My Story

Hello everyone! I am Siobhan, the leader of the Irish coven. My story is centuries old. Unfortunately, I do not remember much about my human life. My coven consists of myself, my mate Liam and my darling Maggie. I met my Liam first and then longing for a woman to talk to I created my Maggie. Of course Liam was not too sure of my decision, but I have a way of getting what I want.

I have always kept my past a mystery from even my closest of friends and family. I was born in Ireland in 1436 and turned in 1455. It was during the War of the Roses. The First Battle of St. Albans claimed the lives of my parents. I had fled into the countryside to escape the fighting. I found a small abandoned shanty just before dark and made a bed on the soft ground. Exhausted, I fell fast asleep. When I woke the next morning I decided to fix the shanty up. I didn't know how long it would be before I could return. I hid in the countryside for a couple weeks before returning to check on my home. When I walked into my yard I found that the house that I was born in had been burnt to the ground. I sifted through the ashes of my life to try to find anything that could hold memories of my time spent here with my parents. Saddened and broken, I returned to my makeshift home.

My life that I had known was no longer. I lay crying well into the night when I heard a soft rustling in the woods around the shanty. I tried to look out into the dark searching for the cause of the noise. As the sound got closer I knew it was time for me to leave the cover of my new home. I quietly crept out and headed away from the noises. As I felt my way through the unfamiliar darkness, I was hit by a force so strong that it threw me into a nearby tree. All at once my world slipped further into it's dark abyss as I felt the hands of my cold attacker tighten around me from behind. I could smell his sweet breath in the air as his mouth made his way to my throat. I tried to fight him off, but was met with strength I had never known before. Every move I made trying to break the purchase his mouth held on my skin sent crushing pains throughout my body. I could feel the bones in my arms and neck shattering under the weight of his grip. I thought my agony would end quickly, but the sounds of passing horsemen diverted my attacker's interest. All at once I was freed from my prison in his arms. I stumbled further into the woods to try to conceal my position in case he returned. I lay in the hollow of a tree when the burning began. The heat of the fire was so intense that, although I could see no flames, I left the safety of my hiding spot. Looking back at the tree I noticed that it was not on fire, but that I was internally. I decided then to try to cool my body in a nearby stream. The cold water ran over my skin doing little to ease the heat. It was days before I could feel some relief from the inferno within. I awoke that night with a great relief. All the pains that I had felt were now gone, but a burning in my throat still lingered. On the winds blew a new scent, I searched and found the origin of this tantalizing smell. My instincts took control of my actions and I fed for the first time on human blood.

Horrified, with the heinous act I had committed I took a dagger from its sheath on the dead man's body and drew the warm blade across my throat. As the blade crossed over my skin a piercing screech could be heard. I expected my blood to spill draining my life as it flowed from the wound, but nothing happened. I then drew the dagger's blade across my wrist… nothing. I tried again and again to break the layer of skin covering my wrist… still nothing. Angered with the failed attempt to take my own life I threw the dagger into the woods. This is when I heard a strange laughter. I looked towards its direction and noticed a figure moving out of the tree line. The figure started to speak to me in a Gaelic dialect. "Cad is ainm duit?" (What is your name?), the figure asked. I answered him, "Siobhan".

Tomas is ainm dom. (Tomas is my name.) An bhfuil pian ort? (are you in any pain?)

I answered, "no". At this point he started speaking to me in Latin. The words came so fast that I could barely make out what he was saying. I did catch the word Lamia, which I understood roughly…to be vampire.

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