my story

This site is decicated to firstly, my story of course. Secondly to the understanding of Toreadors. Not that vile form that fights bulls in Spain. How gruesome. No the lovely, wonderously artistic amoungst the vampire clans. Even as I tell my story you will see the romance that is us.

My story as it is so far..

I hope you are getting a feel for the place. This is my abode and it is my wish that you will find something here to help you understand my world a tad better. Enjoy yourself but be careful, not everything is at it seems. I should say first off that I am Princess Juliette. I am the Primogen Of TheToreador 4th Generation.

We are often criticized as being over egotistical and self centered. I think not. Soon I will explain the basisof my arguments but first I must give you the layout of my history. You see in my life, as opposed to what I call my death, I was a renowned artist and musician. I painted large murials that people would come from the four corners of the earth to view and then pay homage to. I also sang as a soloist in the opera quite often but my art always came first. To make a long story short I was never short of admirers.But I digress. I have gotten ahead of myself. It was a dark and humid night and I was painting a murial at the opera house that I was currently singing at. The house was packed every night and my fans sent so many roses that I had to have 4 people help me carry them home every night. I looked at the stage one night and it suddenly dawned on me that the stage needed something. I had thought of hiring someone to come in and paint a murial for me but decided against it. I occurred to me that I was the only one who could really do my vision justice so I started working. The hours passed and before I knew it it was the wee hours of the morning. I thought that I had heard a cat and fearing that it would get paw prints or fur on it I went to chase it off. I know I really saw this though it seemed like a dream at the time. I saw a black cat whose eyes were such emerald in color it reminded me of a jewel. Then suddenly it became a tall and mysterious man. Like pouring milk into a bowl, he just changed. I thought to scream but his eyes didn't change. They had me so mesmerized that I couldn'tthink. Then suddenly he began to speak. His voice resonated through me like water through the earth.

"I have heard your voice and now I have seen your art, may I have the honor of

hearing you speaking your name?" As the words rolled through me I finally recalled just

what my name was.

"Juliette, kind sir", I finally stammered out.

He told me his name was Sir Stephen. Then he stepped up to me and took my hand, kissing it and lightly letting the tip of his tongue gently graze against my wrist taking the breathe from me. Then he asked me for something.

"Kind Lady I need something from you, it means

life and death to my soul, please humor me."

At this point I would have given my life for

him, little did I know that is just what he wanted.

"What would that be sire?"

"I need an embrace

from you." He purred in my ear.

"Most certainly kind sir. "

He opened his arms and I steppedinto them, noticing a chill coming off of him but so lost in him was I that I had not the time to think on it. I felt his fangs sink quickly into my neck and I swear I never felt the pain of it. Soon I felt faint from the blood flowing from me. Just as my knees buckled, he picked me up in his arms and gave me a garnet challis filled with what I now know to be bloodwyne. It was warm and thick and as I drank it I felt the strength returning to my limbs but I dare not say anything as I loved the feel of him.That was the beginning of my death. Less than a month later, we were wed in a little chapel in his kingdom. I know the sound of a couple of vampires getting married seems odd. Yet it was all so beautiful. It was like stepping out of one dream life and into another. The chapel seemed filled with our love. The walls were covered in candles scented of angel tears, white roses, orchids and gardenias. My gown was an off-white, long and flowing one with tons of lace and real white, yellow and peach roses. As I walked down the isle to my love, my head spun. I felt so light and airy I could hardly move. I reached for his hand and when he finally was able to reach me, my knees fell weak and I had to be temporarily supported to stand. I barely remember the vows but do well recall the feeling I had during our first married kiss. It was as if heaven had come to rest in my heart. I do recall that many of the people I met that day made be a bit nervous but I thought that was just butterflies. Little did I know they were plotting against my love. The chief of these was a man named Christoff. I dismissed my fears all to soon.

We spent many wonderful years together and sharedmany a hunt. Till one fateful day when a traitorous vampire tricked the love of my death into drinking poisoned blood. Though it had not the power to kill him it pained him in ways I can't begin to describe and so I was forced to kill him so that he wouldn't have to live in such agony. As the dagger fell into his heart I gave him one last kiss and then departed to find his associates and link with them to find his traitor and kill him and his clan and thus we remain in search of him to this day.

This is my story and I hope you will see it for what it is. It is a journey filled with pain and joy, hope and defeat, loves and hates. I hope you can connect and maybe even learn something from it.. I have done much in trying to find the people behind the murder of my love. What I have found has astonished me. It would seem Stephen was betrayed by most of those in her inner circle. Christoff was his left hand man. He had at one time been a vampire warrior, killing all of our kind that he could. Then, due to an accident, he was turned himself and used this to his favor in getting close to my Stephen. I will one day make him regret this. So far I have found and killed the following traitors.

Lady Willington - secretary of the interior

Sir Eddington - finance minister

Chancellor Williams - foreign affairs

will add more as I have them.

One night, eons ago, I walked the streets of New Orleans a caged animal. I walked late into the morning, trying to work off a feeling of dread. I knew something was not right but couldn't figure out why or for that matter what. Just a numbing feeling of dread.

As I walked down Burbon Street I was approached by a man who seemed to know me.
"Do not go that way, you have been noticed and you are being followed."
I gasped with a start as he spoke.. who was he?

Before I could ask he had vanished but I recognised his smell. Who was he, why did I feel I knew him?

I thought back to other simular nights.. I had smelled that fragnance before. I hasted the other way and found myself walking out of town.
Suddenly I realised I was at the walkway to a mansion, way out in the back woods of Louisiana... how had I gone so far so fast?

I looked up at the house and felt drawn to it. I had to go there. I began to run, not knowing why and was at the door in no time. I knocked and there was a quick answer. A short, motherly woman answered and beckoned me in.

"Princess Juliette, we have been waiting for you. Do come in and rest yourself. The others are in the parlor."

I was confused to say the least but I went in to the parlor and the first face I saw was that of the man on Burbon Street.

"Kind sir, might I ask who you are?"

"I am this mans servant and as such, your protector. " He glanced at a man standing in a corner with his back to us.

I approached his position but didn't come to near.
"May I have your name lord?"

He didn't turn around but he answered in a familiar voice, I just couldn't place it.

" I am the lord of this manor, I am LeGrey. Do be at ease with me, I am here for an old friend."

"May I ask whom?"

"Yes but I am not at liberty to say just yet. Sit and rest we will talk more soon."

I couldn't shake the feeling this had all happened before. The longer I stayed in this room the foggier my head became. Time seemed to stand still. A man walked into the room and I could feel the mood shift to one of urgency. I sat straight up in my chair and looked around as if snapped out of some unknown dream.

"Juliette, I am glad to see you here. What we are here to talk about will no doubt be unbelieve to you but please wait to hold judgement until I am finished."

I nodded, concerned with what might come next.

"I have been in contact with someone very close to you. He has passed on but he has informatin vital to you at the stage of your life.
The Prince, you late love, has sent word that you are much closer to his truest enemy than you can know. Not only that but he is after you, as we speak, he seeks to destroy you and your mission for justice."

"Do we speak of Christoff?"

"No, but rather his employer. One of great power who stands clouded in mystery and cloaked in shadows. He is the real terror that stalks you." His face seemed more grim than anyone I had ever seen.

"What should I do? I must finish my mission or all I have done to this point is for naught."

"You must succeed or more than that is at stake!
The one that stalks you, he is out to destroy all our kind. You must fight this battle for us all but you will have to go to meet your beloved again and it will take risks to do this. You must be willing to put this mission above your revenge."

"Do I have any time to think on this?"

"No, time is of most importance right now. We must have your answer."

"Ok, you have it, I will just tell me what I must do."

He told me I had to go to the swamps on the edge of town and look for a blind woman who would know me before I ever reached her house and would send her hawk for me. I agreed and left the house.

When we finished talking and I was ready to leave, the air become heavy and I could hardly put one foot in front of the other. It was not long before I couldn't move at all. To this day I have no idea what they did to me but I passed out (probably not the right terminology for a vamp) and didn't rouse for 3 days.

I had his words running thru my head, or should I say tried to run thru my head. I could hardly remember my name right then. I lay in my bed no knowing how I had gotten there or why the people who had taken me wanted to talk to me. I just remembered a smell.......

I awaited night, restless, trying to decide whether I was to return to the mansion or not. I could not remember much of anything that happened after I entered the library, only that I had to find that smell. I had to speak with the man who possessed that smell. Something deep inside kept telling me that he was important and that he knew what I had to do.
Did someone tell me I had to go somewhere and if so why? I strained trying to remember until my mind became so foggy and confused that I could no longer chase the memory. I decided that I had to return to the mansion but when I got there, there was nothing more than a concrete foundation with the charred remains of what had been walls.

I walked up closer to get a better idea of what had happened and realised that those I had met that night, must have been there when it burned to the ground because I am could see their profiles burned into the foundation. What a horrible way to go, then I smelled the faint scent of holy water and knew that it was the work of vampire exterminators. They had been killed like mice in an attack, with no warning and no where to run. I felt an anger that I had not felt in many years. My anger had become dulled with time and perhaps I had not used all of my passions to persue the guilty parties but this was no longer a problem. My resolve refreshed, my determination aflame with the fresh fire of this new attrocity, I looked for clues.

As I sought the icons left behind in haste, an aroma hit my nostrels and I was snapped to. There it is again. There is that smell. I followed the smell, which became stronger with each passing step. I found my self running, faster and faster until I came to a place where the strength of it nearly overcame me. I looked about for the source and saw a man, in a long black cloak with the hood pulled tightly over his face. I ran to him and dared not touch him.

"Sire, may I ask who you are?"
"Juliette, has it been so long, that you do not know me anymore?"

My knees were aquiver, I recognised that voice. I stood stunned, not sure of how this could be. "Twas the voice of my most beloved, my prince. Stephen.

I dropped to my knees and stared at him. I watched him as he approached me and extended his hand to me.

"My lady, you know this was never the way with us. Stand by my side as it should have been all this time. Do not fear my touch, I am your love. You are still that thing that pushes me forward, even in my destruction. Listen carefully, I have but a small window of time to tell you all that I must to preserve not only you, but all our kind. Christoff has gone into a pact with a fierce sorceror and is even now getting information on where all the covens of vampires remain. When he has accomplished this, he will give this information to the sorceror and with that he will send out a wraith, formed from the fires of the sun to complete consume us. Whereas we do walk in the light of day, none could resist the heat from these fires and would be reduced to ash in seconds. When I leave you, you must go to the place I will show you and do not hesitate to kill all you find there.
Take no one as the allys I have chose await you there."

With that we walked to an alter where a map was laying spread wide. I looked as a tiny flame marked the city I was to go to. We spake for what seemed like hours and he bade me farewell until the time we should be reunited.
In parting he made me promise not to destroy Christoff's body when I abolished him from the realm of vampires, when I asked him why, he only told me we would need it for not only protection but also to aid in our reunion.

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