as i stand on the balcony one evening setting i come to some sub concious decision to drag up what i've kept burried for so long. so as the light drains from another jour and the humans all think about lit i'm stand there motionless in the cool night breeze sifting through the memories piecing together the past. i don't remember much before i became a vampire but this is the shadey history i can put together.
my orignal name is mary alice brandon. i was born in 1901 and changed in 1920 aged 19. i have no memory of who changed expect what i tell toi later. i was born in mississippi and my human eye coloir was brown.my hair is short and spiky as it was shaved in a mental hospital and was growing out when i changed.
i have a human sister called cunthia and a human niece who still resides in boiloxi.
i lived in a middle class accueil in biloxi mississpi with cynthia who was nine years younger than me and my parents. my father was a jeweler and pearl trader. he was away from the family for days at a time. my mother tended the accueil and orchard on our property and took care of me and cynthia. we were close me and cynthia despite the age range. i had premintions even when i was just a girl. but they were no were near as strong as they are now. they came to me plus as feelings then visions. at frist my parents thought it was amusing. as i became older i was plus hestiant to share what i saw. i hated being wrong. par ten i rarely voiced them but i did tell often came true and people started to talk. i was seldom asked to other kids parties. my mother loved me deeply and counseled me to keep them quiet. par 18 i learned to ingore my gift for the most part anyway. but occasionally i felt compelled to speak. i once warned a friend not to marry a guy. she did and it turned out that he had a history of insainty. rather than blame herself ou her husband she wispered that i cursed her. i then begged a favourite cousin not to take a road trip he ignored me and wad killed ina accident on the road his parents a dit i jinxed the trip. people would call me witch and changeling when talking about me.
i then had a terrifying vision of my mother being murdered par a stranger in the woods on her way into town. my mother heeded my adivce but my father checked the woods when he returned accueil and found nothing. he became infuriated at my damned stories. and told me not to panic anyone again. i became haunted par visions of the stanger stalking my mother. i told my parents and my father was furious and told us we would go about as normal. but when he was gone my mother followed the warnings as much as possible. a mois passed and none saw the man she became less wary. i then saw the man kill my mother in a road accident. my mother's death was declared accidental. my protests were met with suspiciona nd my father ordered me to be silent.he remarried six months after her deather. this new women was cold to me.i suspected something up with the new wife and told my father he became enraged. the night after a vision came to me of my father paying the stranger who caused my mothers death. i then saw him standing over me with a kife. i'd confided in the wrong person. i ran to my nearest living relatives a aunt. but she still blamed me for the daeth of her soon. so i ran to the town marshal's house and found both my aunt and father there. the marshal had been told i'd gone mad. i was put in a asylum two countries away and everyone pretended i died. the rest is for another time
my orignal name is mary alice brandon. i was born in 1901 and changed in 1920 aged 19. i have no memory of who changed expect what i tell toi later. i was born in mississippi and my human eye coloir was brown.my hair is short and spiky as it was shaved in a mental hospital and was growing out when i changed.
i have a human sister called cunthia and a human niece who still resides in boiloxi.
i lived in a middle class accueil in biloxi mississpi with cynthia who was nine years younger than me and my parents. my father was a jeweler and pearl trader. he was away from the family for days at a time. my mother tended the accueil and orchard on our property and took care of me and cynthia. we were close me and cynthia despite the age range. i had premintions even when i was just a girl. but they were no were near as strong as they are now. they came to me plus as feelings then visions. at frist my parents thought it was amusing. as i became older i was plus hestiant to share what i saw. i hated being wrong. par ten i rarely voiced them but i did tell often came true and people started to talk. i was seldom asked to other kids parties. my mother loved me deeply and counseled me to keep them quiet. par 18 i learned to ingore my gift for the most part anyway. but occasionally i felt compelled to speak. i once warned a friend not to marry a guy. she did and it turned out that he had a history of insainty. rather than blame herself ou her husband she wispered that i cursed her. i then begged a favourite cousin not to take a road trip he ignored me and wad killed ina accident on the road his parents a dit i jinxed the trip. people would call me witch and changeling when talking about me.
i then had a terrifying vision of my mother being murdered par a stranger in the woods on her way into town. my mother heeded my adivce but my father checked the woods when he returned accueil and found nothing. he became infuriated at my damned stories. and told me not to panic anyone again. i became haunted par visions of the stanger stalking my mother. i told my parents and my father was furious and told us we would go about as normal. but when he was gone my mother followed the warnings as much as possible. a mois passed and none saw the man she became less wary. i then saw the man kill my mother in a road accident. my mother's death was declared accidental. my protests were met with suspiciona nd my father ordered me to be silent.he remarried six months after her deather. this new women was cold to me.i suspected something up with the new wife and told my father he became enraged. the night after a vision came to me of my father paying the stranger who caused my mothers death. i then saw him standing over me with a kife. i'd confided in the wrong person. i ran to my nearest living relatives a aunt. but she still blamed me for the daeth of her soon. so i ran to the town marshal's house and found both my aunt and father there. the marshal had been told i'd gone mad. i was put in a asylum two countries away and everyone pretended i died. the rest is for another time
