My name is Magdalene , I turn 500 today, but I hardly show it, in fact I don't look a day over eighteen. You could say I'm alone, you could say I am a killer. Both are true, yet untrue. I am alone in the world yet there are many of me. I kill out of need, yet my victims do not die. So does that make me a killer or a god? I have never figured it out, and suspect I never shall. I don't recall much of my past and have no plans for the future, but I am certain of this, I am Magdalene DeLuca, I am a vampire and this is the record of my life.
If you were to have ask me where I would be in 500 years I would have said..."dead". I was born in Cagliari, Italy, when it was still a part of the kingdom of Aragon. I lived a charmed life, the daughter of a rich merchant, who loved his little girl, and a Sardinian socialite mother, who died when I was young. I used to think I was blessed by having a perfect life. My father gave into my every whim, if I wanted a new dress with gold thread, it was there, if I wanted a finer horse I would be given it. I thought it was magic, that a godmother of some sort made it all appear. I live in a magical time, of music and art, when music was ever growing and something new and unexpected was around the corner. Every opportunity was open to me and I tried all of them. I was not only rich but I was bestowed with beauty, and was that envy of women and the desire of men. I have or had dark black hair, and blue eyes that put the ocean, on the clearest of days, to shame. I was petite and graceful as a hummingbird. I always thought I would marry a handsome merchant or prince but alas life had other plans for me, who would have thought that my beauty would be my demise.
I may not remember much of my past, but one day has remained crystal clear, the day I "died".
