The Back Story of Shadowz

This is the back story, the beginning of Shadowz. I won’t bore you by saying I’m from the late era’s as so many have been there and done that. I will provide you with the history of my family, and then of my vampire family. I have taken the time to sit back and think about this all, and decided that maybe it was time for my true character development to be brought to light. My mortal family as much as this pains me to sit here and put this to print. Was really nothing. I didn’t have the comforts of a warm loving, caring, devoted family. My family was all for each other and to hell with unity. So I really won’t waste the ink on them because they were nothing to me. Just as I was nothing to them. I grew up in various places, hospitals, group homes, and so forth. I learned to rely on no one but myself for pure survival. I survived abuse and torment after each time, only becoming stronger and stronger that eventually I could no longer feel physical pain. I had learned how to manipulate and get things I wanted or needed from others, I had learned to read people extremely well, and how to disguise myself as normal. Even though I was never normal. I learned things at excessive rates, and was always into teaching myself things, that could only better me. My true friends were animals, dogs,wolves, cats, and so forth, That is what has kept me human all these years, even after being embraced into a monster. The compassion I hold for animals is my link to humanity.The only true test I put myself through daily, making sure that link with animals never dies, and it helps me keep that blood thirsty fiend locked away until it’s time to unleash it and let it be released for a while, then it retreats back to it’s cave.
I have no siblings, I had nothing but the company of animals growing up. It was then I realized that I did not know what I was missing, or if I was even missing it at all. It was during this time that I grew up learning how to avoid being detected, and learned to live under the grid hiding from the world. But something took notice in that. Well I shouldn’t say something, more like someone took noticed. It was then at the age of 18 I was approached, kidnapped, and it never bothered me. I just figured if I was going to be killed that no one would miss me because no one knew I really existed in the beginning anyways. I had no contact with my mortal family and kept it like that. It was then I found a home with my new Father, that I learned to know what the meaning of family was. We would sit down in the library they had let me lived in, and with Drake at my side, or my feet sleeping we would sit there and talk from sunset to sunrise about his childhood, his being adult, and his being turned by my grandfather. During one of our talks, he had revealed his true age to me. He was 175 years old, and looked damn good, but that was because he was embraced in his early twenties. Now that I’ve had time to sit back and think about it. He never did give me the year he was born, probably because in all honesty he really didn’t know the year, so I traced it back to 175 years from Nineteen Hundred and Ninety-Five. So that put him roughly in the 1820’s that he was alive, and would make sense, but the other thing that I often wondered about him and it was then because I had asked about his accent. It was a different from what I’ve heard, it wasn’t quite exactly southern, Irish, or even English. It was then I found out, he was of Irish Decent. Which really had me intrigued even more because I had known my mortal family were from Scotland and Ireland. So as the nights went on and we talked more and more, I had found out that he was the prince of his family. That their last name was erased from history because they would not accept the ways of the Catholics and it was then I found out that he too was an outcast. He was kicked from the family and that is when my grandfather, found him, took him in,  fed him, clothed him and etc. It was after about 5 years that he was offered the chance to become immortal, but there was a catch, the vampiress that my grandfather took was mad with insanity, and it was through their blood bond and both of them becoming strongly dependent on one another that I had learned that the blood was cursed with extreme madness, and that if we killed another kindred, we would be poisoned as well. Talk about having a screwed up family tree in immortality.
I miss the talks with my Father we had then, but I’m thankful that he took me in, and taught me what he could, there isn’t a day that doesn’t go by that I do not miss the men in that family. It was different for me and them, because I was the only woman they had ever embraced into the family. So they all become my brothers, watchers, protectors, and it’s a shame that they were taken from me only after a month of my embracement into the dark life. But it’s been since 1995 that I was brought into this world, life, the dark path, now here I am 17 years later and I was so dead inside from losing that family that I gave up on that part of my life. Learned how to live and pass myself off as a human, and even though at times it was tough, I did it. Thought I had found everything I could want, only sadly to still be tormented, abused, and abandoned off and on. So this is the back story to Myself, my character, and the vampiress you see walking around today. Enjoy it, and watch more of the tale unfold before your eyes.