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Caessandrea, the curse of a teenage vampyre
Like some vampyric treasure huntress, she fed on the thrills the pursuit offered. Seeking out and stalking her type of fertile prey helped to quench the seemingly overwhelming desires that would engulf her. The trophies she attained, even though they supported her family financially, where actually quite trivial, even anti-climactic, when viewed through Cassandreas’s cunning eyes.
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The curious chain of events that led up to an Occurrence at the Moonstone Formal
Kate, who had a private room in a corner of her family’s right wing, entered it at around 3 am. Exhausted from the prom, she laid back for a few moments to reflect on the rather hectic, and somewhat confused, events of the evening.
It all had happened at the Moonstone formal, an annual event put on by the trustees of an exclusive school that once was for poor children, but now catered to the sons of the very wealthy. And here is where, on the cusp of falling into dream, Kate’s contemplations grew.
Slowly Kate drifts off into a deep slumber. At first her dreams are happy and sweet, but soon, like the events that had taken place at the formal, they take on a darker tone.
As she thrashes in bed, a shadow moves over her, a ringed hand goes to her shoulder and Kate is once again calm. Silently, softly the shadowy form pulls Kate’s silky long hair away from her throat….
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Flashback to the Moonstone Formal earlier in the evening.
A girl with long reddish hair wearing a glittering copper coloured gown is dancing in the arms of a young man wearing a shiny grey satin shirt, and black Dockers. He is a stranger amongst the crowd, but whose natural charm soon let him win over the girls present, if not so much their male counterparts.
As the man smiles into the girls slightly slanted eyes, he holds her attention, as slowly he moves a hand from around her waist. The hand is clasped, holding onto a diamond bracelet that he had only minutes before removed from the delicate wrist of his current partner. The girl smiles back, seemingly swept up in his charismatic magnetism. He slips the bracelet into his pocket just as the song ends. Must you go she asks. Yes he said, I have one more lady on my dance card, not nearly as pretty as you, but then I must go, curfew you know. The pretty girl in the shimmering copper gown smiles, she knows he is fibbing, but appears not to care. Skip her, she purrs, that will give you fifteen minutes more, I’ll meet you out in the back garden, and will make it worth more than a single dance with some overly made up tart….
He smiles, go on first, I’ll give her my regrets he lies. The reddish haired copper gowned girl leaves him, and heads out towards the door.
Caess, short for her given name of Caessandrea, did not leave. Darting into a dark side corridor in a flurry of flashy copper, she took up a concealed position to watch. Sur enough, the bastard had taken Kates hand and was leading her to the dance floor. Caess watched as the fluid satin of Kate’s gown poured and moved along her wiggling figure, happy that she had snared a dance with the dashing stranger with the heavy foreign accent.
You should have left Caess hissed through the pointed canine fangs that had grown in accordance with her seething feelings. Casessandrea would have let him go with her bracelet if he would just have taken the opening she had given him. But now she have to put a stop to his antics. Le bâtard devrait avoir laissé suffisamment bien seul, Caess thought seething, but now he was after Kate’s jewels, and that simply would not be tolerated.
And sure enough, once Kate’s eyes were locked into her charming partners, he let a hand work its way up her back side, and with a simple flick of his fingers flicked op the clasp of the ruby necklace, that Kate had borrowed from her wealthy Mother. Whisking it magically away from the unwary girl in his grasp.
As soon as Caess saw what was happening she took action, turning away and marching to a group of young men hovering around a nearby table, a group that played for the school’s rugby team.
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End of Flashback, once again in Kate’s bedroom, where a shadow lurks.
The waning moon peeks from behind a heavy cloud, bathing the room in a misty bluish caste.
The waning moon peaks from a cloud, illuminated Kate’s Bedroom in a soft, misty blue light. The form hovering over her takes on colour. A copper coloured gown and long reddish hair outlines the young girl silently examining the now bare neckline of the soundly sleeping Kate.
Caessandrea, now in full vampyre mode, bends down, her long fangs hungrily sink themselves into the sweet, young flesh. It only lasts a minute, and replenished, Caess lifts up her head, looking around slowly, before bending down once again over Kate’s inert, still fancy dressed figure. .
The night stalker that now was Caess looked down upon her victim, the valuable ruby necklace, still draped around the sleeping girls throat. Its shiny redness almost matching the two bloody incisions just above the glittering rubies and diamonds of the expensive bauble Kate wore. Caess’s eyes sparkle as much as Kate’s jewels. The night is hers, and she is very much alive and in tune with all it’s secrets.
He should have left well enough alone, Caess again reflected, the arrogant rogue was given the opportunity to leave well enough alone, and escape with a profit, as it was….
The boys from the rugby team had caught up to him just as he was leaving. Unceremoniously emptying his pockets, and when the discovered what he had been doing, pretty much beat him to a pulpy mess.
The foreign accented strangers astounding haul was returned to their rightful owners, all women, consisting of a brace of bracelets, a pair of necklaces, and a large sparkly diamonded broach.
Not much time, the sun was just sending its awakening streaks into the horizon. Casessandrea lifted the clasp of the necklace Kate was wearing, and opening it, she slipped it off the dead to the world young lady. Then she took one of her twin bracelets. Giving attention to her open jewel chest, Cass selected three valuable pieces. Normally she would have only taken just the necklace, but the greedy rogue had opened a window of opportunity, and Cass was going to use every bit of it for her needs.
Caess left by the way she came, gliding noiselessly along the corridor and winding staircase. Out in the gardens she smiled wickedly to herself. The bastard had been so intent on lifting Casessandrea’s bracelet that he never felt Caesslift his wallet. She left it there, along the path, planting the evidence that pointed to him being the night burglar…..
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Casessandrea’s saga
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How she became a seventeen year old vampyre
Casessandrea had been born to thye manor. The first born of an old noble family, who occupying what was actually a medieval castle on a hill overlooking a small blue lake. When Caess was almost seventeen her father had been taken away from them at an all too young age, dying while fighting in the service of the king. Her family, forgotten by the courtiers had found themselves living a hardscrabble existence, barely maintaining ownership of their home.
Casessandrea’s family consisted of her dowager Grandmother, her frail Mother, younger siblings, a sister and twin boys who were not as yet of age. As the oldest, eleven though she was only just turning seventeen, Caess had felt obligated to find a way to support them, and keep the manor intact for the eldest of the twins. It was in search of fulfilling that obligation that Caess fell in with Brahme Davilen and his coven of vampires.
Caessandrea let Brahme turn her into a vampire when she realized her powers could be used to support her newly impoverished family, thus saving her family, along with their ancient castle. For her families honor and existence, she sacrificed a normal life for herself, keeping her sweet curse a secret, forever a teenager in appearance, but something much more in reality.
Caess still shivered deliciously as she remembered the hungering desire in Brahm’s red eyes as he bent down over her prostrate figure to make her one of his own. Sweeter than any lovers embrace, more tingling than ones first passion, Caess found herself on the cusp of almost all consuming ecstasy as his sharp fangs penetrated, and drank. Fire coursed through her veins as the metamorphosis consumed her, changing her into something that made Caess feel exhalted.
Caess now survives by befriending and feeding on the vibrant blood of teenage girls such as herself, picking nothing but the wealthy ones ;so she can steal some of their jewels which she successfully used to keep her family from ruin.
Le bâtard devrait avoir laissé suffisamment bien seu
(The bastard should have left well enough alone)
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