Morgana
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Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,461
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Xerxes
AN: another short chapter from me, reiki. hope you like the beginning. oh i am still working on \"Hotaru and the Demon\" but i had to get this started. totally origianal characters.
XERXES
How does one know if they are evil? Is it something inside them, growing, ready to explode when it gets the chance? Is the thought of doing something to someone and getting pleasure from the experience? Or is the thought itself alone not evil, but only if the person acts upon it? How does one know what true evil is. The Bible and other holy books state that evil is the devil and Christianity also says it is The Seven Deadly Sins. Is evil that God has turned His eyes and heart from you, leaving your soul in complete and total darkness? Is it living off of others, drinking their blood, eating their soul? I guess people say vampires are evil, but have you ever met any? Sure there are people who claim to be the undead, vampires, but they pretend to be one. Just a game. But a game that will lead them to their infinite death. Their soul will be damned forever in the blackness. Just like mine. I will enjoy seeing them in Hell and showing them just what a true vampire is.
My name is Morgana. I was born in the 1800’s in Ireland. Just a small village west of Dublin. My mother was a prostitute that died shortly after my birth and my father was a wealthy merchant who was married and respected. I was thrown into an orphanage. My father wanted nothing to do with me, he had a reputation to maintain. He couldn’t be seen having a little babe around and his wife could bear no more children after the last of my half-brothers was born.
I lived there at the orphanage till I was eighteen years of age. Mistress O’Neal, with promises of a job when I returned from Dublin, gave me leave to go there. I never went back to that God forsaken place as long as I lived. So, I spent about three years in Dublin being a prostitute, like my mother before me. One fateful day at my brothel, I encountered a man. He was tall, with shoulder length white hair. I was not sure whether it was a wig or not, but it is insignificant now. He was also well dressed and very rich. I was lounging after my bath when Maeve came in my room with him. I looked up and saw him, and I recognized something about him, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. So, he comes over and softly caresses my face with the back of his hand, and suddenly he slaps my left check as hard as he can. It whips my head back and I lay there stunned for a moment. The man then raps his old hand around my slender neck and begins to choke me.
I lost consciousness soon after, but when I awoke, my friend Lydia was next to me. “What happened?” I asked her, and when she didn’t answer right away, I became more worried than I was. What she said next will stay with me for as long as I remain in this retched existence.
“Twas your father that came and strangled and raped you. Maeve believes that you are with child.” Lydia replied back to me. I was shocked. My father! The old man who raped and strangled me was my father!! How could he do this? And now Maeve believes that I am pregnant with his monster child. I lay there stunned into a stupor and naked with blood on and around me. I will forever remember the smell of blood.
Two years later I am living with my son from my father and some other women in a small house on the edge of town. When I tried to go to my father and the town officials to explain what had happened years before, they did not believe me. They knew I was a prostitute, because many I had slept with, but they ignored my pleas for help. As I left, I vowed that they would regret not believeing me. A few nights later my son and I were out walking back from the lake with some of the fish we caught. He was laughing and jumping, not being able to wait untill the fish was in his belly.
\"Mama, who is that man at our porch?\" He asked me as he stopped jumping and hid behind my skirts pointing to a tall, well-dresses man. Unknown to me at the time, the man\'s was Xerxes. He was magnificent in his expensive silks and cashmere. His eyes were shadowed by the large hat he was wearing, but they were a most seductive pitch black color.
“May we help you?” I asked him. He glanced down at my son and hissed a word from a strange language. My son looked quickly at me then to the man and started to scream while clasping his small hands over his ears.
“What have you done to him!” I screamed. As I saw blood seep out between his fingers.
“I have stopped him from hearing what I have to say to you, Mistress Morgana. If I choose to at the end of this conversation, I will return him to normal. What you are about to hear, you may not believe, but you will soon enough. I am an immortal.\" He said with a swirl of his cape. \"Do you know what that is, my pet?” he asked me his voice dak and silky.
“Yes. It is a creature that will not ever reach the Lord’s House in Heaven.” I replied calmly in spite of the situatiion.
Sneering, he replied back “Neither will prostitutes my dear. They will be in hell with me and I am going to torture them till they scream in pleasure, and pain.” Startled by this outburst, I backed away and nearly bumped into my son, Ayden. I looked over my shoulder to see if he was still bleeding, but he was on the dirt just lying there, no more screaming.
Quickly I tried to bend down to touch him, but Xerxes caught me and pulled me close to him. “I can make you immortal, my pet. Just say the word and you will be mine forever.” He whispered. I was in turmoil. I didn’t know what I could do. If I screamed for help, the ladies would wake up and come and and he would have to freeze them or even kill them. I didn’t answer him, so he must have thought I was thinking about going to Heaven when I died, so he said to me again, “Do not worry your pretty red head over this my dear. I told you before. You can become immortal and live with me forever, or you can go straight to hell. Either way, you will go there eventually. You are a prostitute, a slut for wealthy men. Now I am a wealthy man. And you will be mine, one way or another.”
an: i re-edited the mistakes and wrote some more. as of now i will try to write this story.
XERXES
How does one know if they are evil? Is it something inside them, growing, ready to explode when it gets the chance? Is the thought of doing something to someone and getting pleasure from the experience? Or is the thought itself alone not evil, but only if the person acts upon it? How does one know what true evil is. The Bible and other holy books state that evil is the devil and Christianity also says it is The Seven Deadly Sins. Is evil that God has turned His eyes and heart from you, leaving your soul in complete and total darkness? Is it living off of others, drinking their blood, eating their soul? I guess people say vampires are evil, but have you ever met any? Sure there are people who claim to be the undead, vampires, but they pretend to be one. Just a game. But a game that will lead them to their infinite death. Their soul will be damned forever in the blackness. Just like mine. I will enjoy seeing them in Hell and showing them just what a true vampire is.
My name is Morgana. I was born in the 1800’s in Ireland. Just a small village west of Dublin. My mother was a prostitute that died shortly after my birth and my father was a wealthy merchant who was married and respected. I was thrown into an orphanage. My father wanted nothing to do with me, he had a reputation to maintain. He couldn’t be seen having a little babe around and his wife could bear no more children after the last of my half-brothers was born.
I lived there at the orphanage till I was eighteen years of age. Mistress O’Neal, with promises of a job when I returned from Dublin, gave me leave to go there. I never went back to that God forsaken place as long as I lived. So, I spent about three years in Dublin being a prostitute, like my mother before me. One fateful day at my brothel, I encountered a man. He was tall, with shoulder length white hair. I was not sure whether it was a wig or not, but it is insignificant now. He was also well dressed and very rich. I was lounging after my bath when Maeve came in my room with him. I looked up and saw him, and I recognized something about him, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. So, he comes over and softly caresses my face with the back of his hand, and suddenly he slaps my left check as hard as he can. It whips my head back and I lay there stunned for a moment. The man then raps his old hand around my slender neck and begins to choke me.
I lost consciousness soon after, but when I awoke, my friend Lydia was next to me. “What happened?” I asked her, and when she didn’t answer right away, I became more worried than I was. What she said next will stay with me for as long as I remain in this retched existence.
“Twas your father that came and strangled and raped you. Maeve believes that you are with child.” Lydia replied back to me. I was shocked. My father! The old man who raped and strangled me was my father!! How could he do this? And now Maeve believes that I am pregnant with his monster child. I lay there stunned into a stupor and naked with blood on and around me. I will forever remember the smell of blood.
Two years later I am living with my son from my father and some other women in a small house on the edge of town. When I tried to go to my father and the town officials to explain what had happened years before, they did not believe me. They knew I was a prostitute, because many I had slept with, but they ignored my pleas for help. As I left, I vowed that they would regret not believeing me. A few nights later my son and I were out walking back from the lake with some of the fish we caught. He was laughing and jumping, not being able to wait untill the fish was in his belly.
\"Mama, who is that man at our porch?\" He asked me as he stopped jumping and hid behind my skirts pointing to a tall, well-dresses man. Unknown to me at the time, the man\'s was Xerxes. He was magnificent in his expensive silks and cashmere. His eyes were shadowed by the large hat he was wearing, but they were a most seductive pitch black color.
“May we help you?” I asked him. He glanced down at my son and hissed a word from a strange language. My son looked quickly at me then to the man and started to scream while clasping his small hands over his ears.
“What have you done to him!” I screamed. As I saw blood seep out between his fingers.
“I have stopped him from hearing what I have to say to you, Mistress Morgana. If I choose to at the end of this conversation, I will return him to normal. What you are about to hear, you may not believe, but you will soon enough. I am an immortal.\" He said with a swirl of his cape. \"Do you know what that is, my pet?” he asked me his voice dak and silky.
“Yes. It is a creature that will not ever reach the Lord’s House in Heaven.” I replied calmly in spite of the situatiion.
Sneering, he replied back “Neither will prostitutes my dear. They will be in hell with me and I am going to torture them till they scream in pleasure, and pain.” Startled by this outburst, I backed away and nearly bumped into my son, Ayden. I looked over my shoulder to see if he was still bleeding, but he was on the dirt just lying there, no more screaming.
Quickly I tried to bend down to touch him, but Xerxes caught me and pulled me close to him. “I can make you immortal, my pet. Just say the word and you will be mine forever.” He whispered. I was in turmoil. I didn’t know what I could do. If I screamed for help, the ladies would wake up and come and and he would have to freeze them or even kill them. I didn’t answer him, so he must have thought I was thinking about going to Heaven when I died, so he said to me again, “Do not worry your pretty red head over this my dear. I told you before. You can become immortal and live with me forever, or you can go straight to hell. Either way, you will go there eventually. You are a prostitute, a slut for wealthy men. Now I am a wealthy man. And you will be mine, one way or another.”
an: i re-edited the mistakes and wrote some more. as of now i will try to write this story.