Author's note: This is a dedication to my fellow MOZJEWS! You know who you are and I hope you get to read this better version of the story. Also, this entire idea was based off a dream I had. A note will be said when the dream starts with some exaggeration to it. Thank you.
Summary: The story of the younger sister of Marcus and William Corvinus, the daughter of Alexander Corvinus. Her name is Catherine Corvinus, and this is her diary. It is about love, lost and a journey she takes in search of the one she loves…
(Year: 1672) It was the year 1672. My coven had barely begun to even be thought of. With my older brothers out of reach, the possibility had not even occurred to me. For years I had been alone. With no one to share eternity with it can be quite a bore. I finally decided that I needed something to do. I was getting older, not younger.
(Year: 1772) About 100 years later, that existence for me ceased. I had come across the first mortal to ever accept the true me. I always wondered why though. Could it be the fact that my older brother Marcus was the most powerful vampire of all? Or William, the most powerful lycan? But to my surprise, he cared nothing for the truth in myths so still I pondered.
(Year: 1780) It was only eight years later, when he was 27, that he got the nerve to ask me in marriage. I had grown an attachment to him in a way that I had only witnessed in my parents many, many years ago, and in stories. Was it real? I could not tell. It only took him four months of begging and making bouquets of flowers to get me to cave in. even today, over 200 years later, I still wonder how he got me to marry him. Or why he wanted me for that matter…
(Year: 1817) For a total of 45 years, I was neither alone nor unhappy. My husband made sure of that for as long as he could, but he died of lung cancer from smoking. His name was Isaac. For eight years he was my friend and for 37 he was my life, my life, my love, my destiny. It was near his death that I choose to go beyond my average self. I realized that if my love died, I would return to a world that could never understand me. So I sought help. I did everything possible that could be done and still my husband was dying. Dying of old age and cancer altogether. Desperation was controlling me. I was desperate enough to even seek out…her…
Zora was a powerful witch that I had encountered once. At the time, I was still in my young years of being a teenager. The rebel in me wanted to be free from my family's duties. Unfortunately, at the time I had (not realizing it) killed her mule by feeding it something I cannot quite remember. She said she would kill me if I ever went near her. To be honest, she was a crewel and evil witch. And all the rumors about her were true. She drank the blood of the youth to live, ate the muscles of all creatures and pranced naked, seducing men to death.
But now I needed her help. I would let myself die (if I could) for Isaac to live. Better dead than alone… When I finally found her, she attempted to stab me to death, but my immortal blood would allow no such things to happen. So I made her a deal to do whatever necessary to save Isaac. The funny thing was that she asked for a new mule to replace the one I had killed centuries earlier and she'd see what she could do.
She got the mule, but I got almost nothing in return. She said that he was to sick and close to death to help him, but what she did do was cast a spell on him so he could be reborn with some of his memories, or none at all. It wasn't a guaranteed deal on her half. When I walked out I was so angry that now when I look back on that moment, I could have sworn she'd said that I'd be the most powerful thing this world had ever seen. But I didn't listen. I could only concentrate on Isaac.
(Year: 1818-May) Isaac had died the previous year. It wasn't his entire fault. I let him smoke those poisonous things. I am now completely alone. How could I wait until my husband was reincarnated? By the time I thought I would be able to find him, what if it wasn't him? What if he didn't return to me? As the shadow of doubt filled me, I decided I needed to visit my father. Alexander Corvinus.
(Year: 1818-June) My father had welcomed me with open arms, being his only daughter and still the same minded. If you compared me and my younger self to my brothers' and their younger selves, they would win in evolution as I stayed the same. The time we spent during my stay, my father had told me about what my brothers', Marcus and William, had been up to. Marcus was currently sleeping, or in a vampire hibernation while William was still locked away for all eternity. The reunion only blocked my sense of heartbreak for a few days. I believe I now know why I was at first reluctant to marry Isaac. I ended up exactly as my father had when mother died. The only difference was that I had no children to be strong for.
(Year: 1943) This war that's taking place has an unusual effect on the world. WW2. That's what this time era was called. It hasn't even been 30 years since the first one. War must be irrelevant, a part of nature. It's been a long time since Isaac died. Moving on is not quite what I would call it, but a…submission. I accept the fact that he's dead now, but have been hoping a lot on that spell that Zora cast, if she even cast it. Being alone has no longer caused fear in me, but a desire to search for my beloved. I just hope that I don't do something stupid like loose him again if I do find him. Hmmm… I believe I should wait until Marcus awakens to keep me busy…
(Year: 2001-Feb.) My brothers' Marcus and William I still cannot find. Marcus should be awake this century, but William's location is still not known. My treasure hunt is still unsuccessful and now I'm in my depressing stage. Again I am alone and it is very bothersome. I feel the effects it has already.
(Year: 2001-Aug. 12) Something has happened to me recently. Weather it be that my mysterious gain in magic or this new fondness of music. I had come across this book called "The Queen of the Damned" and these words that were said captivated me so much that for some reason, I was feeling better than ever. My senses were so high that I thought for a moment I was the queen of the dammed. This power I feel. It's strange… I feel things, see things and hear things that I've never felt before. Life among the mortals was beginning to seem less…horrible.
(Year: 2001-Aug. 14) I've found Marcus. Though our encounter was not what I thought it would be. I found William at the exact same time. I will explain exactly what happened from this year forward. I have this natural gift that I've always had. It's the ability to sense my brothers, but only when their powers are at their fullest. As if they had power radiating from them. The strange part was that they were raised from the dead at that moment. I never even knew my brothers, both of them to be exact, had died. And on the same day for that matter. But like I said, my encounter had not been what I thought it would be. One day I was taking a stroll down the halls of some restricted area that civilians were not allowed on. Then, as I was walking, I felt a force. A force so strong that it crippled me to the ground. Then I heard the explosion that followed it. This caught my interest because that's when I felt their power. So I ran down the hall towards the explosion.
(A/N: This is where my dream began with a little exaggeration and talking because almost no talking went on in my dream.) Dust. Fire. Chunks of building were all over the place. People were hurt. Something was terribly wrong. Then I saw my brother William standing next to me. At first I was shocked to see my brother, in human form at that, for the first time in centuries…over 800 years, maybe more, maybe less. When one is immortal, time is all we really don't want to remember. When I asked him when he got there and his answer was that some scientists and black magician's got together and resurrected both him and Marcus from the dead. As I looked around I saw Marcus, but he seemed full of anger and rage, as if he and William had switched personalities if not for a while. This was the first time I'd seen my brother so angry and was taking it out on everyone. Also, this was the first time I had felt fear towards my older brother. From when I was little, this brother was always my hero. William was always trying to be the distant and annoying brother to me. I ran towards some kids I saw and lead them into a room to hide. But then I heard Marcus coming. Coming for blood. The vampire that he was telling him his body needed blood to feed on. I told them to hide wherever they could as I ran into a closet. I heard the door break open and Marcus yell in blood rage. Then I heard screaming. Marcus was killing them! I knew I could do nothing, or at least at the time, I thought I could do nothing... Then the closet door opened and I shut my eyes. I could not bear to see the truth… that my own blood would kill me. There was a pause for about three seconds before I felt the sharp pain of his talons ripping through my flesh. Then he was gone. If he wanted me dead, he forgot that I was immortal and my wounds took only minutes to heal. As I had left the room, I refused to look at the bodies of the children I wanted to help. When I stepped out for a moment, I thought it was Marcus whom was in front of me asking if I was all right. It was William in truth. I told him that we needed to help our brother in this maddening time. We looked down the hall of both ways and saw Marcus going in the direction towards a reddish hallway. Then we chased after him.
Even though I new the moment Marcus saw me, I could possibly die, I did not care. I was alone for far to long on this world. As I've said before. Better dead than alone. William could defend himself, being a werewolf. I had to help my family. The closer we came to Marcus, the more my heartbeat fiercely.
We caught up to min and he turned around to face William first. That moment seemed a little strange to me for some reason. Seeing my older identical twin brothers, one hungry and ready to strike. Then his bright blue eyes traveled to my deep brown ones. This was exactly what we said to each other. "Marcus!" "Catherine," he said calmly. "Marcus, you need our help. We aren't here to hurt you. Let us help you, brother." He continued to look back and forth between William and me. Then a strange and unfamiliar smile crept up on his face. "Help…yes, I need help. Come. We can leave through the basement. It's doors are not broken."
Somehow, I could not help but dislike the tone of his voice. Then he led us more towards the red glow of the hall. When we hit a door to our right he opened it up and let us in. we all went down the stairs and saw blood… At the bottom of the staircase, I saw an open door, but traps were set in it. And there, caught in the trap, was some woman dead. I looked back over to see if Marcus was going to explain this situation to me, but he was heading up the stairs, leaving William and I down there. We ran back up the stairs after Marcus, but when we tried to open the door, it was locked.
So we went back down the stairs and turned to the left facing both the dead body and an elevator. We got in and went to the next floor up. William turned to me and said, "He forgot the elevator. Luckily for us." Then I replied, "Yes. Now we can try again." This time William did not agree with me. "He's beyond our control. We can not help him if we wanted to." "Then I will help him alone! He's still our brother!" When I stepped out of that elevator, I never saw William again. I don't know why.
I left the area, following Marcus. I wanted to help him. I finally caught up to him when he rested on the top of some hill. That was when I realized he was walking in the light. "Marcus! The light does not burn you?" "Apparently nt. You need to leave Catherine, or you might get hurt. I don't need you." The statement of a true vampire. Does not depend on anyone or anything but blood. So I reached into my pocket and withdrew about $800. I handed it to him. "Then take this! Please. At least get some good clothes with it. I'll leave if you take it." He took the money and left. Then I ran into some gang boys. (This is the end of my dream.)
Now I could feel fear again. These boys would not leave me alone. Before everything became blurry, the last thing I remembered was calling for Marcus to help me.
(Next Day) I awoke in a hotel room and saw Marcus staring out a window. He told me to get ready to go because we had to leave. When we did leave, I realized something. Marcus answered my call for help and now I was not alone again. I was with a friend. My brother. My protection. All my life when we were young, he protected me and does so still, even if his heart and soul had changed.
The next big event that happened was on that very same day. We were walking around the mall to get some clothes for the road when I came across a music store. In the window, a music video was playing. It was called "System" and it was from the movie "The Queen of the Damned". All the videos played from that movie then the movie itself played. I stood there in the window for a good hour and a half when Marcus came yelling his head off as to why I took so long, considering that I dragged him there in the first place.
I had to tell him. Tell him that this one movie made me feel something that I could not quite place my finger on. It made me feel…as if it were my destiny, as the book made me feel; to be the queen of the damned. Not necessarily a vampire, but the role as her. The power that Akasha had. The thought obsessed me. But not as much as the voice… There was a voice on the soundtrack different from the one on the movie. Someone named Chester Bennington, of the band Linkin Park, sang the song system. It both captivated my entire and frightened me. Was I getting feelings from a person I'd never seen? I thought it was a mad idea. When in fact, that one person was going to change my life and I wouldn't see it coming.
As days grew to weeks, Marcus turned normal again. Glad to be alive and kicking. But remained upset with me, for I was changing. I now listened to the soundtrack every moment possible. My clothes had changed. No longer did I wear this day in age clothes but gothic looking clothes from centuries before. The most shocking thing that happened was that one day while I was singing in the open, I heard my voice and knew I sounded like Lestat off the movie. But when I sang, I would draw people to listen in on me, even the mortals.
(Year: 2003) Marcus believes that I will cause to much of a problem for him. I have left, but not alone. Vampire's, and werewolves followed me. Still I knew not why. I only knew were I was going. I was going on my journey again. This time, I would evolve into the most popular gothic singer heard. My treasure: find the voice of this Chester and meet him. I find myself drawn to him, and I don't know why.
(Year: 2005-Mar) In record time, I became the most loved musician of my time. My skills in magic were complete, yet still I have yet to see the face of my inspiration. He reminds me of someone. Like Isaac… Isaac is my true inspiration for my music. All my songs are written for him. They're asking him to come to me. Be with me. Relinquish my loneliness that had begun yet again. The pain of his loss was to great for me to forget him. Still.. I wait. I believe he was reborn now. I just don't know how to find him. I only know that only he can come to me. It's as if we were in sync. That is why I sing my music. If he heard me, or saw me, he might, might come. All I can do is wait.
(Year: 2005-July7) Today I went live on television and revealed my secrets of my life and music to the world. I only left out the part that my brothers' were still alive and I had magic. They wanted proof that I was immortal and I said it would be to graphic to prove on live television. That night, I had a visitor come to me. It was Marcus. He wanted to see how I was doing. Then I had another visitor. And this beat all the times I had ever been shocked. It was my idol, Chester Bennington.