"i forgive it all as it comes back to me"
At just the age of sixteen, Clara had already had her life planned out for her. Marry, kids, die. Her father's plans, not hers. If it were her choice, she would have moved some place else—start writing music. Such a precarious girl she was. Losing her mother too young, and left with a tyrannical priest as a father. Leaving her left on her farmhouse in the outskirts of New Orleans, along with a worsening heart condition. That was until her demise on, October 31st, 1914.
Ironically enough, it was her father's doing. After walking back from service, he had decided to take the long way home—just so he could critique her all way home. He kept talking about how her singing wasn't right for church, how she needed to make something of herself to find a husband, and she couldn't just go off each night to preform in some bar in town. In his mind, music was sinful unless it was some timeless hymn. While she walked beside him, something started to feel off. Suddenly, two men had stepped out from the treeline, both having the most unnatural eyes. Now her father also knew something was off, preacher instincts. Her father started spouting how he was a good person, how he had never sinned. Clara knew it was all a lie, before she could have any reaction she felt a hard shove against he back and hit the jagged gravel below. Her heart started to slow down, she was going to die tonight. By her heart problem, or the two men in front of her? Behind, her father yelled that she had invited the devil in, and to take her instead. Clara attempted to look up to the two men, her expression hopeless. She finally gave up, her weight giving up, and her breathing slowing. Before she could fully slip away, she felt a piercing pain in her neck, her hands finding purchase against the rocks next to her.
Once she had woken, she had realized everything had changed. Everything was clearer, she could hear every cicada, and more importantly—her father was nowhere in sight. Her gaze flicked to the two men, saviors or devils? Certainly had to be the first, she was alive after all. She had come to learn their names soon after, Louis de Pointe du Lac, and Lestat de Lioncourt. She was no longer human, was it the no longer slowed heart or the unnatural purple eyes? She was alive, wasn't she?
After a few months, she still looked young. But, she had her freedom. Her new fathers allowed music, encouraged it even. What she didn't realize is that this would soon be the rest of her eternal life.
Her and Lestat bonded over music and theatre, while Louis and her bonded over books and art. She felt safe for the first time in forever, until the arguments. One leading to Louis leaving, and coming back with a girl? Claudia.
Claudia and Clara instantly attached, becoming sisters. They would sneak into each other's rooms after bed to talk about anything they could. But Clara knew this wouldn't last forever, Claudia would soon learn she was never going to grow up, she was going to resent everyone.
Clara was just going to be there for everyone, the best she could. She would try anything to salvage the family that was breaking more and more each day. All while she was trying to find out who she was. What was she now, besides being a vampire?
The fights started to grow worse, Claudia leaving for a good majority of the twenties, leaving Louis bedridden and Lestat full of hatred. Clara and her old friend, Josephine started to hang out again. They started playing at night for others. Clara also started to learn under some witch who lived nearby, keeping that part a secret from her fathers.
When Claudia had returned, Lestat had blown up, leaving the everyone in shambles. Clara started to feel everything crashing down, almost as if her world started to fall apart... again.
After some while, Louis healed, and Lestat and had returned. Claudia and Lestat's tension had shook the house, leaving what were once joy filled family memories to rot. Clara started to mediate everything the best she could.
Until the plan for the Mardi Gras ball had started, one she never truly wanted to participate in. She had written a single letter to Josephine, the last few words being "I love you", cliché but they both understood each other.
After Lestat and Antoinette were gone, Her, Louis, and Claudia had started their treck across Europe for other vampires. Clara missed Lestat, she was better at hiding it, she wasn't good at hiding the loneliness.
After awhile, the trio found their way to Paris, France. Clara loved every moment of the first few months, this was her dream place. But good things don't last, leading back to her loneliness again. She started finding solace in the Notre Dame cathedral, the irony she wound up back in the place she tried to leave.
After a few months of being in Paris, the trio had been invited to the Théâtre Des Vampires, she loved Claudia's excitement, but she could shake the off feeling. She had loved the coven though, she even looked up to Santiago, telling him he was a great preformer.
Armand allowed Claudia and Clara to start working in the theatre, all Clara cared about though, was being on stage. Which her and Claudia eventually worked their way there.
Clara was given a lovely opera piece, feeling truly accepted by the coven. She still felt the dreading loneliness of it all though. One night she had returned to Notre Dame, meeting another vampire there who also worked at the theatre, Aurora.
Soon, Claudia had found Madeline, and her and Madeline were going to leave. She was going to lose her sister, but she was happy for Claudia.
One night, Claudia and Madeline had returned for a bit. An hour before, Aurora told Clara to leave Paris with her, she rejected. This leading to the worst thing in her life, the trial.
In the span of almost a few hours she had lost everyone, Aurora, and Claudia. Somehow, out of the world's spite of Clara, she lived. Somehow being saved by her thought to be dead father, Lestat.
She left him, joining back with Louis and Armand, leaving to her being stuck with the couple for 77 years. From New York, to San Francisco, she had learned to never get attached, even when her and Victor reunited for a short while. She learned loneliness, but she learned to adapt to it. She sang, she started to go to theatres again in the 90's. She had to move past baggage one way or another, even after years and years of it.
sorry i haven't posted much lately and sorry if the writing here sucks💔 i wanna post more again and i will when i find the time, this was rlly fun writing though!! <3 - Clara
