welcome to the town of winfrey , a town which unknowingly harbours a wide array of blood-lusting creatures
named after the very town that lost its entire population to that very name
it's a rather small town, its population seemingly fluctuating con...
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the night elowen winfrey was discovered was no doubt one to remember, not the sort you wished to be reminded of but rather had to. embedded in books of history and the minds of every vampire to every roam the earth from that day on
she was a woman- or a girl rather, or inherited beauty , a beauty which held an ethereal unnaturalness to its appearance. alluring in every pair of eyes that caught onto her features
this appearance caused many a male to fawn after and over her, only to be / for the most part / politely declined. yet the words of rejection never did set in well with ill-minded men, as they muttered curses and screamed accusations the most common one being that she was a witch for why else would she decline their hand in courtship? respect, dignity and decency was her answer although they wouldn't take it of course
she was a cautious girl, one who was driven more by her brain than her lust for blood ; however, this one night was different. her drink having been spiked with some sickening chemical by a male who had eventually lost her in the crowd, as pure adrenaline pumped itself through her veins. her vision having quickly grown to be hazed by bright lights and chemicals && her animalistic side came out to play
it all began to go downhill the moment her closest friend, Killian, had aggravated her. even she wasn't sure how they'd began to fight, but the small argument soon blew up beyond proportion and they were screaming insults and emotion fuelled words. Killian attempted to try and take her hands to take her from the club setting and home to somewhere where she could sleep off the alcohol. hoping to apologise for his rash ways. wether it was fright that triggered her initial reaction or simply resistance, a reflex action, she'd shoved him back — hard. harder than she'd thought possible
he connected with an echoing slam into the brick wall, head smacking back against a jagged brick. no matter how swiftly and consistently her tears fell, nor how she'd tried to stop the blood with her torn dress, nor how she compressed his chest and tried to wake him... Killian never opened those beautiful ocean blue eyes of his again Killian, the one who'd been there for her after her father died in a hunting accident and her mother was accused of being a witch and burnt at the stake along with her little sister
she had no one left
no one
what happened next was a bloody blur , elowen was always know for her quiet ways. the way in which elegance poised every movement and her words were nothing but eloquent. allowing others to push her around, but even more so they'd direct their hatred for her apparent perfection at her guardian ,Killian. she blamed them she blamed all of them
by the time she came back to reality, the entire town was silent and strewn with blood not a single word was uttered, for other than the girl of porcelain skin who had crimson dripping from plump lips , no one else remained
it was then that her eyes lost their cruel red hue, and realisation sunk in what had she done? she didn't do this... no, she couldn't have she wouldn't have
a figure sleek with a cloak of night, shadow kissed with steps as quiet as death itself, strode over to the girl curled up on the earthy terrain
looking up to meet eyes of raven black, nothing else but the piercing gaze meeting her own bloodshot ones; tears curling their way down the mixture of light blood and dirt that caked her face
"I-I didn't meant too"
her voice croaked out, barely reaching through the cold night air
no other words were exchanged for so many hovering moments
before the hood was pushed back and an almost spitting image of elowen stood proudly before her, shoulders pushed back in pride. barely a difference, other than the greys streaked through her curls and worn appearance of her once full lips
crouching down alongside elowen, a careful hand paced firmly upon the girls shoulder
"oh but honey, you did"
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it was this night that was forever recorded in vampiric and human history alike, although both told very different stories. the humans simply held utter disbelief and named it as a shadowless psychotic murderer who had slaughtered the town. for those in their high government wouldn't dare share the secret that could destroy their society
nonetheless, she was remembered for both the good and the bad each side loathing each other for it was the humans fault that she had broken, lashes out ; they'd pushed her dangerously far and had to pay the consequences the humans , those who knew, blamed it on lack of discipline and rules that was the reason for so many 'innocent ' casualties
and all these years, the loathing from each side, almost seething hatred for some, hasn't died down
