Kiri Zimuvich
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there was once a girl that lived a rather normal life. as normal as an eighteen year olds could be. growing up during the 1700s was no fun, that was for sure. big poofy dresses that dragged across the floor and corsets that were always much too tight for this not so chesty teen. a mother and a father that was not hers was all she knew. prostitution was the name of her mother’s game, that was of course how she had come along. it was rare during that time, for the typical was a tight knit family all happy and in love with one another. ha, not for Kiri. the name was strange for a reason for she did not have one till she was older. as a young child she was just ‘the girl’ or ‘the child’, never named or cared for. I guess that’s why what happened… happened.
her eighteenth birthday came and past like another walk in the park. actually, that was what it consisted of that evening. however, I’ll begin the tale in the morning, at breakfast time no doubt. Kiri woke up to the smell of pancakes in the air, laden with blueberries fresh from the patch beside the house- her favorite. for once her mother was in a decent mood and her step father sat at the kitchen table with the monthly paper in his hands. the dark parchment was filled with a tight scrawl that had already begun to fade from the sun upon horseback. it took a while to got post then but it didn’t really matter to Kiri… she wasn’t one to receive anything any way. however, on her birthday she did receive something, something she would have never expected. a small box was on the table wrapped in a similar parchment with a strange seal in crimson wax keeping the package closed. glancing from one set of eyes to the next, she stared at the strange article. before her mind could be totally consumed by the parcel, the smell of dying wood smoke met her senses and the pancakes were in fact completed. as her mother swept the breakfast off the wrought iron griddle, Kiri consumed them in silence and making all conversation as brief as possible. she wasn’t sure why, but she felt strangely drawn to the box. at long last the nourishment was ingested and Kiri at last blurted out:
“Who is that package for?”
the answer was as she had hoped, for her. it was rare enough for her to receive mail in general, nonetheless on her birthday. getting monotone happy birthday greetings from her mother and the man she wed, Kiri brought the box with her to the room that had been made hers at 16. it was merely an addition off the living room with a ticking mattress thrown atop the dirt floor, but wood boards were soon to be added for her as they were in a few of the other rooms just recently. lifting up the edge of the hand crocheted rug for her bare feet, she swept away a thin layer of dirt to reveal a small wooden box crafted by a traveling peddler. the money she had received a few years ago provided for such a simple marvel. unwrapping the box gingerly, she managed to keep the seal whole. the box felt considerably heavier now that the paper was removed and why she did not know. letting the small paper wrapped gift fall into her palms, she slowly opened it. heavy gold was felt now, the glimmer catching in the early morning sun from a makeshift window beside her. a shocked gasp escaped her lips as she ran her fingertips over the charm attached at the middle of the gold chain. it was a locket and upon trying to open it, failed. at the attempt to open it, she got suddenly light headed but wasn’t sure as to why. shrugging it off and leaning against the wall for a moment, she unclasped the chain. something was strange about the charm… it was heart shaped but bore an intricate pattern that seemed never ending in an array of knots and twirls. clasping it around her neck and letting the pendant fall between her bosom, the chain felt as if it were no longer existent, as if melting into her skin. gasping once more, she felt for the clasp. it was non-existent. arising and changing out of her nightgown, she laced up the back of her corset with ease with the occasional curse muttered of course and shimmied into her simplest summer dress. gazing around the house, she noticed no one was around. like usual, abandoning her. what else was new? opening the door, she escaped her hell of home life like usual.
tightly fitting shoes clicked along the cobblestone streets, this time not upon horseback. that would be too obvious. her gait was slower of course on foot, but she didn’t care. making her way past the iron gates, she slowly walked through the darker of the trails the park bore. the ones she chose were wooded, densely wooded with the occasional owl hooting overhead due to midday disruption by human kind. gaze was glued to the earth, toes shifting the dirt around with each step she took. as she was engulfed in complete darkness with the dense canopy overhead, she soon saw light once more. curious, Kiri peered upward. she had never been this far into the park and by now she had left the others long behind. it was barely traveled the path she was on, that much she knew. a strange aroma met her nose that she wasn’t quite aware of… that was of course until she peered into the underbrush and saw the faint glimmer of crimson and a pale corpse. shiver ran itself down her spine as her gait increased.
at last she appeared, a dark and developed town surrounded her on all angles. the first thing to attract her was the clanking of pewter to pewter, mugs cheering and the hoorah of drunken folk. smirk lined her thin lips before she made her way in that general direction. peering upward she saw no sign for the tavern but was instantly surrounded by that indescribable scent of blood. as she entered the bar she regretted it in a moment. the lights were dimmed to nearly nothing and the creatures within seemed shroud in their own shadows of darkness although none bore such a thing. sitting at a table alone in the darkest corner, she turned from person to person, gaze lying low and hardly meeting the likes of others. she seemed strangely unwelcomed, strangely… warmer than the others in this obscure place. shrill screams met her ears all of a sudden, not quite sure why but the pendant throbbed around her neck as if throbbing with her steadily increasing heartbeat. corpses began to fall limp and convulse atop the bar’s sloppily laid wood boards. the others were arising, closing nearer to her body mumbling words she did not understand. looking from one to the other whilst not making full eye contact and then down at the pendant around neck. she was about to pull it off, but it would not budge, the clasp was gone and realization hit her. running as fast as she could she returned to the forest where she was once meandering through. as if out of no where one had come closest, his tousled ebony locks all she saw and the shadow of a face. that’s all she remembered before his unforgiving grasp was around her throat. eerie numbing feeling running through her veins as her bodice convulsed before collapsing dead within his arms. her neck was pierced, two fangs condemning her to her fate. kicking her bodice aside into the woods where the other corpse had once been, she was nothing but a dead body now. little did he know she was not dead. not even in the slightest. a new life was beginning to surge within her, the power of immortality. hours passed until midnight struck at the clock tower in the town where she had once lived. stirring painfully, she arose. brushing off the dirt from her body she ran her fingertips across her neck. yes, the wound had healed over instantly but dried blood was at the hem of her dress. she didn’t feel much different, but it hurt her to breathe for the longest time until at last all feeling subsided. blinking off the grogginess that had gotten her, piercing vision could be found through out the night hours. hunger lurched within her stomach but for something she was not used to… something she never thought she’d want. yes, the vital liquid to her was now vital for a different purpose- life in a different way. no longer was Kiri the unnamed girl that had finally received something for once, finally had a purpose, but was now a Vampiress with immortality running through her veins.
the man that condemned her to her fate was still unknown even as she settled within the eastern town and alleyways that she had once feared most. now, her address was different and her soul was no longer existent. she is now cold, heartless and alone living within the shadows like she had once feared. each day as she enters and passes the center of town and the bar that is now named after the infamous incident she remembers. it feels like a salted wound as a matter of fact, painful… but luring all the same.
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the story: sultry vampress. bitten at 18. 212 years violated. none cursed. no lair. bi.
the markings: ebony tresses. sapphire highlights. onyx pools. 68". 125 lbs. |
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