~Prologue~
Love. In the days of my youth, I never gave it much thought. I was far to wild and ambitious to be bothered with petty thoughts such as marriage and love. Who wanted to be tied down to someone anyways? Not I that was for sure. I was determined not to end up barefoot and pregnate. I wasn't going to be a slave to some old fat rich man and have 5 or 6 children. No. I was going to travel the world, fighting off pirates, exploring foreign lands and claiming them in not the King's honor but my own. I didn't want to be dependent on anyone. For who could I possibly need other then myself?
Looking back on these days I laugh at how naive I was. And I find it so ironic that my worst fear was to become dependent on someone. Or to be tied down to some old man, and now i find myself madly, and passionatly in love with someone who is older than even my father and his father and his father before him. But, the truly funny thing is just how dependent I am upon him. I would sooner rip out my heart then be apart from him. And how the thought of life without him is unbearable.
My name is Evangeline Swan, and this is my story. This is how I met the man who made my life worth living. The man I fell in love with. If you want to call him a man, it isn't really apropriate but i cannot think of anyway else to describe him. A living god perhaps? a fallen angel sent to rescue me? None of these do him justice. This is how i met and fell in love with the man who killed me.