~Chapter One~


In June of 1993, Brian and Gwyneth returned from Los Angeles. That's when the courtship of our coven really began. They had spent enough time away to be culturally refined in the west coast manner. I envied them at first. They had such wonderful stories to tell & I felt trapped in my hell, with no stories to share. I longed to be like them. I wanted out of there, truthfully. It would have done a lot of good for me to leave. But I wasn't ready to venture on, I stayed and became the matriarch to a wonderful coven. What began as some of the funnest times in my life, gave way to lies, misfortune and betrayal at ever turn. I documented this in my journals, the tortured drama. It would prove we could not live in that close of an enviroment and still remain close. Too many years together, brought distrust, paranoia, and betrayal. We began turning on one another. This is the classic tale of a vampire, and the tale of ten friends as well.

During that year, Richard brought up the idea of writing our lives as a book. We thought it was a fabulous idea! Only Richard's book was the first and told soley from his point of view. So, I adopted a pen name and began my journals to document my morbid, yet rather exciting life.
Remembering my vampire youth, I reflected on the once unusual lust for life we all used to have. We had the vigor of little children. There was a comfort in our numbers. Our kind had to stick together, we thought. We thought the world was against us. And it was to a degree, we had a company rises in Europe that would induct young vampires into a secret branch of the government, & used for defense in certain circumstances. We avoided this, because they basically owned your ass, we heard.

But in order to maintain a part of you who are, you have to branch out in new directions. Grow from these experiences, good or bad, knowing who we truly are in the end.
Little things got in the way and broke apart the circle. We all got stuck in a little town that kept us from growing, gaining new experiences, and lacked very much in culture. We all became negative, bored, and gave in to the bad habits of the locals. Drinking, and over-indulgence of all things. I thought we were above all that, at least that was the impression given to me for many years of knowing them. Being stuck in this town caused us all to regress...and it became the downfall of a coven.

We began surfacing in dark underground clubs. Haunting them, so to speak. We quickly rose in popularity, causing the bar-owners to enjoy our presence. We drew even more mortals to their clubs. We were treated like royalty. It became so outrageous at times, we often forgot who were really were. Gwyneth & Brian sometimes left Davidson out. But I was always there to make sure he felt included. I think that a tad bit ungrateful at times. But who was I to judge at that point?

Characters

Davidson Greggory-The maker
Stefan Von Vaharson-Davidson Greggory's confidant.
Brian De Copplè--Blood twin to Richard
Richard De La Costa-Blood twin to Brian.
Jessica Batresè-Main female vampire character
Caterina
Tifani & Lil Tabbs
Gwyneth Bourgue
Raine Greggory Jessica's mortal child

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After years of boring myself with the usual feedings, I began to search out specific ones. Those which held things, information, or whatever fancied me, that could be useful to me. I often sought out men who were experimenting or researching things I loved. I educated myself with all their findings, or private journals. I slowly over time gathered artifacts or antiques, or collections of rare things. I enjoyed this tremendously. And it soon grew into a fetish. My townhouse was overrun with things. I had to buy another place just to store what I began to acquire. I had heard of an auction in the Paris underground that only an elite group were chosen to attend. It rumored to have such unusual things, perhaps stolen or missing things. I heard a rumor that someone had saw the Hand of Cain there once...and the prices went into unimaginable reaches. I heard once, there were gargoyle ashes somewhere out there. And someone had notes from a forgotten scientist who possibly held the answer to creating such a loyal pet. I wanted to find out if such was true. So I needed to get on that elite list in Paris.

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