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xxtruebloodloverxx

May 15th 1903.

" Being a prostitute's child was never easy. But then again, being a woman wasn't/ isn't easy at all.
My entire life, or better, my 17 years of life have been full of humiliation, violence and roughness because as a child I had to wake up in the middle of the night to my mother's and some stranger's moans. Because every time I strolled out of the house the neighboors would walk away without even looking at me or they would urge their children to run to the opposite direction. That pretty much sums up my life.
I always felt like there was a hole inside of me. A hole inside of my soul. I just thought it was because I didn't have a father, or a mother - since she was too busy with her clients - , or a sibling or anyone for that matter. I don't remember myself ever being held. I don't remember myself ever being told that I am loved. Never. Ever. Another confession? I have never kept a diary before in my life because no one ever taught me how to write. Though, I am certain that even if I had been able to write, my mother wouldn't had been able to afford a piece of paper and a pen. Don't get me wrong, she made a lot of money out of her profession. She just used it all for stuff that would allow her to keep working like a prositute.
I've mentioned that I am 17 and the tenses I am using are past ones.
That's because I've been 17 years old since 1653.
Don't wonder how can something like this be possible. We live in a world where every little thing is possible. Like witch hunts, public human sacrifices to set an example, science, discoveries... I can go on for eternity. Oh, yes, I do have etenity.
My story is quite long. It has been. But I decided it to write it down now because now I know exactly for how much more I will be joining the world of the living.
For a human, it would be much. But for someone who has been alive since 1636 it is not much at all.
But, wait, wait. I haven't introduced myself yet and I am quite certain that my story has some gaps.
Well, for one, my name is Elizabeth De Raven. And I am a witch. An immortal witch.
Witches do exist and they grow old just like humans. But the thing is, that I am not an ordinary witch. I am a 'De Raven'. Or to make it more simple, I am a raven.
That's my bloodline. The name of my cursed bloodline. I call ourselves cursed because we come to this world to fullfill a single cause, a goal or whatever you would like to call it.
And after we do, we die. I was brought to this world to give birth to the next generation of the De Raven witches and to lift this curse from our bloodline.
Don't get confused. It's simple. My children will not have to carry the burden me and my ancestors did. My children will be born to fullfill no cause. They will be born just to live their immortal lives.
I'm so concerned, though. When or how will they find out that they are immortal if I am not around? How will they handle all this power? How can they find out the truth?
That's why I am leaving this diary behind. I am leaving it behind in hope, that one day it will be found by one of my three girls, that it will unite them and unleash those powers, their birth right, their legacy.
We're in 1903. My daughters are not to be born until May 1990. Triplets without the slightest sign of resemblace on them. So, counting from this day, I have 87 more years of life.
So be it. I am not thrilled of joining the world of the dead but if I am happy for one thing is that Josheph, my vampire guardian, will come with me, leaving his vampire son behind to watch over my girls, to become their guardian.
Ah, my daughters. I cannot wait to meet them. Even one second with them will be enough.
I've already picked out their names; Monique, Morgana, Maria.
You three shall be the continuers of our bloodline. You shall be the blessing in this curse.
Because you, my daughters... You are destined for greatness. You will feel alone. You will feel doubtful but know this: Wherever I am, I will always be with you. Always and forever.
And who knows? Maybe one day you three and I can meet. After all, death is never the end. It is just a god damn pitstop. "