It was in the 1700’s that it first happened. Nora supposed that it was a lesson learned by all vampires at some point in their lives; even her playboy brother Eric. She had been a vampire for over 200 years at this point and she thought that she had seen and experienced everything that her vampire life would have to offer. That is until she met him.
Godric had already freed her from their blood bond and she was trying to make her mark on the world just as she always wanted to. She had spoken at some gatherings of vampires and some of them seemed to be interested in what it was that she had to say. Others refused to take her seriously because of her extremely young age. A fact, which both infuriated and motivated her even more.
She had been hunting at one of her favorite spots in England to snatch a meal, a tavern. People never seemed to worry, or even notice, when the local drunkards and riff raff disappeared. One night, after indulging in a few drunken pirates, she noticed someone that did not seem to fit in with the rough and rowdy crowd that was typically there. He was absolutely beautiful, so full of life and vigor. Nora felt herself being drawn to him almost instantly.
Walking up to the man in her tightly corseted dress, she flirted with him a bit but he refused to look at her. Nora wondered if he secretly preferred men until she noticed that he was gazing upon her when he thought that she wasn’t looking. Thinking him a bit bashful, she walked up to him and smiled softly, giving him her best come hither look, batting her long brown lashes at him.
It was then that she noticed that the look he gave her was one of disgust, as though he thought she was beneath him. Deciding to use her gift for words, which Godric had always complimented her on, she struck up a conversation with him about Shakespeare. This actually caught his attention and he asked her why she was in a place such as this. Weaving him an intricate story of lies, she convinced him that she had been brought up in society and only ended up where she was because of her father’s debt that was left to her after he and her mother died tragically. Offering her a place to stay, that was away from his own for propriety purposes, they began a whirlwind romance that ended just as tragically as the story that she had given him of her origins.
One evening, after he had come to the small home that he provided her, Nora had brought another man to her home as her evening meal when her lover returned abruptly. Finding her drinking the man’s blood, he fell into a panicked rage as he cursed her for being a demon. Nora could not believe what she had heard. This was the same man that had just finished professing his undying love to her and that nothing could change the way that he felt. Now he was calling her a demon who had cast him under a spell, had taken over his mind! Losing herself in her rage and unsatisfied blood lust, Nora quickly killed and drained the man that she thought she would turn and spend the rest of eternity with. She disposed of the body but knew that someone would miss him; someone would come looking for him. She left the village that night, glamouring everyone that she passed on her way out of town, knowing that it would be too painful to ever return there again.
Godric had already freed her from their blood bond and she was trying to make her mark on the world just as she always wanted to. She had spoken at some gatherings of vampires and some of them seemed to be interested in what it was that she had to say. Others refused to take her seriously because of her extremely young age. A fact, which both infuriated and motivated her even more.
She had been hunting at one of her favorite spots in England to snatch a meal, a tavern. People never seemed to worry, or even notice, when the local drunkards and riff raff disappeared. One night, after indulging in a few drunken pirates, she noticed someone that did not seem to fit in with the rough and rowdy crowd that was typically there. He was absolutely beautiful, so full of life and vigor. Nora felt herself being drawn to him almost instantly.
Walking up to the man in her tightly corseted dress, she flirted with him a bit but he refused to look at her. Nora wondered if he secretly preferred men until she noticed that he was gazing upon her when he thought that she wasn’t looking. Thinking him a bit bashful, she walked up to him and smiled softly, giving him her best come hither look, batting her long brown lashes at him.
It was then that she noticed that the look he gave her was one of disgust, as though he thought she was beneath him. Deciding to use her gift for words, which Godric had always complimented her on, she struck up a conversation with him about Shakespeare. This actually caught his attention and he asked her why she was in a place such as this. Weaving him an intricate story of lies, she convinced him that she had been brought up in society and only ended up where she was because of her father’s debt that was left to her after he and her mother died tragically. Offering her a place to stay, that was away from his own for propriety purposes, they began a whirlwind romance that ended just as tragically as the story that she had given him of her origins.
One evening, after he had come to the small home that he provided her, Nora had brought another man to her home as her evening meal when her lover returned abruptly. Finding her drinking the man’s blood, he fell into a panicked rage as he cursed her for being a demon. Nora could not believe what she had heard. This was the same man that had just finished professing his undying love to her and that nothing could change the way that he felt. Now he was calling her a demon who had cast him under a spell, had taken over his mind! Losing herself in her rage and unsatisfied blood lust, Nora quickly killed and drained the man that she thought she would turn and spend the rest of eternity with. She disposed of the body but knew that someone would miss him; someone would come looking for him. She left the village that night, glamouring everyone that she passed on her way out of town, knowing that it would be too painful to ever return there again.
