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[NightShade]

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She was married, her husband, a man of great wealth was loving and kind but often away and busy with important affairs. She spent most of her time wandering the garden mazes and keeping herself company. She often came to rest beneath a large oak tree at the end of the maze, which bordered the neighboring woods.

He watched in silence there. Every day she came her eyes looking lost and alone soft sighs escaping her as she sat ritually beneath the tree. Her garnet red hair a crown upon her head, her amethysts eyes looking lonely and tinged with sadness. Often times she would fall asleep there reclining gently against the large willow tree. He would sit for hours not moving a muscle watching her as dusk deepened, admiring her sad beauty longing to touch her pale cheek.

He was from a dark family secretive and not well liked. They were known for the death and decay, which seemed to magically follow in their wake. He shook his head to clear the dark thoughts that crept unbidden into his mind. A fog swirled about him and he looked to the sky. It had grown late once more, the moon shown full and bright above him. With a start he realized she lay still beneath the tree, and he felt a rush of excitement course through him.

He breathed in deeply his acute senses picking up her warm scent. For months now he had only intended to watch her, he told himself he sought her out only to admire her beauty. It was surely not in his nature to attack innocents. There was plenty of filth in the streets to dispose of, why bring harm to innocent others.

He fought against the dark impulses that rose up within him yet he found himself moving quietly thru the night towards her. He grew still standing above her his dark cape swirling about him his cane perched ever so respectfully in his gloved hand. He admired her restful repose, as the roots of the large willow tree seemed to cradle her protectively amongst them. He stared at her closed eyes with heavy-lidded lashes and they called to him with some strange power.

Crisp leaves littering the ground began to crunch softly beneath his knees as he bent down over her. The slight noise roused her and two bright violet eyes shot open staring with shock up into his pale face. Before she could scream he placed a gloved hand over her mouth and placed his other arm around her back dragging her up against him. She struggled against him, but only for a moment, as his eyes glimmered in the darkness. Terror claimed her like a deer caught in a trap and she became frozen in agony muffled cries erupting from her. You should never be out alone at night.

Her eyes filled with agony she watched almost detached from herself as his mouth opened above her two large fangs gleaming in the moonlight. Her body winced involuntarily at the pain and his brow furrowed with concern but he continued to dig his fangs deeper into her neck. She fainted from the pain falling limp against him, and he held her with great care, lowering her darkly to the ground like a precious gift. Disgusted with himself he tore away from her neck staring down at the blood still trickling from the open wound. He felt long sleeping urges rise within him he held back a sob of pain as he tore thru her clothing, loathing the mindless needs that repulsed him yet still controlled him. Her white flesh exposed to him at last he ran his hand over its softness…..his eyes gleaming softly.

She awoke with a scream, and a servant rushed thru the door with a look of confused apprehension on her face. Violet looked about with relief as she felt the soft linen nightgown covering her and the warmth of the sun’s first rays streaming thru her window. Every night the nightmare came, and though the servants reassured her that she never left her chamber nor did anyone enter, she begged them to bar her windows. They shook their heads at what seemed a growing unstableness in her she had grown pale and sickly with each passing month.

Her husband away for many months, came home to find his wife’s’ condition frail and her stomach heavily laden with their second child. The pregnancy seemingly was sapping all of her energy and she woke rarely. He began to sleep in a separate chamber out of care for her delicate condition. Strange hallucinations were constantly filling her mind and she woke often in terror. He asked the doctor in growing panic to visit every day. Yet the doctor could only assure the worried man and his staff that the babe was strong and well within her. He held himself silent and vague when questioned on the mothers’ condition. All hoped that with the end of the pregnancy their mistress would return to her former self though many felt a strange gloom creeping thru the house as each day passed bringing them closer to the babes impending arrival.

On the eighth morning in January the stillness was broken by a piercing scream ringing out thru the house. The winds picked up with hellish fury and a storm fast approached as a long labor began its deadly draining on the mistress of the house. Many wary hours later as panic grew amongst the father and the doctor a last scream of agony finally birthed a strange green haired child leaving the mother struggling to speak her last words her breath raspy and slow. With a last rush of air the name Willow escaped as her final gift to the tiny green haired infant. The infants’ shrill cry rang thru her father’s ears as he grasped her tightly in his arms. His oldest daughter stood quietly her eyes silent with pain clasping her mothers limp hand. She stared entranced at the red blood that soaked the white sheets as it spreading ominously up her mothers soft gown. Darkness had indeed descended.







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[NightShade]

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It had been a long time since he had practiced medicine for the mainstream public. Whispers of his terrible experiments caused him to go into hiding for a while. For years he had worked with his own vampire blood, cutting and dissecting, slowly working towards his ultimate goal.

His son he had turned himself, he needed the test subject and the blood, and he worked tirelessly telling himself that it would all be worth it. Often times he kept his son sedated, barely alive, a step from torpor.

Progress requires sacrifice, and he had no problem sacrificing others, even his own son. At last it appeared he had accomplished his goal, and he was happy to release his son upon the world to see what he would bring.

It was no surprise when he found that he had chosen a female and she was with child. A breeding vampire was only half his work. The child was of utmost importance, and upon his first visit to the De’Chambray household, his inspection of the woman proved his concern. The babe was not doing well within her. So at the cost of the mother, and unbeknownst to all involved, he injected a special serum into her upon each visit, strengthening the babe, who in turned weakened its host.

Did he care that Violet would surely die? Not atall, and all accepted him as a well-known doctor of medicine, the kindly old man with bright white hair. His disguise was almost perfect except for one small hitch.

Wisteria watched him with distrustful eyes; the ten-year-old girl was extremely suspicious she often begged her father to let her go in with the doctor upon his visits. Luckily it fell on deaf ears, it wasn’t proper in the least for a ten year old to be inside the room.

The girl had a keen sense and he knew she saw thru him, but at the fragile age of ten, there was little she could do. So Doctor Strathmore proceeded, and continued injecting Violet with his vitamin supplements.

The child was born, and strangely he found that Violet may well survive the birth, yet he could not have her about, so after the babe was pulled shrieking from its mothers womb, the doctor made sure that she slowly bled to death, unbeknownst to her husband who merely thought she had died from the strenuous childbirth. Handing his granddaughter to the mourning father he smiled secretly and began packing his tools, his work done till she was older, and then he would return for her.

Upon returning home he drew up the contract for her betrothal, and with the help of a large sum of gold, it was signed by the parents of her future husband. The second half of his experiment, at last was well on its way to completion.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...