Post by BlackRose on Oct 1, 2009 14:58:34 GMT -5
total and utter drabble... the plot bunnies bite me and hard.
and i know it needs editing work still XD but i don't a have to as it is a drabble.
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I have no idea where to start but guess I should start all those years ago. No not the day I changed, the day that started all the events that lead to the change…. And all the ill effects one man’s decision had on my life. I do not talk of the vampire who gave me Vampirism the man whom I call my father, and later the man who became my husband.
All tragedy starts somewhere and mine starts here…a day so long ago and I have tried so hard to forget. Only the date escapes me….
I was a relatively happy young woman that much as I remember. I belonged to a family of seven. I was the second daughter out of five boys, and I was the youngest. I was around 19 almost twenty years old when I meet the man of my dreams, honestly it was a happy thing for me as I had just lost my mother 3 months prior. He was a member of the guard he was a simple man and I loved him for it. He had courted me and finally asked my father for permission for my hand in marriage. He gave his permission and this is where it all went to hell in a hand basket.
Some rich man had, his eye on me since I was a little girl and when he found out I was engaged to a common soldier he was livid. He cornered my father and bent his arm into breaking his word of acceptance. I was heart Broken, to this day I remember the man I fell in love with, his name Bjor Jundr. I had already lain with him, though I told no one.
I was instead to be wed to a name named Foir de Burlette, a Breton wealthy man who owned some type of mining business somewhere. I refused at first and I argued with my father vehemently. My eldest brother said not to do anything foolish he was on his way home to figure something out. But he was too late, Foir de Burlette had Bjor killed I lost all will to fight against the marriage then, I was so heartsick. When my brother realized he was too late he stayed to watch over me. His wife and there children came to our home and stayed. My brother and father argued constantly. I barely remember anything until the day I actually sought solace in the Temple. There was a kindly Cleric there, she sat with me a long while and it was along time before I spoke.
Then she finally spoke, “my dear no need to be so sad...” she was holding me at that moment “for the gods have blessed you, you have a child in here.” She said as she gestured to my womb. I cried but this time tears of joy I had something of my love and my true husband, Bjor. Though my happiness was short lived, I was wed the next day.
I still won’t ever understand. While I was young there was a nobleman who fell for my sister who was already married and her husband was off on an outpost and would return in a month. He tried almost everything he could think of to get her to leave her husband for him, he was an honest man captivated by my sister. But in the end she refused him time and time again. He finally gave up especially when my brother-in-law came home and from that day on my father had my mother teach me how to be a proper beautiful lady. I was taught to sow, cook. I wasn’t allowed the things I was previously allowed like playing a music instrument. Nothing I was to be groomed to marry wealthy. So when I was forced to marry Foir de Burlette my father and the rest of my siblings were pleased though my brother and his wife were not.
My wedding night wasn’t pleasant, I will leave it at that. Though when I told my sister-in-law I was pregnant she at first was sad for me, but then ecstatic that the child to be was Bjor’s. She knew what it meant to carry the child of one you loved, and I could fool everyone since the dates would be close… very close.
Unfortunately the months ahead of me were slow and filled with grief. The man who claimed to be my husband was a rotten excuse for a human being. He had many toys to play with some willing and others not willing. I was one of the few unwilling, as I was just a trophy for my prettiness and my ability to work around the house and hold. I grew depressed over the months leading up to the birth of my child. The doctors feared for me for a long time as I did only enough to keep the baby alive but thinking about that child made me incredibly happy and they kept me thinking on that line.
My sister-in-law and brother visited me often, especially when the day came close to give birth…. That day was painful more painful than any physical wound could inflict upon me…. I can not forget it.
I was tired and sweaty from the long delivery, I hurt everywhere it was such a strain on me mentally and physically. The hours of pain I am glad my sister-in-law never left my side. But even she couldn’t have prepared for what happened next. When my baby was born my ‘husband’ came into the room took one look at the fair haired stocky screaming baby and new the truth right away. The babe wasn’t his, it was my original intended. He grabbed the babe form the doctor and my sister.
“You little sleeper!” he screamed at me he would have hit me if it wasn’t for my sister and the Doctor.
“Should have known when you were actually happy to be pregnant that it wasn’t mine!” he turned to leave. “This child is not worth anything as it is not yours to care for and will die!” he said handing the babe to one of his men who left to do his biding. I lost it I starting screaming everything I loved and wanted had been taken from me. I was so distraught with anguish my sister-in-law had to hold me down so the doctor could put some sedative down my throat. I remember my sister-in-law screaming at the man and yelling for her husband while the doctor did his best to soothe me.
When I awoke only the doctor was there I opened my mouth to ask for my child when it all hit me. Any strength I had left me… my sister-in-law had been kicked out of my home as well as my brother. What I didn’t know at the time until many, many hundreds of years later that my brother saved my child… I would never know that until I met his descendent much later.
I got better only at the encouragement of the doctor, and the woman cleric from the church. I began falling into the role may father wanted me to be, for what else was there for me to do. That is when I met him, the other man to change my life a Vampire his name Soryen Magnus another Imperial.
He didn’t seduce me oh no he played me like a master puppeteer played a puppet. He played upon my loss and weakness but he was honest as one day he admitted he felt sorry for me and knew of a way to make things right. He offered me the dark gift, of eternal life. He said there was a catch though I needed to murder my husband and family.
“I do not know where my whole family is…”
“that is fine only your husband and those who forced this situation upon you.” He was speaking of everyone but my eldest brother and sister-in-law. I agreed and the next day my husband was poisoned, I blamed it on his enemies who wanted him dead, no further investigation followed threw. And my father had an accident at the stables, he fell out of his loft and broke his neck. My sister I drowned her pretty face and her husband was ambushed by bandits killed on patrol. The rest slowly died one by one and then I vanished. The whole city I lived in was in uproar thinking it unjust that all but my brother and sister-in-law, were killed for association with my ‘husband’ the evil man that he was, as they never were able to step foot inside the city because of my husbands men.
I will tell you the beginning of my Life of the night soon for know these memories are haunting me and I must rest… maybe I will pick this journal up again and finish my story.
and i know it needs editing work still XD but i don't a have to as it is a drabble.
___________________________________________________
I have no idea where to start but guess I should start all those years ago. No not the day I changed, the day that started all the events that lead to the change…. And all the ill effects one man’s decision had on my life. I do not talk of the vampire who gave me Vampirism the man whom I call my father, and later the man who became my husband.
All tragedy starts somewhere and mine starts here…a day so long ago and I have tried so hard to forget. Only the date escapes me….
I was a relatively happy young woman that much as I remember. I belonged to a family of seven. I was the second daughter out of five boys, and I was the youngest. I was around 19 almost twenty years old when I meet the man of my dreams, honestly it was a happy thing for me as I had just lost my mother 3 months prior. He was a member of the guard he was a simple man and I loved him for it. He had courted me and finally asked my father for permission for my hand in marriage. He gave his permission and this is where it all went to hell in a hand basket.
Some rich man had, his eye on me since I was a little girl and when he found out I was engaged to a common soldier he was livid. He cornered my father and bent his arm into breaking his word of acceptance. I was heart Broken, to this day I remember the man I fell in love with, his name Bjor Jundr. I had already lain with him, though I told no one.
I was instead to be wed to a name named Foir de Burlette, a Breton wealthy man who owned some type of mining business somewhere. I refused at first and I argued with my father vehemently. My eldest brother said not to do anything foolish he was on his way home to figure something out. But he was too late, Foir de Burlette had Bjor killed I lost all will to fight against the marriage then, I was so heartsick. When my brother realized he was too late he stayed to watch over me. His wife and there children came to our home and stayed. My brother and father argued constantly. I barely remember anything until the day I actually sought solace in the Temple. There was a kindly Cleric there, she sat with me a long while and it was along time before I spoke.
Then she finally spoke, “my dear no need to be so sad...” she was holding me at that moment “for the gods have blessed you, you have a child in here.” She said as she gestured to my womb. I cried but this time tears of joy I had something of my love and my true husband, Bjor. Though my happiness was short lived, I was wed the next day.
I still won’t ever understand. While I was young there was a nobleman who fell for my sister who was already married and her husband was off on an outpost and would return in a month. He tried almost everything he could think of to get her to leave her husband for him, he was an honest man captivated by my sister. But in the end she refused him time and time again. He finally gave up especially when my brother-in-law came home and from that day on my father had my mother teach me how to be a proper beautiful lady. I was taught to sow, cook. I wasn’t allowed the things I was previously allowed like playing a music instrument. Nothing I was to be groomed to marry wealthy. So when I was forced to marry Foir de Burlette my father and the rest of my siblings were pleased though my brother and his wife were not.
My wedding night wasn’t pleasant, I will leave it at that. Though when I told my sister-in-law I was pregnant she at first was sad for me, but then ecstatic that the child to be was Bjor’s. She knew what it meant to carry the child of one you loved, and I could fool everyone since the dates would be close… very close.
Unfortunately the months ahead of me were slow and filled with grief. The man who claimed to be my husband was a rotten excuse for a human being. He had many toys to play with some willing and others not willing. I was one of the few unwilling, as I was just a trophy for my prettiness and my ability to work around the house and hold. I grew depressed over the months leading up to the birth of my child. The doctors feared for me for a long time as I did only enough to keep the baby alive but thinking about that child made me incredibly happy and they kept me thinking on that line.
My sister-in-law and brother visited me often, especially when the day came close to give birth…. That day was painful more painful than any physical wound could inflict upon me…. I can not forget it.
I was tired and sweaty from the long delivery, I hurt everywhere it was such a strain on me mentally and physically. The hours of pain I am glad my sister-in-law never left my side. But even she couldn’t have prepared for what happened next. When my baby was born my ‘husband’ came into the room took one look at the fair haired stocky screaming baby and new the truth right away. The babe wasn’t his, it was my original intended. He grabbed the babe form the doctor and my sister.
“You little sleeper!” he screamed at me he would have hit me if it wasn’t for my sister and the Doctor.
“Should have known when you were actually happy to be pregnant that it wasn’t mine!” he turned to leave. “This child is not worth anything as it is not yours to care for and will die!” he said handing the babe to one of his men who left to do his biding. I lost it I starting screaming everything I loved and wanted had been taken from me. I was so distraught with anguish my sister-in-law had to hold me down so the doctor could put some sedative down my throat. I remember my sister-in-law screaming at the man and yelling for her husband while the doctor did his best to soothe me.
When I awoke only the doctor was there I opened my mouth to ask for my child when it all hit me. Any strength I had left me… my sister-in-law had been kicked out of my home as well as my brother. What I didn’t know at the time until many, many hundreds of years later that my brother saved my child… I would never know that until I met his descendent much later.
I got better only at the encouragement of the doctor, and the woman cleric from the church. I began falling into the role may father wanted me to be, for what else was there for me to do. That is when I met him, the other man to change my life a Vampire his name Soryen Magnus another Imperial.
He didn’t seduce me oh no he played me like a master puppeteer played a puppet. He played upon my loss and weakness but he was honest as one day he admitted he felt sorry for me and knew of a way to make things right. He offered me the dark gift, of eternal life. He said there was a catch though I needed to murder my husband and family.
“I do not know where my whole family is…”
“that is fine only your husband and those who forced this situation upon you.” He was speaking of everyone but my eldest brother and sister-in-law. I agreed and the next day my husband was poisoned, I blamed it on his enemies who wanted him dead, no further investigation followed threw. And my father had an accident at the stables, he fell out of his loft and broke his neck. My sister I drowned her pretty face and her husband was ambushed by bandits killed on patrol. The rest slowly died one by one and then I vanished. The whole city I lived in was in uproar thinking it unjust that all but my brother and sister-in-law, were killed for association with my ‘husband’ the evil man that he was, as they never were able to step foot inside the city because of my husbands men.
I will tell you the beginning of my Life of the night soon for know these memories are haunting me and I must rest… maybe I will pick this journal up again and finish my story.
