As an orange leaf floated from the tip top of a large oak tree, a young woman, meant to be burned and ended up scorched, sat on a branch of the same tree. She watched life go on without her, as if her presence never truly mattered, like Earth would keep spinning if she hadn't been sitting on the limb. Elisabette watched as the grass grew and froze, over and over again, each year without fail. If one were to truly look, they would notice how her eyes practically matched the falling leaves, the symbol of a new Autumn.
The years were not kind to the young woman, seeing as humans never truly change. Yes, their fashion and morals adapt to the century they're in - most of the time, that is - but man will always be the descendant of animal; and Elisabette knew this to be their biggest strength and the cause of their inevitable downfall. The once bright-eyed mother, now barren and venomous, found herself beside herself with boredom in the current time.
Although she knew it to be a risk, she found herself on The King's court, despite the fact she had no particular interest in Charles II, only the luxuries that came with being a royal mistress. He never questioned her ginger irises, only the color of silk she wore draped across her pale skin in the late hours of the night. Sometimes, however, despite her prevalent status, Elisabette found herself wandering the streets of London, partly to show off her royal garments and jewelry, and partly to remind herself of the struggle she came from. Though, she had forever to remember and the commoners were barely expected to live past 30.
As she flitted down the cobblestone street, Elisabette had to stop suddenly, her predatory instincts rising to the surface with the prevalent scent of blood. Her eyes became black and venom pooled in her mouth, and she knew she had to find the source. Servants in the castle began to fear her when others went missing, and she remained silent - only showing the glint of her razor sharp teeth and her crimson eyes. The fear ran deep in the castle walls - not that Charles cared - and Elisabette began to feed on animals to silence the whispers. Even though she craved human blood, she sustained but the scent of the warm substance would be her breaking point.
She found the source in the depths of the sewers, where a nomad was preparing to kill his fear-paralyzed prey: a young blond man, clutching his bleeding neck. Elisabette hissed at the opposing vampire and grabbed at his arm while clutching his head and began to pull in opposite directions until his head finally detached from his marble body. She took her place on the ground on her knees beside the young man and smiled at him.
"This'll only hurt for a second," she claimed before she began to finish what the disembodied immortal had started. Before she could finally give him what he craved, Elisabette began to bite at his neck instead, injecting him with her venom. She leaned down, whispering only as loud as he could hear, "I lied."
