She leaned against the railing, her eyes closed and her black hair dancing in the wind. She didn't want to remember. She didn't want to relive. She'd been on this planet as a monster much longer than not. Her chest clenched as her eyes burned with the need to cry. How she had been selfish. Her family had needed her more than she cared to admit. She leaned over and puked. She stayed in that position until it was just dry heaves.
She clenched her fists before climbing over. It was her fault her family suffered. It was her fault she wasn't dead when over a half century had passed since she should have died. Maybe she could've survived a different way. She prepared to jump, the water below black and , to her, it seemed welcoming. This is the only way to atone for my sins.. she thought, swallowing hard.
1347, England
Rosaline closed her eyes, wanting to ignore the destruction going on around her. The humans, Moroi, and Dhampirs alike where falling all around. It was a destruction no one had seen before. The humans.. Well, they were weak. They died off easily; they died off quickly. The Moroi usually didn't get whatever plague was tormenting the humans.
Her brother was a couple years older than her, he should've been the one taking care of them… but after the death of their parents, it seemed the duty fell upon her. She didn't mind; it was a time of darkness and everyone knew it. While the Moroi- especially the Royals- didn't grow as fast as the humans of the time did, they still knew responsibility and it wasn't hard to see that after the plague stroke, they grew mentally. They started to have to think about others than just themselves.
Until this one, that is. The young Moroi was one of the last surviving lines of the Nightshade family. Her mother had been killed early on- a few months prior when the plague first started. She was one of the first Moroi to die. That was when they realized that even the Moroi where not safe. Her stomach clenched but she ignored it. She didn't want to think about how the illness was spreading from human to Moroi. Despite not wanting to think about it, her mind wondered. Was it because they were living vampires?
Her mind continued to wonder, despite how much she told herself that she had to keep her focus on her younger siblings. Was it because of the blood? Where they drinking bad blood? She forced a cough down, not wanting to worry her siblings. Everything would be good, right? No one else in there family was going to die… they'd all survive. At least, that's what she told herself.
Everything was getting worse, and it seemed like the more optimistic she was, the worst it got. How could something stay so bad for so long? Where the Strogi suffering, or where they thriving because they were already dead so it didn't matter? She felt curiosity spark, if she were to become Stirogi than she'd have a chance of surviving. Perhaps she was the only one of the family desperate enough to survive through this that becoming an undead vampire seemed like the only option.
After she put her siblings to bed, she moved towards the exit and resurfaced. No one would question her- at least none of the Moroi and Dhampirs. She knew the youngest- Ivory- was already ill. It was just a matter of time before she died.
Rosaline moved slowly, almost savoring the uncomfortable feeling of the burning sun. If everything worked out, then it would be the last day she'd ever feel the sun burning. She blinked softly before she ducked into another hutt. She gazed at the few healthy-looking feeders and strolled over to one of them, sinking her fangs into his neck. A soft moan came from him as she slowly drank. Soon the blood started to taste even more ravishing as she felt the life drain from him.
She straightened her back before snapping the necks of all but one of the other people in the room. She flexed her fingers before turning her compulsion onto the survivor. "Tell me when the sun has gone down." she spat. "And maybe i'll allow you to live."
He nodded, his eyes glazed over as he moved to check if the sun was yet down. "No, Miss, it has yet to go down. It will be soon, though."
She nodded a cold smile on her flawless face. She moved to drink as many people's blood as she could. Her face scrunched up as she drank the still semi-warm blood. It wasn't the same as drinking the life from someone. No, it was much more different. These people were already dead. This was only the first, the others would be much colder by the time she got to them. But she was hungry and she didn't want to kill the only living in the room- he was how she was going to get out without burning.
As she moved to the next body she almost threw the body at the wall. This one was even worse than the one before. It was actually cold.
"Miss… The sun is down." He said shakily.
"Good." she laughed and moved towards him. "I have no more use for you," she said as she bit into his warm flesh. It was better than the lukewarm or the cold blood she'd drank. He squirmed, knowing what was coming. She could tell he didn't want to die and she found herself not caring. The lack of emotion was still a surprise to her, even though it had been her choice to make. She moved towards the entrance and embraced the darkness. She broke into a run, her family forgotten about. She was free and she would survive.