*you find yourself wandering into a tall archway of the underground
sewer system.. no recollection of how you got there.. or why your
there.. but curiosity presses you on... and the fear of turning back
.. for you do not know what is behind nor before you.. you pass
through the stoned arch way to a clearing.. all is black, and the
only sounds that is heard is from that of a leaky pipe and the vermin
that scamper around underfoot. The glint of a lighter catches your
eye.. you squint to see what you never would have wanted to ever see
before.. for there sits in the darkness a horrid twisted what seems
to be female figure... she sits, smoking..you want to run, for her
image burns within your mind...one you had nightmares about as a
child.. but you cant.. her hand raises as she motions for you to sit*
Dear mortal.. *her voice is hollow yet sweet.. a lot more pleasant
to
hear then be faced with having to look at her* I know not how you got
here or who you are.. but be it known you shall never find this
place again. Well seeing that you are here.. and *smirks*
that I
have already fed.. too bad.. I like when I dont need to hunt.. we
need to decide what is to be done... I suppose a story may do.. yes..
my story. and perhaps one day this will be the start of yours *fanged
grin* I wasnt always like this.. then again no one really is.. I was
quite beautiful in my time.. but then again what is beauty? but
another waste of something to take care of.. you seem to savour what
you have.. but it is something that can be ripped away.. as it was
with me nearly 200 years ago. I remember it all too well .. It is
something I cannot forget.
Like in these times, my family was having many troubles, but divorce
was unheard of.. so it was fights all nights for a very long time..
after putting up with nearly 3 years of constant arguments I decided
to move and continue studying for my doctorate.. in those times women
were not allowed to study it was also the times of the witches .. as
your all familiar with Salem.. which does play its part in this
story.. I dressed as a man to further myself.. I loved learning ..
i
basked in striving for more.. like most others I had a rival.. one
that hated me enough to bring on this curse.. he studied with the
witches out side of his schooling.. maybe he never realized how
powerful of allies he had.. and one day.. after classes I was met
with one of these allies.. he pulled me into a dank alley and stole
all that I held dear to me, even my beauty.. that night when he fed..
he took my life and more.. immediately, scared and confused i took
to
the sewers.. I dont know why.. perhaps it was the only thing I could
think of .. perhaps I heard someone calling to me.. I still search
for that answer.. the next 30 years I "lived" in pain.. for every day
I would change.. my skin would dry and crack.. or boil .. my hair
fell out and skin fell from my face. In that time I met another like
me.. She taught me all she knew.. took me under her wing she was my
sire, for the other that took me originally abandoned me.. later i
took him, and his vitae. As for the one that sent me my new life
he
was burnt at the stake.. as one of the few males burnt at Salem.. I
lurked in the shadows and watched. I felt some revenge... but
not
all... For now I walk the earth in the shadows at night..I hide and
watch.. getting more stronger as the time goes by...but these times
bore me .. theyre not like the old days.. perhaps I need some young
mortal to take under my wing.. to sire.. to feel my curse.. the curse
of the Nosferatu *with that she obfuscates and is gone.. you are left
sitting in an empty room with the sound of the rodents and a single
leaky pipe to keep you company*
Written by Victoria Webb