There once was a girl named Caressa-Reine Elita Dracul (who went by the name Reine more often). She was a very beautiful girl with long black hair which was often styled in a nearly gothic way. She had, or should I say, does have strikingly light grey eyes which pop out against her pale skin and darkened hair. Growing up the way she did it was no surprise she took on a more Victorian gothic style, however she added her own modern twist to it. She also tended to follow newer forms of the gothic style, but preferred not to go to an extreme with it. One wouldn't be surprised if she could pull off any sort of fashion style, for she was thin enough to be a model, but curvaceous enough to turn heads often. She was, even then, known to a beauty among vampires.

It is a mere understatement to assume that Reine has lived an interesting life. For she has never lived a life of normalcy. Things that are considered abnormal to some are considered far too normal for her own liking. Reine was raised by Adrien Dracul, an elder among vampires. He was, and is the source very source of her family line. Much like Maharette, he too had a family previous to his dark change, and was born to it much earlier than Marius had. His family, at the time consisted of only his daughter, who looked very similar to Reine herself. This daughter grew up sheltered by her father in secret of being vampire, but to her knowledge, as a daughter of just another nobleman. Unfortunately, she met her end before her time; She had been struck by lightening at still a vibrant age, but not before she and her husband had had a child of their own. Adrien was very saddened by loss of his only daughter, but he continued to look after his family through the centuries. He felt it was his duty to protect those that he held dear to him.

Throughout the generations there were many girls in Adrien's family that resembled his first daughter. However, they seemed to be more beautiful each time they were re-incarnated, so to speak. There were approximately 4 girls in Reine's family line, before the incredibly beautiful baby Reine, herself, came to the world. However, when she were born, her mother knew Adrien personally, unlike the other generations, and he knew Reine had no acclaimed father to speak of. Her mother soon died the night she had given birth, and Adrien took it upon himself to raise Reine, naming her after his first and only beloved daughter. What he didn't know was that this little girl's soul was very special and was re-incarnated for a VERY special reason that would only unfold over time.

Before we begin our tale of mystery, romance, and obstacles meant to be overcome; we focus in on a time much before the birth of our heroine. Though it may not be familiar to you, it is the streets of France; carriages moving about and the rest of the world zooming about as if it could never sleep. A time much before tourists came flittering about as if to see the sites that have accumulated over the years. Among this crowd of bustling people stands two figures, nearly still as stone. The first figure, clad in deep reds of velvet with dark hair short upon his head; the second, a pale dirty blonde dressed in tan's and white's, whom looked more exhausted and hungered than the previous.

Journal Entry:

I was starved that night, for I had not fed much the evening before, troubled by this new life that was forced upon me. Marius had taken it upon himself to follow me into town as I found my meal for the night. I think he finds my outings interesting, as if he were watching a pet learn some new tricks, but I was not bothered by his presence. I rather enjoyed my dark father's company, I found him invigorating in many ways, and possibly as interesting as he found me. He stood out in the world, yet camouflaged in its entirety all at the same tame. He was an amazing character to watch, in any case. He always strikes me as a powerful force, and yet almost maternal in his teachings.

My eyes had scanned the crowd, making my decision on who I had wanted to make my meal from that night...There were so many choices of which I could choose from, and I had yet to make my decision. Had I wanted a villain, who had sinned so often that their blood was dark and almost tainted? Or perhaps a nobleman with rich blood, thick and pure? A strapping young male who's blood called for the promise of hard work that could pump freely through my veins as well...I couldn't make a clear decision of which stood out for my cravings this evening. Marius seemed to watch me, with my thoughts, with interest, yet not look at me at all; amused as always.

Suddenly, my eyes came across someone who made my non-beating heart almost pick up and rapidly patter...She was indescribably beautiful, and everything about her caught me off guard, which is not a normal attribute for a vampire. She was walking with what appeared to be her father, by the way he spoke with her and how she followed him promptly. She nodded quietly as he spoke, his words a mere blur to me even now, but she seemed to catch my stare as well, nearly completely forgetting her father in the process.

Through the ever moving crowd, our eyes seemed to lock as if they would never leave their position again, locking as if for all eternity. Those light grey eyes, which still haunt me and forever will haunt me until the day I ash, seemed to look into my darkened soul and I knew then I wanted her for my own...Not as my meal...but perhaps as an ever-lasting partner; someone to hold and make love to every night until the end of eternity. I longed to feel her skin against my own; to feel her eyes look upon me with adoration and longing all at once. Yes, it was something too highly hoped for, but it is my own right as a male to do so.

In nearly a blink of an eye she was gone from my sight, forever lost in the see of humans that not even my vampire sight could see through clearly. Even still, my eyes frantically searched the crowd for her long silky black hair and lightly pale skin. Even then I knew that I had lost something special, and it almost pained me to find that I had lost her. Marius, of course, knew of the momentary connection between her and I, and I could see him smirk in the corner of my eye, yet not move a muscle at the very same time; a trait I had come to love in myself as well as those I consider dear to me; which are far and few between mind you.

"Do you want to feed on her?" He called to me, leaning into me ever so slightly. "I could retrieve her, if you like." I could feel the blood of those I had fed on boil under my nearly translucent skin. My violet eyes immediately snapped to his face in a flash that even surprised me in its entirety. I didn't want to end her life like she was nothing. This girl, whoever she was, was far more precious than to become some meal of mine, or any vampires for that reason. Even though I had only shared a moment with her, I knew I wanted to protect her. "No." I said in a firm and cold tone, which made my dark father blink in surprise. I had never really made such a demanding presence towards him, until this point.

My word was law for that moment, and settled my quests for a woman of noble descent. I took her in a dark alley and her blood satisfying my thirst for the night, but not my being. I think I was somewhat...discouraged by the thought of that dark angel never graving my eyes with her presence, but it was of no matter anymore; what's done was done. We soon returned home after Marius found his meal; two drunken males who seemed to have a hidden interest in each other, but only when intoxicate. He immediately went to painting as I played my violin, our nightly routine after we have fed...And while I played one of my own compositions, my mind wandered to her...I wanted nothing more than to have her for my own...but I knew then, and now, that'd I never see her again.