Tatcon Valdez
Star
- Joined
- Sep 4, 2009
- Location
- Canada, b'y
In his younger years (by vampire reckoning) Tory had fallen in love. She was a beautiful creature who had not questioned or scorned him for his affliction because she was special too. She had been a witch, born to a family of like-powered individuals who were more than happy to foster her talents. There was an issue, however with her relations and the biggest issue was him. It was a justifiable reason, vampires have in the past been known to infect witches and the resulting individual was extremely powerful, immortal and quite possibly wild and dangerous to the general public. That did not make what came afterwards any easier to bear.
When she had introduced Tory to her family, there was obvious hesitation and some fear of the fact that he was a vampire, but he had made a solemn promise that he would always keep their daugther safe, and never under any circumstances would he turn her into a vampire. He had despised the fact he was a vampire from the moment he was changed and it made it very clear to everyone who found out he a bloodsucker of his feelings. However, a couple weeks after he had come clear to her family, he would be out in the woods with her, enjoying the quiet moonlight when she was struck down by a duo of assassins hired by her parents to keep her from becoming a vampiric witch. He managed to gain the knowledge of who had sent the assassins before terminating them, and then he spent the remainder of the night holding his loved one tightly as she slowly grew colder and the sun creeped into the sky. He found shelter just moment before he would have turned to dust.
Fast forward two hundred years, bringing us into the mid 18th century and Tory had never forgotten his vendetta against the family that killed his lover and their own daughter over a point that would have never happened. He had managed to do some damage to the family, killing some prominent members, but he could never get to the members and decendants of her parents to finally get his closure.
Today was set to be different. The family, now members of the elite caste of England, were having a ball in support of the coming of age of the youngest daughter of this generation. With some bribery, careful maneuvering and fancy word play he managed to gain an invitation as a special guest. He would have to miss the official day party however, but the dinner was to happen in the late evening which would suit him perfectly. Arriving in style, the strong shouldered, black haired young man made himself known once he arrived, walking around among the pre-dinner crowd and making mundane chit chat as he worked himself closer to the patriach of the family.
And then...she was there. He was standing between her father and mother, this was her coming of age party. Tory's mind was reeling viciously at the sight of her, and for many, many long minutes he would just stand there flabbergasted and defeated.
'How is this possible...' He thought silently to himself.
When she had introduced Tory to her family, there was obvious hesitation and some fear of the fact that he was a vampire, but he had made a solemn promise that he would always keep their daugther safe, and never under any circumstances would he turn her into a vampire. He had despised the fact he was a vampire from the moment he was changed and it made it very clear to everyone who found out he a bloodsucker of his feelings. However, a couple weeks after he had come clear to her family, he would be out in the woods with her, enjoying the quiet moonlight when she was struck down by a duo of assassins hired by her parents to keep her from becoming a vampiric witch. He managed to gain the knowledge of who had sent the assassins before terminating them, and then he spent the remainder of the night holding his loved one tightly as she slowly grew colder and the sun creeped into the sky. He found shelter just moment before he would have turned to dust.
Fast forward two hundred years, bringing us into the mid 18th century and Tory had never forgotten his vendetta against the family that killed his lover and their own daughter over a point that would have never happened. He had managed to do some damage to the family, killing some prominent members, but he could never get to the members and decendants of her parents to finally get his closure.
Today was set to be different. The family, now members of the elite caste of England, were having a ball in support of the coming of age of the youngest daughter of this generation. With some bribery, careful maneuvering and fancy word play he managed to gain an invitation as a special guest. He would have to miss the official day party however, but the dinner was to happen in the late evening which would suit him perfectly. Arriving in style, the strong shouldered, black haired young man made himself known once he arrived, walking around among the pre-dinner crowd and making mundane chit chat as he worked himself closer to the patriach of the family.
And then...she was there. He was standing between her father and mother, this was her coming of age party. Tory's mind was reeling viciously at the sight of her, and for many, many long minutes he would just stand there flabbergasted and defeated.
'How is this possible...' He thought silently to himself.