon men, women, and young helpless children began to disapear as I yanked them from their existence. My mind was dark but the most memorable thing was that crimson dark, warm, liquid that was my victim's life essence that seemed to bring me into myself.
I could remember my thirst, quenced for the first time in days, weeks, months... years. The hunger vanquished by the tranquillity of a full belly. And the longing to find the one man to answer questions was replaced by the pleasures stolen from my victims.
This was not me. I had emerald eyes. This new me had eyes as red as rubies. As sinister and inpure as the coldness of a beating heart. No one existed. They were all food. All simply there to please me.
Centuries later, I have accepted the new me. My veins flowed with power and my smile was white but stained with evil selfish glitter. I kept to the night and my powers stretched out, pulling in more supernaturals and I began to realize I was a vampire. And my name is Lady Javelynn, the elder Mistress. Daughter to the Great Vlad Tepes. Lady Javelynn Vlad Dracula of Brostov, Romania of Transylvania.
What powers should I possess? As an elder, I carry more than the young ones. I have no children for I have no desire to create any more of what I am. I simply watch the world shrivel. Until I find where I belong, I prowl the shadows as an evil torment in the form of my precious friend, the black panther. When I wish to be invisible, I can mold my molucules and break down my atoms to become nothing more than shadowed air itself. But when that sun graces my skin and caresses my cheek... I feel a burn. Not a burn of physical pain... but that past longing to know who I am. It brings back my emerald eyes. I hate my emerald eyes. I stay away from the sun. I am a dark princess now. I have red eyes. Never to be green again. That is the pain the sun gives me and I shall never see her reaching rays again.
Crimson_Nightmare · Mon Mar 23, 2009 @ 06:34pm · 0 Comments |