My Past

Hello, my name is Serena and this is my story.

I was born in 1589 into a British Aristocrat family. We were very rich, one of the richest families in all of England. We were a good people, my family, until he came along.

His name was, and probably still is, Julian.

Back then, Julian was considered a very holy, very religious man. He prayed everyday and went to church and donated money, sometimes to some of the unfortunate lower class. And he was the most handsome man I have ever set my eyes on.

Julian was very friendly with my father and he attended a lot of our dinner parties. He seemed very fond of me. At all of the parties, I was the only one he asked to dance with. I was the envy of all the other women. He was an excellent dancer.

My father was ready to marry me off to him. I was 15. But even though I thought I loved him, there was something wrong. His face was too smug and he moved with too much confidence. As though he could get anyone he wanted with a snap of his elegant fingers. He was very rude sometimes and he drank a lot. But he never got drunk. I wondered about him, but the wedding was too important, for he was a wealthy man.

Afterour wedding, I was so happy, but uneasy. He took me away to his house. It was traditional back then. We spoke about each other; we didn't exacly know each other. Then we went off to bed.

That's where the nightmare started.

He wasn't at all a holy man. He was a demon. The devil's own spawn.

He was a vampire. A god-forsaken vampire. He bit me and forced me to drink his own blood. Then he carried me out of his house and dumped me on the street.

That is only a breakdown.

420 years later, I'm a vampiress in the modern world. Trying to fit in as much I can. I go to high school and it's not easy. It hard to fit in when you're from 16th century Britian.