Post by Icsis of Exuma on Feb 6, 2007 19:37:19 GMT -5
Aside: Alpha has challenged Icsis to divuldge her past in a letter so she shall respond as recored here.
Icsis tilts her head as she reads the letter, a soft smile crossing her lips as she scans the words. Slipping over to her never ending magical pot of tea she pours a cup and adds her usual sugar and honey. Setting the spoon aside she sips gently at her tea, her eyes drifting out the window to stare at the city. Her eyes as usual drawn to the sky line, searching for something she knows she will never see again and yet longing for the sight none the less. Picking up her pen and pad, she glances at her sleeping husbands form his lovely body stretched out over the bed, burrowed into the blankets bound to not stir for at least a few more hours.
Moving quietly to her setting room, she opens her small delicately wrought writing desk and sets her pen upon it. Tracing her finger over the deep indentions that once held an ink well and several quills she smiles sadly and gets out a block of stationary. Tracing her finger over the crest she chuckles and tosses the blasted block back, her title having changed several times over the years. Rustling about she finally locates her block of stationary crested only with the letters I.O.E. the name most everyone has known her by for centuries. Icsis of Exuma.
Placing her pen upon the writing tablet she sighs and begins to pen down the letter:
My dearest son,
I am ever so delighted to welcome you to the family. It is without a doubt a pleasure to answer your questions as it is only natural for one to ponder about the person one has allowed to sire them. You are the first to inquire deeply into my past; most people accept who I am now as who I always have been. It seems though that you are well aware of the fact that while I may be who I am today there obviously was a long road to get to this point.
I was born long long ago, it is unclear my date of birth as is my actual parentage. I was born on the island know today as England or perhaps it twas Ireland, though where exactly is unknown as well, and perhaps those memories are best left in their hiding place in my mind. Although I will tell you a bit of the mystery behind the lack of knowledge. At the time of my birth the land was green and the streams were rich of fish, the fey and the humans danced about frolicking together at peace and ease with one another. There came a great time for the queen of the humans became with child, as did the queen of the fey, all the people rejoiced and there was much celebration, be it the harvest moon or the fertility gods smiling upon the people, several of the women became with child, and they all grew close knit as women expecting tend to do. When the time for birthing drew near, it twas decided by the women to all have their children together, so all of the women lined up in the birthing rooms, all of the beds close together so that they might hold hands, for be they queen or peasant, fairy or human, the child birth was still a risk. Soon the moon hung high in the sky and all the babes had been brought with nary a mother being lost, a small miracle of that day. Unfortunately as soon as the babes had been cleaned they were handed to Mildred for bedding and wrapping. Oh yes my son I know that woman's name for she was killed for the mistake she made, and was used as an example many a time for lessons. Mildred was not stupid nor was she a slow woman, but perhaps she did not think when she wrapped the babes for when she wrapped them she wrapped them all alike, so that each babe was looked the same as the other. When the mothers found what had happened they were frantic dividing up by who had sons and who had daughters. It just so happened that both queens had daughters, as well as one peasant woman, the oddity being that of the children there was an extra child. Four girl children, all fair headed and impossible to tell apart.
The queens looked upon the children and then sobbed brokenly for they knew not which child was theirs. The peasant woman looked at the children in fear perhaps the only one knowing that one of the children was most defiantly not normal in anyway. Informing the men of the mistake, the kings decided that it would be just as well that each woman picks a child, to take and it would forever be their own no matter the origin, an heir was to be an heir. When informed of the extra child they shook their heads, puzzled. It was decided that the extra girl child was to be considered a gift from the gods, and so she was to be sent to the nuns in the convent on the side of the hill.
My son to you perhaps this is an odd tell, but I tell you now that the child sent to the convent was me and the story is mine to tell. Yes I your wicked mother, started her mortal life as a child of god, who when of age was to become a bride of Christ. Now stop chuckling and continue reading this long tale. The years past and the girl child grew, her years in the blessed convent wall, gained her education, discipline, and perhaps her yearning dreams for a life away from the abbey. While the child grew into a young beauty on the inside of the walls, outside of the walls the world had turned rather ugly and grim, the humans had begun to fear the fey, and with that fear came war. The fey not being one to hide, fought the humans, so that a time of war was reached. The blood covered fields became a vicious place frequented by creature of the night, things no mortal shall ever speak of and very few of the immortal care to remember. The least of this evil spreading about the land, were the Vampires. Looking like human at the set of the sun, and feasting upon the bodies strewn about, from the battles, their blood lust leading them about the country side.
The leader of the clan a rather dashing fellow, often rumored to be more an incubus than a vampire, though vampire he was, proof of that flows in the veins of the hand used to pen these words. His name unclear in the memories of most, but his eyes, burning black like the devil's own, and his hair long and flowing down his back in a dark black sweep, powerful and strong and wickedly twisted, a preference for innocence he had, yes to turn the innocent into his devious puppets. When he came to the abbey upon the side of the hill, a shadow fell over the land. The trees dances with the wind, and the wolves howled in fear. The abbess a kind old woman frail and bent went to the gate to ask what it was that the man wished with her gates. The man sneered and spat upon the ground at her feet. He then made plain that he wished for a girl, as fair as he was dark, of age and shapely, innocent to all the ways of the world but yet willing to learn the world at his side. The abbess and the man bickered and argued her holding him back with her cross and small vials of holy water. He promised that her abbey would be spared and her nuns left alone, as long as he got what he wished. She said she would talk to her girls and let them decide amongst themselves.
I remember that day all to well, the abbess was afraid, I don't remember if she was more afraid for the safety of the abbey, or more so the safely of the girl that would go with the man. I was innocent at that time, but egar to see the world, upon hearing the request, I looked upon the faces of the women I had grown amongst and knew that I would never be like them. Stiffing my spine I stepped forward at the abbess's request for a volunteer. The shock upon her face as she asked if I was sure was plain for all to see. Nodding I made my way back to the gate with her, fear filling my heart, and yet a joy as well, to escape the walls that had been my home as well as my prison for the first eighteen years of my life.
The man looked me over much like one would when buying a horse, he even asked for me to be striped in front of all his men. Studying my form he grinned a smile that has ever sense put fear into my heart, to catch a remnant of that smile upon another’s face still makes me cringe, even though I am older and corrupted. Wanting to make sure that the flesh he was bargaining for was indeed innocent, in my stripped state, he had the abbess remove my cross from my neck and bound my hands roughly, before tossing me over the mounting block. Gasping as the pain bit into my stomach, he ordered me to present my rump into the air so that he could examine me properly. Following his commands, supporting myself with my feet and bound hands, I held position as well as I could while he poked and prodded places that should never have been visible. Containing myself as much as possible I remained quiet until he forced his finger into a place no man had ever dared to touch. Being small innocent and unprepared, I screamed out in agony. This seemed to satisfy the man, for he slapped me upon the rump and nodded to the abbess that this one would do. Slinging me nude onto the back of his horse, we left the abbey. I shall never forget that ride, young, innocent, completely nude and surrounded by an army of vampires, at the complete mercy of the cruelest of them to ever walk the face of that green earth. Watching the abbey disappear into the distance I knew life as I had known it was to be over and there was to be no going back.
I cannot remember his name completely all I remember is that it started with an M. his crest only that decorative scrolled M. It is burned into my memory as clearly as my own face in a mirror. He did not turn kill me quickly as was expected. No he took my innocence and turned me into his own personal play thing. A quick meal when needed a fantasy sexual toy when he pleased, his puppet to do as he wished with. Not so much a human servant as is expected by many, but more a slave, albeit a strong willed one, as I refused to die, but a slave none the less. Eventually when my human body turned the age of twenty one, he decided that it was time to turn me from a mere toy into one of his minions. At that point in time the fey and human wars were out of control and so he sought solace on a small Island in the Caribbean. The Island of Exuma, part of a larger group now known as the Bahamas.
Now my son I shall reveal to you my secret a secret I have shared with no one these many years. Be it the location of the turning, or that unknown blood that courses in my veins I was blessed with a rare ability for creatures of the night. I was blessed with the ability to parade about in the sunlight. Most of our kind are agonize at the idea of ultraviolet light, but it offers me no harm, though being death, there is no possible way for a natural tan as you can well imagine. Be it a curse or a gift it has been my secret for years, and the key to my freedom.
M, as I shall call him, was most pleased with his now corrupt creature and took great pride and pleasure in his convent girl, with her proper manners, and her well versed speech, turned into his prized night time whore, and whore she was he sold her out almost nightly many a time to a group of vicious men, who were given no limit as to what they could do, as long as I was left alive for the next night. For in all the years with him, I had become his sexual slave, forced to fulfill his every fantasy, and those of his friends. I cannot count the number of times I was beaten, skinned, broken, and left as a pile of bones upon the floor. After each of his loving secessions I made internal vows, I had hidden my daylight abilities and activities from all of his followers, for fear of what they would force me to do. Plotting by day, and suffering, which oddly after a while, turned from suffering to a warped kind of pleasure, I laid in wait, of a time and opportunity.
Soon centuries had passed, and I was still with this man, I cannot tell you the horrors of what was done, seen, or heard, but take my solemn word that it was more than anyone could wish to forget, and yet those memories lie somewhere inside this head, so deeply buried that I have no wish to unlock them, should I revert to the former monster I once was. For some odd reason I seemed bound to do this man’s bidding. Later of course I learned it was his incubi nature that kept me in that state, but that my dear is another tale. Keeping track of all the hurts all the pains and all the wrongs, I studied him, and his companions until I could tell you anything you would ever wish to know, though should you ask I may get a bit testy, until the day my plans were ready. Waiting for him to die in my arms as he had every morning for the last few centuries, I quickly slipped out of bed, and drug his dead body down into his own torture chambers, by this time we were happily back in England, playing lord and lady. Laying his body flat upon a bed of wooden nails, I slowly and painstakingly stabbed him with a toothpick, for every oddity, perversion, and beating he had given me, placing a long wooden stake over his heart, ready to be stabbed through the moment he awoke. I set the concrete slab over his form, making sure to leave stabbing room for the stake and stood upon it ready to jump and drive the nails into the flesh of his back, as soon as he woke. Watching the sunset across the sky, I smiled the first real smile since I was a small child, turning my head to the groan of pain beneath my feet. Meeting his eyes I smirked and tossed the wine I had been nursing into his face. After a heady discussion as to the whys and the hows, I jumped, his howl of pain something, I enjoyed perhaps a bit too much. After watching his blood run for quiet a bit a bent down over him and kissed him gently before ramming the stake through his heart. Screaming out in pain, I fell upon him, ready to die, as often times happens when one tries to kill off a sire. Passing out for the first time in quite a long time, I woke, weak and disoriented above the dead body, looking down I growled and grumbled a bit at the curse of having been left alive.
Taking refuge on my island, as I tend to refer to it, I hid surviving on the island buried deep in the tropical jungles, not wanting contact for several more centuries, until at last I had found my sanity, my sense of worth and more importantly a hidden desire to take the world by storm. Emerging out into the world by this time I lived through mortal times, flirted about the courts of England, and France, I was lady this and duchess that, all sorts of noble titles, and lovely estates. Bah, centuries of wealth and prosperity. Neglecting the lot of it I began to travel the globe, exploring the far reaches of the planet, my ability to withstand sunlight, greatly fell into play, as I soon began to pass off myself as human, at least for short jaunts in the towns.
Soon I tired of that and settled back into one of the oldest estates, my wealth sitting around me, the world having been traveled, and a desire left yet unfilled. Leaving the wealth behind I heard a whisper of a place called Raven Black. Moving myself to such a place I soon realized that all the rumors had been false and that while the city was indeed full of vampires, it had not been wise to leave all wealth behind, as Raven Black turned out to be a harsh city.
Upon first arriving upon the land of the city it became apparent that I was going to need funds to sustain myself, a ready supply of humans about, as there always tend to be, in cities, to keep me fed, but a body has need for more than just blood. Meeting up with friends from M’s ranks I soon slipped back into my whoring ways, didn’t take me long to build up my bank, especially since I worked under an alias, so as to keep the name Icsis, clear of sludge, and slander. After building my savings I began to ponder my existence in this place. Why had I not left to retreat back to other cities where I had wealth and the like? It soon became apparent that I was making friends in the city. I suppose there is a first time for every thing, and so in a city of turmoil, I who had existed alone, made friends. Discovering that I rather liked these friends, I then took it upon myself to find more of the creatures. Suddenly surrounded by friends, I realized that these vampires were like humans in an odd way.
They were structured more like families. Studying these oddities, I meandered about for the longest time; several of these families had invited me in to become an adopted daughter. I always shook my head and danced about, slipping out of reach and politely declining. Having become fast friends with Alexdoh, I soon began to spend quite a lot of time with the dear man, and a friend ship was built. I was the one that bet Ace that he couldn’t stay out of Alex’s pants for 24 hours. A bet that I won; though I think those two men won the most. They found each other, how was I to know it would lead to them being wed? Ace soon became my best friend, my confidant. Alex dear to my heart, was my longest friend, between the two of them my heart was content. I had dear loving friends was free of a master, had everything I could ever hope for, or at least I thought so until Alex introduced me to a tall dark and handsome man that swept me off my feet. No not my husband, this man was married, and without a doubt off limits, as Alex knowing my nature made sure to forbid me from his sire’s pants. Grumbling quite a bit I respected his wishes, and began to converse with Sartori, who at the time I thought was the owner of a badly named Italian restaurant, soon it became evident to the two of us that we got along smashingly, though indeed there was no restaurant, a pity as I have a fondness for pasta….
We talked, and chatted and had long drawn out conversations, for at the same time I had tentatively accepted an offer of family from Lady bondage. It soon became evident that Lady B and I were not going to suit, as I did not seem able to meet her expectations. Soon Sartori and I began to discuss this odd concept of family with me, seems as his views matched what my heart desired, and the added bonus of getting my dear Alex as a brother, just seemed to make my long dead heart swell with feeling.
Soon the ritual was completed and I called Sartori, sire, though he treats me more like a loving father than anything I have ever related to a sire, of course his only comparison, by no means favorable. So then my son I danced about the city happy as a lark, sometime before Sartori, but well after Sartori I met Lyric. I might have skipped that part, but somehow, the two of us became fast friends. In all, of the happiness, there came a time of sadness, for Alex announced he was leaving the city. My heart broke and I know that Ace mourned the loss, more so than the rest. Refusing to give up hope that Alex would return, the weeks stretched, and soon hope was lost. About that time yet another man came into my life. Sinister soul. I met him by biting him, unable to resist the pink fluff at the time that filled his veins. Addicted to the sweet taste, I returned time and again to taste his sweetness. Though of course he will deny ever being sweet. Soon Sini and I began a secret romance. The kind of romance that only is heard of in fairy tales and the like; they courted and danced about following the older traditions, exchanging flowers and handkerchiefs. Turns out that Lyric was well acquainted to the man, and with her urging and nosing about, they continued their love dance...
During this secret romance, I had taken on a lover, unclear as to how this romance was to go and being stupid on my part. Apparently Ace had taken upon the same lover, one night upon the witching hours, in a tavern of the ghettos; the lover and I were having a tryst out in public, while Ace was around. He joined us, making it a wild threesome, a most public display, most shameful to the family to have their daughter with two men, on married to her own brother, out in public. I immediately realized the mistake I had made and confessed all to sinister. He was ready to wash his hands completely of me. With much begging on my part, and with the aid of Lyric, and Andre Lestat, at that time newly sired by Sartori, my latest darling brother, Sinister agreed to give me a second chance. My heart sang with joy and I thanked the gods above that I had not lost such a wonderful man to the stupidity of my foolish nature. Soon after that disaster he proposed marriage, and I accepted. My heart so full of love and joy that I was bound to burst, though I did take out my joy, with an electric belt sander we received as a wedding present,… that poor human didn’t last long once I sanded the skin from his body… oh well. Soon I recognized all of his childer as my own. I had come full circle. From a homeless wayward waif, to a demonized creature, to loved daughter, esteemed mother, and adored wife.
So that my dear son is my story, edited a bit, as some things I still do not wish to divulge from my past. A lengthy tale to say the least, though I hope it answers a few questions. Please forgive my ramblings as I tend to be a bit long winded.
Love your adoring mother.
~Icsis of Exuma D’dary Aeternus
*letting lose of the pen her fingers cramped as she eyes the pages, with a rueful smile. Shaking her head, she rubs at her eyes and slinks back to her husband’s bed, slipping against his body waiting for the sun to go down and him to wake. Sending the letter off with a bit of sidhe magic.
Icsis tilts her head as she reads the letter, a soft smile crossing her lips as she scans the words. Slipping over to her never ending magical pot of tea she pours a cup and adds her usual sugar and honey. Setting the spoon aside she sips gently at her tea, her eyes drifting out the window to stare at the city. Her eyes as usual drawn to the sky line, searching for something she knows she will never see again and yet longing for the sight none the less. Picking up her pen and pad, she glances at her sleeping husbands form his lovely body stretched out over the bed, burrowed into the blankets bound to not stir for at least a few more hours.
Moving quietly to her setting room, she opens her small delicately wrought writing desk and sets her pen upon it. Tracing her finger over the deep indentions that once held an ink well and several quills she smiles sadly and gets out a block of stationary. Tracing her finger over the crest she chuckles and tosses the blasted block back, her title having changed several times over the years. Rustling about she finally locates her block of stationary crested only with the letters I.O.E. the name most everyone has known her by for centuries. Icsis of Exuma.
Placing her pen upon the writing tablet she sighs and begins to pen down the letter:
My dearest son,
I am ever so delighted to welcome you to the family. It is without a doubt a pleasure to answer your questions as it is only natural for one to ponder about the person one has allowed to sire them. You are the first to inquire deeply into my past; most people accept who I am now as who I always have been. It seems though that you are well aware of the fact that while I may be who I am today there obviously was a long road to get to this point.
I was born long long ago, it is unclear my date of birth as is my actual parentage. I was born on the island know today as England or perhaps it twas Ireland, though where exactly is unknown as well, and perhaps those memories are best left in their hiding place in my mind. Although I will tell you a bit of the mystery behind the lack of knowledge. At the time of my birth the land was green and the streams were rich of fish, the fey and the humans danced about frolicking together at peace and ease with one another. There came a great time for the queen of the humans became with child, as did the queen of the fey, all the people rejoiced and there was much celebration, be it the harvest moon or the fertility gods smiling upon the people, several of the women became with child, and they all grew close knit as women expecting tend to do. When the time for birthing drew near, it twas decided by the women to all have their children together, so all of the women lined up in the birthing rooms, all of the beds close together so that they might hold hands, for be they queen or peasant, fairy or human, the child birth was still a risk. Soon the moon hung high in the sky and all the babes had been brought with nary a mother being lost, a small miracle of that day. Unfortunately as soon as the babes had been cleaned they were handed to Mildred for bedding and wrapping. Oh yes my son I know that woman's name for she was killed for the mistake she made, and was used as an example many a time for lessons. Mildred was not stupid nor was she a slow woman, but perhaps she did not think when she wrapped the babes for when she wrapped them she wrapped them all alike, so that each babe was looked the same as the other. When the mothers found what had happened they were frantic dividing up by who had sons and who had daughters. It just so happened that both queens had daughters, as well as one peasant woman, the oddity being that of the children there was an extra child. Four girl children, all fair headed and impossible to tell apart.
The queens looked upon the children and then sobbed brokenly for they knew not which child was theirs. The peasant woman looked at the children in fear perhaps the only one knowing that one of the children was most defiantly not normal in anyway. Informing the men of the mistake, the kings decided that it would be just as well that each woman picks a child, to take and it would forever be their own no matter the origin, an heir was to be an heir. When informed of the extra child they shook their heads, puzzled. It was decided that the extra girl child was to be considered a gift from the gods, and so she was to be sent to the nuns in the convent on the side of the hill.
My son to you perhaps this is an odd tell, but I tell you now that the child sent to the convent was me and the story is mine to tell. Yes I your wicked mother, started her mortal life as a child of god, who when of age was to become a bride of Christ. Now stop chuckling and continue reading this long tale. The years past and the girl child grew, her years in the blessed convent wall, gained her education, discipline, and perhaps her yearning dreams for a life away from the abbey. While the child grew into a young beauty on the inside of the walls, outside of the walls the world had turned rather ugly and grim, the humans had begun to fear the fey, and with that fear came war. The fey not being one to hide, fought the humans, so that a time of war was reached. The blood covered fields became a vicious place frequented by creature of the night, things no mortal shall ever speak of and very few of the immortal care to remember. The least of this evil spreading about the land, were the Vampires. Looking like human at the set of the sun, and feasting upon the bodies strewn about, from the battles, their blood lust leading them about the country side.
The leader of the clan a rather dashing fellow, often rumored to be more an incubus than a vampire, though vampire he was, proof of that flows in the veins of the hand used to pen these words. His name unclear in the memories of most, but his eyes, burning black like the devil's own, and his hair long and flowing down his back in a dark black sweep, powerful and strong and wickedly twisted, a preference for innocence he had, yes to turn the innocent into his devious puppets. When he came to the abbey upon the side of the hill, a shadow fell over the land. The trees dances with the wind, and the wolves howled in fear. The abbess a kind old woman frail and bent went to the gate to ask what it was that the man wished with her gates. The man sneered and spat upon the ground at her feet. He then made plain that he wished for a girl, as fair as he was dark, of age and shapely, innocent to all the ways of the world but yet willing to learn the world at his side. The abbess and the man bickered and argued her holding him back with her cross and small vials of holy water. He promised that her abbey would be spared and her nuns left alone, as long as he got what he wished. She said she would talk to her girls and let them decide amongst themselves.
I remember that day all to well, the abbess was afraid, I don't remember if she was more afraid for the safety of the abbey, or more so the safely of the girl that would go with the man. I was innocent at that time, but egar to see the world, upon hearing the request, I looked upon the faces of the women I had grown amongst and knew that I would never be like them. Stiffing my spine I stepped forward at the abbess's request for a volunteer. The shock upon her face as she asked if I was sure was plain for all to see. Nodding I made my way back to the gate with her, fear filling my heart, and yet a joy as well, to escape the walls that had been my home as well as my prison for the first eighteen years of my life.
The man looked me over much like one would when buying a horse, he even asked for me to be striped in front of all his men. Studying my form he grinned a smile that has ever sense put fear into my heart, to catch a remnant of that smile upon another’s face still makes me cringe, even though I am older and corrupted. Wanting to make sure that the flesh he was bargaining for was indeed innocent, in my stripped state, he had the abbess remove my cross from my neck and bound my hands roughly, before tossing me over the mounting block. Gasping as the pain bit into my stomach, he ordered me to present my rump into the air so that he could examine me properly. Following his commands, supporting myself with my feet and bound hands, I held position as well as I could while he poked and prodded places that should never have been visible. Containing myself as much as possible I remained quiet until he forced his finger into a place no man had ever dared to touch. Being small innocent and unprepared, I screamed out in agony. This seemed to satisfy the man, for he slapped me upon the rump and nodded to the abbess that this one would do. Slinging me nude onto the back of his horse, we left the abbey. I shall never forget that ride, young, innocent, completely nude and surrounded by an army of vampires, at the complete mercy of the cruelest of them to ever walk the face of that green earth. Watching the abbey disappear into the distance I knew life as I had known it was to be over and there was to be no going back.
I cannot remember his name completely all I remember is that it started with an M. his crest only that decorative scrolled M. It is burned into my memory as clearly as my own face in a mirror. He did not turn kill me quickly as was expected. No he took my innocence and turned me into his own personal play thing. A quick meal when needed a fantasy sexual toy when he pleased, his puppet to do as he wished with. Not so much a human servant as is expected by many, but more a slave, albeit a strong willed one, as I refused to die, but a slave none the less. Eventually when my human body turned the age of twenty one, he decided that it was time to turn me from a mere toy into one of his minions. At that point in time the fey and human wars were out of control and so he sought solace on a small Island in the Caribbean. The Island of Exuma, part of a larger group now known as the Bahamas.
Now my son I shall reveal to you my secret a secret I have shared with no one these many years. Be it the location of the turning, or that unknown blood that courses in my veins I was blessed with a rare ability for creatures of the night. I was blessed with the ability to parade about in the sunlight. Most of our kind are agonize at the idea of ultraviolet light, but it offers me no harm, though being death, there is no possible way for a natural tan as you can well imagine. Be it a curse or a gift it has been my secret for years, and the key to my freedom.
M, as I shall call him, was most pleased with his now corrupt creature and took great pride and pleasure in his convent girl, with her proper manners, and her well versed speech, turned into his prized night time whore, and whore she was he sold her out almost nightly many a time to a group of vicious men, who were given no limit as to what they could do, as long as I was left alive for the next night. For in all the years with him, I had become his sexual slave, forced to fulfill his every fantasy, and those of his friends. I cannot count the number of times I was beaten, skinned, broken, and left as a pile of bones upon the floor. After each of his loving secessions I made internal vows, I had hidden my daylight abilities and activities from all of his followers, for fear of what they would force me to do. Plotting by day, and suffering, which oddly after a while, turned from suffering to a warped kind of pleasure, I laid in wait, of a time and opportunity.
Soon centuries had passed, and I was still with this man, I cannot tell you the horrors of what was done, seen, or heard, but take my solemn word that it was more than anyone could wish to forget, and yet those memories lie somewhere inside this head, so deeply buried that I have no wish to unlock them, should I revert to the former monster I once was. For some odd reason I seemed bound to do this man’s bidding. Later of course I learned it was his incubi nature that kept me in that state, but that my dear is another tale. Keeping track of all the hurts all the pains and all the wrongs, I studied him, and his companions until I could tell you anything you would ever wish to know, though should you ask I may get a bit testy, until the day my plans were ready. Waiting for him to die in my arms as he had every morning for the last few centuries, I quickly slipped out of bed, and drug his dead body down into his own torture chambers, by this time we were happily back in England, playing lord and lady. Laying his body flat upon a bed of wooden nails, I slowly and painstakingly stabbed him with a toothpick, for every oddity, perversion, and beating he had given me, placing a long wooden stake over his heart, ready to be stabbed through the moment he awoke. I set the concrete slab over his form, making sure to leave stabbing room for the stake and stood upon it ready to jump and drive the nails into the flesh of his back, as soon as he woke. Watching the sunset across the sky, I smiled the first real smile since I was a small child, turning my head to the groan of pain beneath my feet. Meeting his eyes I smirked and tossed the wine I had been nursing into his face. After a heady discussion as to the whys and the hows, I jumped, his howl of pain something, I enjoyed perhaps a bit too much. After watching his blood run for quiet a bit a bent down over him and kissed him gently before ramming the stake through his heart. Screaming out in pain, I fell upon him, ready to die, as often times happens when one tries to kill off a sire. Passing out for the first time in quite a long time, I woke, weak and disoriented above the dead body, looking down I growled and grumbled a bit at the curse of having been left alive.
Taking refuge on my island, as I tend to refer to it, I hid surviving on the island buried deep in the tropical jungles, not wanting contact for several more centuries, until at last I had found my sanity, my sense of worth and more importantly a hidden desire to take the world by storm. Emerging out into the world by this time I lived through mortal times, flirted about the courts of England, and France, I was lady this and duchess that, all sorts of noble titles, and lovely estates. Bah, centuries of wealth and prosperity. Neglecting the lot of it I began to travel the globe, exploring the far reaches of the planet, my ability to withstand sunlight, greatly fell into play, as I soon began to pass off myself as human, at least for short jaunts in the towns.
Soon I tired of that and settled back into one of the oldest estates, my wealth sitting around me, the world having been traveled, and a desire left yet unfilled. Leaving the wealth behind I heard a whisper of a place called Raven Black. Moving myself to such a place I soon realized that all the rumors had been false and that while the city was indeed full of vampires, it had not been wise to leave all wealth behind, as Raven Black turned out to be a harsh city.
Upon first arriving upon the land of the city it became apparent that I was going to need funds to sustain myself, a ready supply of humans about, as there always tend to be, in cities, to keep me fed, but a body has need for more than just blood. Meeting up with friends from M’s ranks I soon slipped back into my whoring ways, didn’t take me long to build up my bank, especially since I worked under an alias, so as to keep the name Icsis, clear of sludge, and slander. After building my savings I began to ponder my existence in this place. Why had I not left to retreat back to other cities where I had wealth and the like? It soon became apparent that I was making friends in the city. I suppose there is a first time for every thing, and so in a city of turmoil, I who had existed alone, made friends. Discovering that I rather liked these friends, I then took it upon myself to find more of the creatures. Suddenly surrounded by friends, I realized that these vampires were like humans in an odd way.
They were structured more like families. Studying these oddities, I meandered about for the longest time; several of these families had invited me in to become an adopted daughter. I always shook my head and danced about, slipping out of reach and politely declining. Having become fast friends with Alexdoh, I soon began to spend quite a lot of time with the dear man, and a friend ship was built. I was the one that bet Ace that he couldn’t stay out of Alex’s pants for 24 hours. A bet that I won; though I think those two men won the most. They found each other, how was I to know it would lead to them being wed? Ace soon became my best friend, my confidant. Alex dear to my heart, was my longest friend, between the two of them my heart was content. I had dear loving friends was free of a master, had everything I could ever hope for, or at least I thought so until Alex introduced me to a tall dark and handsome man that swept me off my feet. No not my husband, this man was married, and without a doubt off limits, as Alex knowing my nature made sure to forbid me from his sire’s pants. Grumbling quite a bit I respected his wishes, and began to converse with Sartori, who at the time I thought was the owner of a badly named Italian restaurant, soon it became evident to the two of us that we got along smashingly, though indeed there was no restaurant, a pity as I have a fondness for pasta….
We talked, and chatted and had long drawn out conversations, for at the same time I had tentatively accepted an offer of family from Lady bondage. It soon became evident that Lady B and I were not going to suit, as I did not seem able to meet her expectations. Soon Sartori and I began to discuss this odd concept of family with me, seems as his views matched what my heart desired, and the added bonus of getting my dear Alex as a brother, just seemed to make my long dead heart swell with feeling.
Soon the ritual was completed and I called Sartori, sire, though he treats me more like a loving father than anything I have ever related to a sire, of course his only comparison, by no means favorable. So then my son I danced about the city happy as a lark, sometime before Sartori, but well after Sartori I met Lyric. I might have skipped that part, but somehow, the two of us became fast friends. In all, of the happiness, there came a time of sadness, for Alex announced he was leaving the city. My heart broke and I know that Ace mourned the loss, more so than the rest. Refusing to give up hope that Alex would return, the weeks stretched, and soon hope was lost. About that time yet another man came into my life. Sinister soul. I met him by biting him, unable to resist the pink fluff at the time that filled his veins. Addicted to the sweet taste, I returned time and again to taste his sweetness. Though of course he will deny ever being sweet. Soon Sini and I began a secret romance. The kind of romance that only is heard of in fairy tales and the like; they courted and danced about following the older traditions, exchanging flowers and handkerchiefs. Turns out that Lyric was well acquainted to the man, and with her urging and nosing about, they continued their love dance...
During this secret romance, I had taken on a lover, unclear as to how this romance was to go and being stupid on my part. Apparently Ace had taken upon the same lover, one night upon the witching hours, in a tavern of the ghettos; the lover and I were having a tryst out in public, while Ace was around. He joined us, making it a wild threesome, a most public display, most shameful to the family to have their daughter with two men, on married to her own brother, out in public. I immediately realized the mistake I had made and confessed all to sinister. He was ready to wash his hands completely of me. With much begging on my part, and with the aid of Lyric, and Andre Lestat, at that time newly sired by Sartori, my latest darling brother, Sinister agreed to give me a second chance. My heart sang with joy and I thanked the gods above that I had not lost such a wonderful man to the stupidity of my foolish nature. Soon after that disaster he proposed marriage, and I accepted. My heart so full of love and joy that I was bound to burst, though I did take out my joy, with an electric belt sander we received as a wedding present,… that poor human didn’t last long once I sanded the skin from his body… oh well. Soon I recognized all of his childer as my own. I had come full circle. From a homeless wayward waif, to a demonized creature, to loved daughter, esteemed mother, and adored wife.
So that my dear son is my story, edited a bit, as some things I still do not wish to divulge from my past. A lengthy tale to say the least, though I hope it answers a few questions. Please forgive my ramblings as I tend to be a bit long winded.
Love your adoring mother.
~Icsis of Exuma D’dary Aeternus
*letting lose of the pen her fingers cramped as she eyes the pages, with a rueful smile. Shaking her head, she rubs at her eyes and slinks back to her husband’s bed, slipping against his body waiting for the sun to go down and him to wake. Sending the letter off with a bit of sidhe magic.
