Post by catellevamp on Jul 4, 2011 3:50:51 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] Catelle Flavia Lefevere |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is Catelle Flavia Lefevere, but you can call me Catelle. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm two thousand four hundred and ten years old , and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a female. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a vampire/, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
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[/size][/right]So what can I say? Well at the contrary of what is expected of a vampire queen, my world does not evolve around clothes, jewelry and other mundane riches of this world. Well I can’t say that I don’t love to spoil myself with expensive jewelry and designer clothes, but my main focus is the wide and very interesting world of politics and you should know that when it comes to politics your ethic should be put to the side, specially if you’re a vampire monarch. Since I’ve addressed my nobility status I should mention that I’m all for the fact that vampires have made their existence known to humans. It was about time the true face of vampires was known to mankind, because let’s all admit it, that was the only way to make Stephenie Meyer shut the fuck up! Who on their right mind would write a tale about a vampire that sparkles? What are we to you humans? Blood thirsty Drag Queens?.history
[/size][/right]For future knowledge you should all know that asking a vampire the story of his or her life is no longer a necessity and if you ask me it’s loosing precious time, time that your humans don’t have. It’s true, I mean Anne Rice did it brilliantly so if you want to know a vampire’s memoir go to the nearest book store and buy the book, or rent the movie with Brad Pitt.Anyway so let’s get this started, because the faster we start this the faster I can go continue doing whatever I was doing before I had the unfortunate idea of being interviewed.
I was born and turned into a vampire in the great Roman empire or whatever was left of it. If you don’t know what Rome is and I don’t mean the television show you should really consider studying a bit of world history I can guarantee you it’s a lot better than the gossip girl novels you been using to delight yourself and give your pathetic life some amusement. *Takes a sip of the red liquid resting inside a crystal glass on a desk next to her chair*
*Clears throat before pulling a piece of paper from her pocket and reading from it*
“No one really knows what their destiny is. We struggle for years to find the tinniest hint of what part we might play in the grand design and when we think we have found it, we die.”
I was once that kind of person. I longed to be destined for something great, of course being born a woman didn’t leave me with much options of greatness. I was born over a millennia ago in the empire you may know as the Roman empire. Fortunately for me I was no special citizen, I was the daughter of slaves. Therefore I could only dream about becoming someone great, my status and gender prevented my dreams from coming true. The best thing that could happen to me was the offer to become a so called ,well, a whore at a bathhouse and that’s what happened. My virginity was gone the day I joined the classy group of women that were in charge of entertaining a bunch of fat men. Oh don’t be fooled by the hot guys they show on Roman themed movies, they weren’t all muscular and blonde.
Now let’s skip the whole mortal life, my life as an immortal is so much more interesting…
It had been a rough week in the remains of the once glorious roman empire. The city was being attacked day and night, barbarians were attempting to invade the city and from the looks of things it wasn’t going to take look for their goal to be reached, and it didn’t. By the end of the week barbarians got inside Rome and started rendering to dust everything that had been built. I was returning from the fields with a basket full of roses which were to be given to Venus as an offering. Yes I was once very religious and took the all powerful deities very seriously even during the times of war. When I got to the back entrance of the temple I was shocked with what I saw, a few priestesses being raped and brutally murdered by the barbarians. They were drinking of their wine and stealing the gold adornments that belonged to Venus. Had they no respect? No honor? Well obviously not, wait until you hear the rest of the story. After I saw the horrible things that were happening inside the temple, I tried to back away slowly so I wouldn’t draw any attention upon myself, but somehow one of those awful smelling men saw me and the ran after me. I ran of course to the only one I thought could help me. The statue of Venus that was on the second floor of the temple, I ran up the stairs gasping for air and with tears rolling down my eyes, I somehow hoped that seeing my despair the goddess would come to my aid. When I reached the statue I kneeled on the cold floor outstretched my arms and begged for help. If you think that the statue came to life and offered me protection you are most definitely wrong, the barbarians caught up with me and laughed hysterically of what they saw ; a girl asking help from a big pile of carved stone… such an easy target. After they caught up to me all ten of them made sure to do …well you know what . After they were all done they decided to start the beating, some heavy wrists those sons of bitches had, and they used their knifes to do a little cutting session on my body. My cries of pain meant nothing to them and when they were bored they decided to humiliate me more my urinating on my open wounds. Disgusting bastards, I wish I was the one to end their lives God knows how much I wanted to be the one to rip their heads and penises off. Anyway before the men left they made sure to leave me close to my “beloved” goddess. They tied me up tight against the cold statue of Venus and left laughing, pleased with what they had done.
I can’t recall how long I was up there with my naked bleeding back against the cold marble statue. The disgusting scent of urine coming from my skin, the pain I felt and the bleeding wounds made me pass out several times before I saw someone, a tall blonde man majestically floating towards me. For a moment I thought he was a cupid sent by the goddess I loved and worshiped so much. The man untied me and looked deeply into my eyes and after that I fell asleep. When I woke up I was in some sort of a cave, I was surrounded by candles, fur and skeletons. At first I was scared but then I saw the man who had rescued me, oh he was so beautiful his body was so sculptural, build and muscular that I just felt like jumping on to him and laying a kiss upon his lips. It was kind of strange that I was so attracted to him when I had been raped a short while before I woke up. The memory of that event made me immediately look for my wounds, I got from under the cloth which covered me and saw that I had somehow healed. My body was just the way it was before, slender and free of any marks. For minutes I stood there examining my body, wondering what had happened. Was I out for so long that my body healed from the horrendous wounds the barbarians left me? It was then that I heard my savior speak for the first time, his voice was just as pleasant as the chiming of bells. He told me that I was now a goddess and that nothing could hurt me and I would never fall into the snares of time. I would be forever young! *a single bloody tear rolls down her left eye*
Now in my early days as an immortal I was a romantic weakling but thanks to the tragedies that happened I became a much stronger woman, iron fist and very keen to world of politics, I was so good at lying and carrying an argument that I was crowned by the “vampire authority” a queen. Oh that’s right I haven’t formally introduced myself. I am Catelle Flavia Lefevere, vampire queen of the state of New York. But please call me Catelle. *Interviewer’s voice: I’m sorry mam but we’re running out of time.* With that the petite and statuesque figure of the vampire queen became but a blur. The sound of a loud scream could be heard. Shortly afterwards the vampire queen returned to her seat, blood plastered upon her lips. “Now where were we?”
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Elijah was right, her body readjusting to life after being shut down for so long was difficult. Aside from the obvious body aches, her head just wasn’t doing a good job processing all the memories. That’s one of the downsides of being born at the dawn of civilization, you end up harvesting a lot of memories. Leonora was slowly starting to put a few of the puzzle pieces together, she was starting to remember running away from Niklaus for years once she found out that he was after all of his siblings. But acclimating to this new reality and this modern time would need assistance and from the looks of it, Elijah was going to be the one to provide it. At the sound of her half-brother’s name, or his latest name anyway, Leonora closed her hands into a fist as her non-beating heart filled itself with anger. “An eternity has flown by me then…if I have missed a great deal of things like you say.” she looked up to Elijah before continuing. “ He could faced me. On a proper fight, I would have walked out victorious, but he played tricks on me, he made me hear things. I assume he had witches do his bidding.” she spoke calmly as Elijah’s finger caressed her pale cheeks. It might have been too early to think of it, but the pounding and the pain were slowly ceasing. She listened quietly, gazing down at the wet rocks bellow them as Elijah spoke about the other originals have been captured by Nicklaus “Mother too? But she never wished to harm him. She always protected him… coward!” she growled as the image of Niklaus came into her mind.
Her mood suddenly changed as a dress was brought to the conversation. Leonora’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Do you promise? Oh I would love some new dresses! Red satin…or black velvet. That would show that harlot Giulia Farnese who has the most beautiful dresses. What of my jewelry? What has happened to it? I do recall having a gorgeous lapis lazuli cameo necklace, but as it turns out I no longer have it around my neck.” her hazel eyes looked up to the overhead surface of the cavern. She practiced once again her enhanced sight as her brother told her where exactly the were. “America? Is it the rumored new world?” she spoke up in amusement. “Where are the pools of gold? What about mountains of precious stones? I see no riches here…Elijah have I been deceived?” and soon her arrogant and sane tone was gone, Leonora’s elegant and composed expression was slowly transfiguring into a lunatic and lost gaze.
“Have our sailors not met a gruesome death at the world’s end? Did they not fall into oblivion once they sailed upon the edge of the seas? Have mermaids not dragged them to the depths of the ocean?” she looked up at her brother with an innocent gaze, as the one of a child inquiring questions from her father. Leonora closed her eyes and her lips curled into a discreet smile once Elijah’s lips met her forehead. Elijah had always been one of the few brothers who would care for her, though Leonora would often enjoy the company of her brothers and sisters, Elijah was always the one who would be more patient with her. Maybe he amused himself listening to her talk about the skies bleeding upon a frozen sea or the stars dancing as a full moon hung upon the midnight sky. Maybe each of the originals were mad in their own way. “Gone for centuries?” she pulled herself away. “But I promised my dear Lucrezia that I would compel lord Giovanni Sforza so he would not touch her! I swore on my honor!” her eyebrows arched upwards and if she were not too lost and confused and were able to cry, she would. “Tell me brother…are originals no longer loyal to their word? Are we no longer bound by our promises?” she inquired before closing her eyes. What Elijah mentioned earlier was indeed true, she needed more blood, her throat was starting to feel dry once again. Rubbing her hand around throat, attempting to ease the inner itching, she spoke. “Fetch me a stable boy brother. I hunger for the blood of young men.” as Leonora’s eyes closed, she nibbled on her bottom lip. [/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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