"If I was your vampire,
Death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
Across your face,
Because I think
Our time has come." - If I was Your Vampire by Marilyn Manson
Cinnamon's parents were hippies. Believing in peace, love, and all that jazz. High on life and other things. That's where it all started. Addiction started in the womb. Her family was considered poor. Living off of the fat of the land or some such nonsense. But at least she had her looks going for her.
The night was like any other. She had ran away from home so long ago she lost count of the days. Using her looks and what she learned on the streets to survive. He was handsome but that's not what was important. What was important was that he had the best white powder she ever tasted. Cheap to on top of that. What more could she ask for" Unfortunately he didn't have the stuff on him. He offered to take her to his place and she could get it there. Sure, why not'
What she hadn't counted on was him offering wine that was so strong she was out like a light. Or how he was deathly cold. Those eyes that told her everything was going to be alright. Even when she felt him draining the life from her. She vaguely remembered being dropped into the hole and slipped into darkness as she was covered in dirt.
How long had she been out' It didn't take long to claw her way out of the grave. She knew it was cold out but for some reason it didn't touch her. Her clothes were torn and the wound on her neck was all but non-existent if not for the dried blood. Why did she feel so...hungry"
She felt more alive than she ever had been. More elated and euphoric than any drug could provide. But the burning in her stomach would not go away. As if in a trance she wandered until she found some nourishment. She was clumsy and it was messy. She ended up being covered in blood. But it didn't matter. Because the blood was like fire. It awakened every single fiber and nerve within her. She felt better than she ever had in her entire life. What was this" And how could she get more"
Eventually she staggered her way into an Inn. Where some very nice ladies helped her. They even helped diagnosis what had happened. Apparently she was now a vampire. Funny how life worked out. The news was so shocking she passed out. The ladies then put her in a sealed up booth to shield her from the sun. Seems the fun was just beginning.
(OOC Note: This is a new story line I am beginning if anyone wants to take up the chance to play as the sire that ran out on her or adopt her into their brood or kiss or whatever you call a group of vampires...Please let me know!)
Cinnamon's parents were hippies. Believing in peace, love, and all that jazz. High on life and other things. That's where it all started. Addiction started in the womb. Her family was considered poor. Living off of the fat of the land or some such nonsense. But at least she had her looks going for her.
The night was like any other. She had ran away from home so long ago she lost count of the days. Using her looks and what she learned on the streets to survive. He was handsome but that's not what was important. What was important was that he had the best white powder she ever tasted. Cheap to on top of that. What more could she ask for" Unfortunately he didn't have the stuff on him. He offered to take her to his place and she could get it there. Sure, why not'
What she hadn't counted on was him offering wine that was so strong she was out like a light. Or how he was deathly cold. Those eyes that told her everything was going to be alright. Even when she felt him draining the life from her. She vaguely remembered being dropped into the hole and slipped into darkness as she was covered in dirt.
How long had she been out' It didn't take long to claw her way out of the grave. She knew it was cold out but for some reason it didn't touch her. Her clothes were torn and the wound on her neck was all but non-existent if not for the dried blood. Why did she feel so...hungry"
She felt more alive than she ever had been. More elated and euphoric than any drug could provide. But the burning in her stomach would not go away. As if in a trance she wandered until she found some nourishment. She was clumsy and it was messy. She ended up being covered in blood. But it didn't matter. Because the blood was like fire. It awakened every single fiber and nerve within her. She felt better than she ever had in her entire life. What was this" And how could she get more"
Eventually she staggered her way into an Inn. Where some very nice ladies helped her. They even helped diagnosis what had happened. Apparently she was now a vampire. Funny how life worked out. The news was so shocking she passed out. The ladies then put her in a sealed up booth to shield her from the sun. Seems the fun was just beginning.
(OOC Note: This is a new story line I am beginning if anyone wants to take up the chance to play as the sire that ran out on her or adopt her into their brood or kiss or whatever you call a group of vampires...Please let me know!)