Lookie lookie, my first entry. That I shall... grace with the introduction I made up whilst talking with [madhalf] (hes awesome). Hes been hounding me to make more to it, so I will... Mayhaps even make it into a book and publish it, aye? *smiles a little* Enjoy.



I was born in a small cottage, that my da built among the green rolling hills I called home. Ireland was a beautiful place, and still is. I got little schooling, compared to my brothers, and it was all in myths and folklore. I grew up swimming among the fishies, and singing with the birds I would find nesting in the little clump of trees behind our small home. My mum was a good woman, always making sure we got fed, and made sure we all had warm clothing in the winter, while my da was one of the best men you could ever meet. He was honest and hard working, never afraid to displine, yet he never over did it. And he always warned me never to go beyond the trees because, "Its not a suitable place for girls." But, being the stubborn little girl I was, I decided to explore. A breath-taking place. I always knew nature is beautiful, but I never realized it until then. And what’s this?, I thought as I heard giggles, and hushes. I stepped closer to the lake, not too far off into the woods, and saw four lovely water maidens. I heard about them, and how they liked to transform peeping men into toads, and other various animals. Needless to say, they noticed me, too. One of them got up from the water, and walked towards me, strange seeing how they run away from the mere presence of mortals. She fingered a lock of my Autumn hair, unusual for my family since they were blonde, and twisted it slowly about her finger. She looked into my eyes, and I into hers. Right then, I knew she was not a water maiden, but something far more dangerous. I tried to pull away and run. She only caught me, and held me to herself. I became intoxicated with her being, her scent, her essence, but soon snapped to reality when I felt sharp pains in my neck. She sucked my blood as though it were water, and forced me to drink hers after ripping into her own skin. This went on for hours in an endless cycle, before she finally let me go. She carried me to the pool where the ladies waited, and laughed at me. My helplessness. She bathed me, combed my hair, and rubbed strange oils into my skin. Now, I don’t know exactly when the change occurred, it was all so painful and my sense of time had fled, but I as I looked upon myself in her looking glass, I knew I had changed. My skin, paler, my stormy-green eyes darker than before, my left eye having a tinge of violet... What’s this?, I asked myself, running one of my fingers over a fang.
It took not ten minutes. I knew then what I was, and what I had become.

Damned.