Post by dannie1128 on Sept 25, 2009 14:22:01 GMT -8
I was born during the time the Roman Empire was at its highest peak in power. And no, I was absolutely no where near being a noble of any sort.
What I was?
A Slave. Fresh out of what is now Greece. And it was the worst life,ever. My parents were killed brutally. And I was only around seven, waiting for someone to decide that I was worth nothing, as a slave, and kill me as well...
But,hey! I was too unlucky for someone to kill me right there,front and center. A very wealthy family came around, took a look at me, then bought me quickly.
Turns out,they weren't as bad as I thought they'd be..
The only bad part was the other servants would complain about the household allowing Slaves to mix with Servants...
And not just because I was a slave. It was
because I was young, a female and a slave, who was treated as equally as they were.
When I was about fourteen, they got a bit fed-up and planned to dispatch of me, secretly.
It started out as a wonderful,normal sunny day, which wasn't to cold,nor to warm. I'd been running some errands for my owners, and then then everything turned into a big,nearly black world of nothingness,in my view anyway
Then,there were three familiar figures who I recognized, due to them being servants of the same household.
"You better've well served the gods, girl." One of them snapped, as the others gave a chuckle that made me shiver...
"I-I-I don't think that will be a problem, for I am only fourteen, no need for that assurance for a while...."
"This be a surprise to you,isn't it?" Another servant asked,grinning. I was too nervous to even nod,"Don't say a thing,got it, wench?"
"Y-y-es..." I replied, with a squeak of a voice..
All of the sudden, I heard my owner's voice, conversing with others,asking if anyone'd seen me.
There were a few murmurs among the others,then a burst of pain, whatever'd just happened had knocked the air out of me.
From there on, there were more blows from the others, and I blacked out.
Finally opening an eye, there was a knife lowered to my neck,about to make a cut. So far, there was an enormous amount of blood soaking my blond-red hair, making it look even redder, and an even more enormous amount of gashes covering me here and there, these people sure wanted me to suffer slowly. And it worked... NOw my eyes were open,and the blade was just piercing the thin skin below my chin, when there was a shout.
My owner was there,looking fierce,his red eyes narrowed,as he glared at the servants, and then, within minuets, all of the people who attempted murdering me, were dead.
Then there was a feeling of my veins being filled with acid, and I blacked out again...
IT turned out, the very man who owned me,Marcus, had his eye on me,and wanted to turn me into a vampire as soon as he got the chance.
I felt free again, and up to this day, I still have a hatred of all of those Romans. But, there's some part of me that thanks them for allowing me to enter the world of vampires.
What I was?
A Slave. Fresh out of what is now Greece. And it was the worst life,ever. My parents were killed brutally. And I was only around seven, waiting for someone to decide that I was worth nothing, as a slave, and kill me as well...
But,hey! I was too unlucky for someone to kill me right there,front and center. A very wealthy family came around, took a look at me, then bought me quickly.
Turns out,they weren't as bad as I thought they'd be..
The only bad part was the other servants would complain about the household allowing Slaves to mix with Servants...
And not just because I was a slave. It was
because I was young, a female and a slave, who was treated as equally as they were.
When I was about fourteen, they got a bit fed-up and planned to dispatch of me, secretly.
It started out as a wonderful,normal sunny day, which wasn't to cold,nor to warm. I'd been running some errands for my owners, and then then everything turned into a big,nearly black world of nothingness,in my view anyway
Then,there were three familiar figures who I recognized, due to them being servants of the same household.
"You better've well served the gods, girl." One of them snapped, as the others gave a chuckle that made me shiver...
"I-I-I don't think that will be a problem, for I am only fourteen, no need for that assurance for a while...."
"This be a surprise to you,isn't it?" Another servant asked,grinning. I was too nervous to even nod,"Don't say a thing,got it, wench?"
"Y-y-es..." I replied, with a squeak of a voice..
All of the sudden, I heard my owner's voice, conversing with others,asking if anyone'd seen me.
There were a few murmurs among the others,then a burst of pain, whatever'd just happened had knocked the air out of me.
From there on, there were more blows from the others, and I blacked out.
Finally opening an eye, there was a knife lowered to my neck,about to make a cut. So far, there was an enormous amount of blood soaking my blond-red hair, making it look even redder, and an even more enormous amount of gashes covering me here and there, these people sure wanted me to suffer slowly. And it worked... NOw my eyes were open,and the blade was just piercing the thin skin below my chin, when there was a shout.
My owner was there,looking fierce,his red eyes narrowed,as he glared at the servants, and then, within minuets, all of the people who attempted murdering me, were dead.
Then there was a feeling of my veins being filled with acid, and I blacked out again...
IT turned out, the very man who owned me,Marcus, had his eye on me,and wanted to turn me into a vampire as soon as he got the chance.
I felt free again, and up to this day, I still have a hatred of all of those Romans. But, there's some part of me that thanks them for allowing me to enter the world of vampires.