Memoirs in the Dark
My story begins in Sussex, Englandin in the year 1591. I donot know my lineage beyond this point because I was discovered on the front step of a catholic church and was raised there as Catherine -Elise Lorence. when I turned 80 years of age I became the Reverend Mother until my 100th year of life , when my story truely begins.
Chapter1
I was giving evening prayers with Sister May, when as though the wind tore the doors off of their hinges, the doors flung open and a small girl crawled through the rain into a puddle on the floor. She was drenched and obviously frozen. Her skin was ashen white as though she was a coarpse. She gave out a meak cry. " Help me please...Help me," with that she sunk into a deep sleep.
She slept for several days in Father Franklyn's bed chamber.
One night I awoke with a start and went to pray for rest and peace. As I stood up and turned around I saw the young girl, she looked only 14 maybe 15 years old.
"Ah, child , you startled me."
"Oh," she said in false apologies,"I am so terribly sorry Catherine."
How did she know my name?
"It is alright, I see you are well."
"Yes I am," she said this with inflecton of a woman many years older than she looked. It made me feel so unsafe, like not even God could protect
me. She must have senced it.
"Oh you poor dear, you are scared aren't you?" the girl said as she came ever closer with every breathe. As she came closer I saw her to be much older than I originally thought her to be.
"Don't fear me I am here to help you, to save your life," She said in a strong voice.
She was right beside me now and caressingmy neck.
"But I am here now."she wispered in my ears arousing every sence in my body.
She sunk her fangs into my flesh and as soon as she did this I felt this strange sencation that I had felt only once before, when Father Joseph died, This un relenting sorrow. It was as though this emotion passed from fang into blood and from blood to soul.
Chapter 2
I awoke in a dark room, but I could see even better I had in years. I knew I was not in my own cell though I did not know where I was.
As I left, I realized that I had been in a mosolieum. I read the plack on the door and it read like this;
Here Lies Reverend Mother
Catherine-Elise Lorence
January 18,1591-June 20,1691
May God Rest Her Soul
"Oh how sweet, they must have really loved you Catherine."
When I turned around I saw the creature who had bitten me only hours ,it seemed, before.
"Ah good evening Catherine," as though just becoming aware I was present. "I am Laura DeLauhrenzita"
I was astonished. How DARE she speak to me as though we are new best friends! She visiously attacked me,like some kind of animal.
"I am certain you have many questions but we leave I have a coach waiting to take us to London, but we must leave now."