#rosettasbeginning

[grxmxtta]

Family

Time passed on, and the fiery little vampyre grew. She developed quickly, as their species naturally does-- well, from their point of view, at least. From the human point of view, vampyres seem ageless; one year to a vampyre is an entire lifetime to a human. But, their minds develop quickly, as well. The intelligence of a vampyre toddle is already equivalent to that of a late teenage human or a human in their early twenties. That said, by the age of five, Rosetta had already obtained incredible intellect, and had established a deep, emotional bond with her loving parents. She was spoiled by the King and Queen, but she herself was never rotten from the special treatment, being mature enough to simple appreciate it and return all the love she'd receive. Unfortunately, by age ten, Theebus reared his ugly mug back into the picture, this time far more confident than before that he could defeat Vladimir and steal the thrown, and once again the King was forced to leave for war. But he never returned. Years later, the queen was informed that her husband was slaughtered in battle, and Theebus had assumed power over the land. She and her daughter fled. Who knows how long they ran. How far they traveled. How much time had passed. How long they hid from the world. Fortunately enough for the two, the queen stumbled across a raggedy old, sickly village in desperate need of help. Esther was more that proficient in the art of herbal and natural healing, and was soon welcomed graciously by the needy villagers. By this time, Rosetta was almost 18, and worked alongside her mother in harmony. Soon, however, feeding for the vampryes became quite complicated, and several villagers were becoming suspicious. It wasn't long before the two were trialed for being "witches" (being that they didn't understand what vampyres were so long ago), and poor, sweet, innocent Esther was tied to a splintery wood pole and burned alive right in front of young Rosetta. She screamed, a blood-curdling sound that was very unfamiliar to the daughter's sharp, sensitive hearing. And all the poor vampling could do was stare in horror and scream back, tears striking porcelain skin. She begged for death from the villagers; to join her mother in the afterlife so that she wouldn't be separated from the last of her family. The last piece of her once beautiful life. But the refused her. Simply beat her til she couldn't move, then literally kicked her battered frame out of the village. All the gentle folks who once adored her and her mother now viciously beating her, burning Esther, and yelling at her to leave, Demanding she never return. So she did. With little strength she had left, the young vampryss scrambled to her feet and ran. And ran. And ran, and ran, and ran.

[grxmxtta]

Wandering

How long has it been..? Months? Years? Decades?

Even centuries.

Yes. It had been many centuries. A couple hundred centuries. Yet, each passing orbit of the Earth about the Sun, only felt like seconds. Death had surrounded life long ago and took hold of everything that was wonderfully pleasant; snatched away family, tortured loved ones, ended the innocent, right before young, barely lived eyes. Before a hardly experienced soul could relish in the pleasures of life, love, nature, laughter, and warmth; before new birth could even begin to grow and learn, death, disease, and detestation was thrown into the picture. And soon, that was all the poor thing would ever know.

This is her story.

Rosetta Fuentes. Daughter of Vladimir Fuentes, King of Spanish Vampyres, and her muther, Esther Fuentes, the king’s loyal wife and queen. A happy family.

The King, Vladimir, was of course the greatest fighter in all of Spain. How else would a Vampyres assume the thrown of every bloodlustful creature in the land? His wife, Esther, she was quite the beauty, and was by Vladimir’s side long before he gained his new title as King. She only naturally assumed the Queen’s thrown beside him.

For thousands of years, they lived in peace; until his best friend and loyal partner, Theebus, became jealous of his brother’s newfound power. He torn the clan apart, separating the Vampyres right down the middle into two different districts; district alpha and district omega.

War broke loose; and Vladimir was forced to leave his pregnant wife in order to join his fellow warriors in battle. Theebus mercilessly attacked his ex comrades, and Vladimir gave it all his might.

At home in the castle, poor Esther was all alone; she had graciously sent all her servants home to be with their families, so she wandered the castle corridors day in and day out, awaiting her beloved’s return.

But he never came home.

Eventually, Esther went into labor. Alone in the dark castle with no help or medicine, she lie there in her large empty bed in agony for hours. Drenched in sweat, covered in her own blood, screaming hopelessly, it seemed endless. But finally, after hours and hours of horror, her beautiful princess, Rosetta, was born.

Almost as if Fate was in their hands,Theebus backed off for a moment, and Vladimir was able to return home the the most glorious surprise in all of his existence….his daughter.