Centuries have passed since her existence began. A story that should be told and then promptly forgotten. Her story will make you cry, make you laugh and you will come away having felt better gripping your own mortality.
She would be the first of any immortal to tell you that a natural death would be a God given gift. Asking for immortality is asking for a life time of loss. You lose your family, your friends and your mind. You watch as everyday something changes, whether it be for the good or bad. You have no choice but to watch from a far distance as your loved ones pass away. You become rejected not for who you are, but for what you are. Your existence rests on what you are, you no longer have your own identity unless you live through brutality.
Would she look back today and tell you she regrets her life? I can't tell you for sure that she's able today to understand how far she's fallen from her beginning days. She won't tell you aloud that she regrets anything, but she does. She really does.
It began in a small village in Europe in 1810. She was born to a financially poor family, but rich in every other sense. She was the second youngest of four children; 3 girls and 1 boy. Their family were devout Christians. Their lives rested in the wonders of His glory. There was never a day that they didn't thank the heavens for their health, family and small community.
In 1829, she had remained with her parents. She still hadn't chosen from any of the males to marry yet. This brought a small bit of shame to the family, but they never announced this to her out loud. Her older sister and brother each had spouses of their own, but were still around their original family home often. Their mother had passed a few years earlier due to the influenza.
This evening, the only ones in the home was her father, her younger sister and herself. The whole village seemed to abruptly errupt into screams and cries. Stacia remembers clearly her father running to the front door, slamming a chair in front of the door to block people out. He turned to the two of his daughter, sorrow and pain in his eyes. In his hand he held his pipe which seemed to spark the idea in his head. He knew what was coming, but his lips were firm against his teeth and he didn't utter a word. He bent over the lit fireplace and grabbed one of the books off the table to light it on fire. With the book on fire he tossed it onto his own bed, the mattress going up in flames. He shot forward, grabbing the wrists of his daughters to hold them still to face their own inferno.
The girls screamed as their father tried to pull them into an embrace that they'd never be able to escape. From the outside, the glowing eyes of the unknown creatures watched in delight at the Christian father unable to release his daughters to see whatever fate had for them if they were to face them. Vampyres and demons had chosen to attack this village because of it's proximity to a nearby city. It would become a conveinent base to go in and out of the city.
She wiggled out of her father's grasp, and spun to see that there were already flames creeping up his pants leg. The fire was spreading at a sickening speed. The father's expression was wild with fury, now he gripped the youngest sister in both of his arms, refusing to release her. To free her sister she spun towards the door and pulled the chair that was barricading them in from the door, she swung the chair towards him and he released the littlest for a moment to shield his face, but the chair never hit him. She flung it to the floor, sweeping her sister up into her arms and running out of the home.
The horror on the other side was instantly terrifying. It seemed as though there were others in the village that had the same idea as her father. Behind them, the cries of her burning father howled out into the clear night sky. Her youngest sister squirmed from her arms and dropped to her knees in prayer.
"Dear God, please help me!"
The youngest sister stayed down in her prayers. Stacia finally turned to stare up into the eyes of a towering vampire. His hand shot down past her towards her sister, except the sister was no longer there. Her younger sister was cradled in the arms of a divine being. The angel looked at Stacia with a deep sadness before a pair of fangs sank deep into Stacia's neck. She drifted towards unconsciousness before a coppery taste flooded her own mouth. She tried her best to fight it, but the vampire's blood had dripped into her mouth enough to begin the change.
It was at this moment she wished she had remained with her father and met a more proper death.
ShadowsCursed · Wed May 04, 2011 @ 09:11am · 0 Comments |