Alone. Alexandria had been alone.
She was always alone, this much she knew. Her silver eyes looked to the pond, staring at her own reflection. Everyone she knew, everything she loved. It was all gone. She was unable to save anything. The newborn vampire, Alexandria Renard Tepes, looked to the skies of a dark night, the silver moon catching her gaze. As her silver eyes faced such a beauty, a single stream of blood ran from her eye and down her cheek, leaving a trail down her face. She wasn't human anymore, and she would tell herself this every night, but there was always a small glimmer of humanity in her heart, begging to be free. Somehow, that thought had always taken over.
Dracula was gone, defeated by his own blood, but what point was there in living? H, er family and her friends were gone, forever lost. The only thing that remained was her and Kathrine, who had not yet been old enough to be a hunter. She was only four years of age, but Alexandria could already feel her father's courage resonating from her cousin. Her uncle must have left an impact on her, especially after his death. The only thing left to do was to train her how to hunt and protect herself when the time came, but Alexandria couldn't bring herself to do it.
with one final glance at the demon castle, Alexandria, renaming herself Aluria out of the honor of her parents, vowed that Kathrine would remain a legend when the Dark Lord had returned. She cursed his name, and spoke...
"The moon the night you return will be red...You will know death..."
