──── 𓆩^._.^𓆪 ◟ the vampire diaries .
( inspirations taken from various vampire folklore —- carefully crafted with numerous research & media an echoing tale of blood lust & perseverance )
▸ birthplace : japan
▸ height : 167cm
▸ age : one hundred & twenty , verse dependent
▸ eternal age : twenty
▸ status : deceased
▸ cause of death : bitten by vampire , turned
▸ sire bond : cloud strife
▸ species : vampire
↳ originally : human
▸ significant kills : one , reluctantly
▸ humanity : switched on
pls note before reading ! there are various aspects of her lore that aren't canon to the show . while located in the vampire diaries universe , i can separate to a standard vampire verse on request . depictions of blood & gore will occur . also , quick notice ! cloud made the only sensible route to be her sire in my head when writing this , this does not reflect his character in any aspect .
the early 1900’s , a young lady had just turned the tender age of twenty . womanhood . happy in her small village on the outskirts of tokyo , she lived a simplistic life alongside her family —- secluded from the rapidly changing global power and westernisation within the capital .
one day , she met a military man seeking refuge —- had stumbled outside the barracks and had lost his trail back . a tale believed . broken english and japanese along with hand signals were their only form of trusted communication , but they made it work . blonde , broad and the bluest of eyes she’d gotten lost in —- a forbidden affair blossoming .
a week was all it took . unspoken desires a flurry of passion , two lovers in the midst of lunars judgement .. cloud strife . splintering at the seams as he unravelled her , echoes of her climax , the art of seduction . a master in his own right . so wholly smitten , knew their love story couldn’t continue into a sequel —- his possession coinciding with her own . and as he bit down hard on her unexpecting come down , fangs sinking deep into tender flesh of her neck , straight for the jugular —- his deceit and trickery ran true . his angelic features , oddly apologetic , the last vision she consumed before he broke her neck .
remembered , albeit hazily , the awakening —- the violence that consumed her very being , the aching appetite for blood despite such repulsion from her own morals .. and the damning reflection of her crimson gaze staring back at her within the stream . she fled her village after accidentally killing one of her people while succumbing to her starvation and found herself unable to look them in the eyes . searched for the man responsible , but to no avail , she set up a quiet little life central tokyo , hidden in plain sight .
it took years to control her urges ; fed little and often on blood she’d get from hospitals . never touched another human again . but as the years passed , she longed for a fresh start —- questions arising of her never aging appearance . oh , how’d she make up foolish excuses , each a little more further afield than the next . her sire kept a close eye on her ; an intrusion she’d yearned to shed . to break free from his chains and embark on her own freedom .
frustrated her to no end that she could never seek him out .
had been calculated in her desires , a plan set in stone that she’d flee the country . had learnt english , an easy feat with modern day technology . left a paper trail of fraudulent clues of her whereabouts for ( him ) to stumble upon with pure intentions of leading him to the opposite ends of the earth . throw the scent off while she made a new life for herself elsewhere . and never forgive his deception , his intrusion on her life & how he took everything from her .
and now , as she stepped into the town of mystic falls , the question ‘pon everybody’s lips lingering .. ? who was she ? a mysterious woman steps upon foreign soil , one hundred years to the day since her damnation . a reality she’d slowly succumbed to despite outliving her loved ones . a furthering façade of a woman scorned , but desperate to lead a normal life !
