Dark Immortal
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
893
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dark Immortal
Prelude to the Dark Immortal
My name is Gwenever Evalyn Salvator. I was born in the summer of 1545, to a family of royal descent. I was a wild one that didn\'t like to do what was expected of me. Even though I thought it strange that we should behave normally when we weren\'t normal. It was about 2:30 in the morning when I decided to go out and look for some food. It had become hard to find food the last couple of months since people had become aware of the threat they believed us to be. I thought I had found a quick meal but at the last moment I couldn\'t do it, I looked into the eyes of my victim and just couldn\'t do it. His eyes a bright aqua color and his hair the color of one of my grizzly friends. I had him cornered at the pyramids at Gaza, and had followed him for most of the early morning, but when I looked into his eyes I just couldn\'t harm him. There was something about him that stopped her. She hadn\'t ever had this problem before. She had always been like this, kind of cold and hard-hearted. Trying to keep out the pain and emotion away to keep safe. I had decided that I would find him again one night, but tonight was a night to feast. For it was my last night in Egypt. I was going to enjoy it for what it was, a night without having to fear.
The name given to me at birth is Donagal Drake McKellen. I was born in Ireland to a highland laird in 1857. During the winter of 1882 I was studying in Cairo at one of the schools and had decided that I would try and visit one of my friends, who was visiting his family a tribe of desert nomads. I was half way there when I got the notion that I was being followed, but every time I turned around all I found was a small black raven. As I looked around i saw the pyramids and sent out a probing look with my senses. Though most thought them to be non-exsistant or extinct, I am a lower level druid. The unfocused vibe that was sent back showed that I wasn\'t alone. Nothing had prepared me for who I was going to meet next. She wasn\'t exactly tall but wasn\'t really short either. She was about 5 feet maybe a little more. She had long black hair that went lower than her back, and bright golden eyes. She didn\'t even pass my ribs yet there was something about her that kept me cautious. As I kept backing closer to the pyramids, she kept advancing closer to me, until she had me all the way to the base of it. I looked her in the eye and stared for what seemed to be an eternity ot me. Something in me just growled mine and rebeled as I watched her turn and run in the opposite direction. I knew only one thing. I would find her again.
My name is Gwenever Evalyn Salvator. I was born in the summer of 1545, to a family of royal descent. I was a wild one that didn\'t like to do what was expected of me. Even though I thought it strange that we should behave normally when we weren\'t normal. It was about 2:30 in the morning when I decided to go out and look for some food. It had become hard to find food the last couple of months since people had become aware of the threat they believed us to be. I thought I had found a quick meal but at the last moment I couldn\'t do it, I looked into the eyes of my victim and just couldn\'t do it. His eyes a bright aqua color and his hair the color of one of my grizzly friends. I had him cornered at the pyramids at Gaza, and had followed him for most of the early morning, but when I looked into his eyes I just couldn\'t harm him. There was something about him that stopped her. She hadn\'t ever had this problem before. She had always been like this, kind of cold and hard-hearted. Trying to keep out the pain and emotion away to keep safe. I had decided that I would find him again one night, but tonight was a night to feast. For it was my last night in Egypt. I was going to enjoy it for what it was, a night without having to fear.
The name given to me at birth is Donagal Drake McKellen. I was born in Ireland to a highland laird in 1857. During the winter of 1882 I was studying in Cairo at one of the schools and had decided that I would try and visit one of my friends, who was visiting his family a tribe of desert nomads. I was half way there when I got the notion that I was being followed, but every time I turned around all I found was a small black raven. As I looked around i saw the pyramids and sent out a probing look with my senses. Though most thought them to be non-exsistant or extinct, I am a lower level druid. The unfocused vibe that was sent back showed that I wasn\'t alone. Nothing had prepared me for who I was going to meet next. She wasn\'t exactly tall but wasn\'t really short either. She was about 5 feet maybe a little more. She had long black hair that went lower than her back, and bright golden eyes. She didn\'t even pass my ribs yet there was something about her that kept me cautious. As I kept backing closer to the pyramids, she kept advancing closer to me, until she had me all the way to the base of it. I looked her in the eye and stared for what seemed to be an eternity ot me. Something in me just growled mine and rebeled as I watched her turn and run in the opposite direction. I knew only one thing. I would find her again.