I'm getting all confusing again, aren't I? I'll just start by summing up my history - what my life was like before the Dark Gift was bestowed upon me.
I grew up in a small town in lower Ireland. I was the middle of five children, all of us different looks-wise. I had an older brother, Seth, a young brother, Samule, and two sisters, Eternity and Charity, the three of use making triplets. We were all close to one another and would have done anything for each other. Until our parents passed on, that is. I was 18.
Two years later, after seeing Seth marry a wonderful girl named Paige, and my sisters each become engaged, I too found myself falling for a wonderful man named Endymion. He was everything I had ever wanted in a man. He had hair black as coal and midnight blue eyes. He was perfect. And that scared me.
See, my mother had always told me that, if a person doesn't have as least one fault, they're too good to be true. Endymion was definately too good to be true. I tried, for months on end, to find out what his one fault was, and when I finally found out what it was, it frightened me. He had been disowned by his family.
Now today, that may not seem like a big deal, but back then, it was just unheard of. Without your family, you were nothing. Pointless. A useless pile of flesh, blood, and bones. After hearing this, I was faced with a serious dilemma. To continue our relationship would almost be blasphemy, but now that I knew his fault, I loved him all the more. Then, a month before my twenty-second birthday, on May 31, 1804, he proposed ~ and I accepted.
A month later I had my birthday. My family threw me a party partially for my birthday, partially for my engagement. After I had sent all the drunkards I call family home, Endymion and I went walking. It was that night in which we were attacked and our human lives lost.
Over the next few centuries, Endymion and I separated, unwillingly on my part, though. Last I heard of him, he was trying to supress his vampiric urges in California while I lounged peacefully as a music teacher in a small city in Michigan. Then, I got word from a friend of mine in California, as to what Endymion was really up to and what had really been going on.
Mr. Darien Shields, as he is now called, has been trying to find a 'cure' to, what he considers, his curse. Trying to find a way back to being human.
I guess he wasn't having much luck in suppressing his urges. I'd have to pay him a visit after school lets out.
