Back in this horrid place...

After Lance-- ravaged me, he put me back. Like a toy, just the way I had been.

-After tying the blindfold and cuffing me back to the bed, he held the other towel to my mouth. I violently pulled away, snapping my jaws.

No way in hell I'm letting him do this to me again!!!

Though my thoughts seemed powerful, contradictingly, my body was not.

I managed to send a few nips Lance's way. However, without missing a beat, he smacked me dead across the face and gagged me.-

I lied there alone with myself for I can't tell you how long. I was starved and dehydrated. I felt anemic. I desperately needed to feed. However, in my quiet suffering, I figured out how old I was.

I'm 291, born on October 31st, 1693. I was born into a well off family. We were closely related to the royal family. We had a huge estate. I did too.. ..Until I pissed off my family. I'm not even allowed to share the last name as my family because of my dishonor.

The used to tell me that because I shared the same birthday as my great grandfather, I was his reincarnate. Therefore, I must also be half demon. I didn't have the yellow eyes, nor the horns, so I didn't believe them.

My great grandfather was of the royal family, being one of Queen Madeline's first children, her twins. Their father was Prince Edward, one of the youngest sons of Satan himself (so they say).

My great grandfather cold bloodedly killed his twin sister because she was blind, saying she was "weak." I can't remember how long after it was, but the Queen eventually had another child and sent him off to be raised elsewhere with an estate and money. Needless to say, he was exiled from the throne above vampires.

After he matured, my grandfather married and started a family of his own. His family was a complete contrast to him. They were gentle and kind. However, due to his ruthless nature, he abused his family and was eventually killed by his own daughter. After they ridded themselves of him, ashamed, they moved to the Americas.

...Then I was born.