Post by goodbrasaturdays on Mar 2, 2009 15:21:45 GMT -5
“Oh my god! Someone call an ambulance!” a hysterical woman shrieked as she crouched over a man, clutching his wrist as she frantically tried to detect his pulse. Another woman watched the scene with an amused smirk, only leaving when the ambulance had sped off and the police had escorted the sobbing woman away.
The woman stepped out from the shadows where she had hidden herself from suspicious eyes. She knew the man would survive. She had left him barely alive, drained of the majority of his blood and with no memory. The only trace of her on him would be the bite marks all over his body and the red lipstick mark she had placed upon his forehead when erasing his memory. She smiled at her handiwork, erasing memories had been a nifty little trick her sire had taught her.
She frowned at the thought of the one who had turned her, Nathaniel. He had been hired by her husband to kill her centuries ago after they had met in the local tavern. She’d been sitting quietly, crouched over her needlework, doing everything a good wife should do when she’d found herself held against the wall by her throat. Nathaniel was a cruel man, telling her about her husband’s wish for her to die and asking her how it felt to be worth a few golden coins. It was at this point she finally snapped, she rummaged in a pocket in her apron and pulled out a large quantity of gold which she threw at his feet. “I’m worth a lot more than that. I’ll pay the rest as my darling Edward seems to have forgotten to,” she growled furious that he had paid someone to kill her. After everything she had done for him this was how he treated her? She’d cooked, cleaned, given him an heir. She’d always kept quiet and had done everything he demanded of her and this was how he repaid her? Nathaniel had found her response amusing and had given her a choice: he’d make her a vampire or he’d kill her. It hadn’t been much of a choice but she chose the former.
It had been the best decision she had ever made. That night she killed her husband and his mistress, her son was abandoned on her father’s doorstop and she took all her husband’s money and moved to Belfast with Nathaniel to enjoy her afterlife.
The woman looked to be in her mid twenties, she’d looked that way since 1670. Her once long red hair fell around her shoulders in waves, she’d cut it into a short bob during the 1920s and it had only grown a few inches over the decades. That had been a fun period in her long afterlife. She’d worked as a jazz singer/dancer in a speakeasy in New Orleans, occasionally working for a member of the mob as a hitwoman. She’d bump off his rivals and people who owed him money and in return she was allowed to pick any guy she wanted from the club to be her pet and he’d turn a blind eye.
The man she had abandoned on the bench tonight had been her pet as had many other men over the years. They gave her their blood and she gave them what they wanted, be it sex or money or anything else. If they broke the rules they died. They only ever lasted a few months though before they became anemic.
It was easy to seduce them by playing the part, with him it had been the poor defenceless country girl lost in the big city who needed a macho guy to save her. With others it was different, the ditzy girl next door, the innocent girl who’s never been with a man and of course the woman who would lead them astray. It was obvious from the ‘50s style black dress which hugged her hourglass figure what part she was playing tonight. Excitement danced in her green eyes as she began to walk away, heels clicking softly as she walked.
Evelyn Roberts. A man eater in more ways than one.
I hope it's ok >_< If you need any more information let me know ;]
I have a whole big history and other things for her ^_^
The woman stepped out from the shadows where she had hidden herself from suspicious eyes. She knew the man would survive. She had left him barely alive, drained of the majority of his blood and with no memory. The only trace of her on him would be the bite marks all over his body and the red lipstick mark she had placed upon his forehead when erasing his memory. She smiled at her handiwork, erasing memories had been a nifty little trick her sire had taught her.
She frowned at the thought of the one who had turned her, Nathaniel. He had been hired by her husband to kill her centuries ago after they had met in the local tavern. She’d been sitting quietly, crouched over her needlework, doing everything a good wife should do when she’d found herself held against the wall by her throat. Nathaniel was a cruel man, telling her about her husband’s wish for her to die and asking her how it felt to be worth a few golden coins. It was at this point she finally snapped, she rummaged in a pocket in her apron and pulled out a large quantity of gold which she threw at his feet. “I’m worth a lot more than that. I’ll pay the rest as my darling Edward seems to have forgotten to,” she growled furious that he had paid someone to kill her. After everything she had done for him this was how he treated her? She’d cooked, cleaned, given him an heir. She’d always kept quiet and had done everything he demanded of her and this was how he repaid her? Nathaniel had found her response amusing and had given her a choice: he’d make her a vampire or he’d kill her. It hadn’t been much of a choice but she chose the former.
It had been the best decision she had ever made. That night she killed her husband and his mistress, her son was abandoned on her father’s doorstop and she took all her husband’s money and moved to Belfast with Nathaniel to enjoy her afterlife.
The woman looked to be in her mid twenties, she’d looked that way since 1670. Her once long red hair fell around her shoulders in waves, she’d cut it into a short bob during the 1920s and it had only grown a few inches over the decades. That had been a fun period in her long afterlife. She’d worked as a jazz singer/dancer in a speakeasy in New Orleans, occasionally working for a member of the mob as a hitwoman. She’d bump off his rivals and people who owed him money and in return she was allowed to pick any guy she wanted from the club to be her pet and he’d turn a blind eye.
The man she had abandoned on the bench tonight had been her pet as had many other men over the years. They gave her their blood and she gave them what they wanted, be it sex or money or anything else. If they broke the rules they died. They only ever lasted a few months though before they became anemic.
It was easy to seduce them by playing the part, with him it had been the poor defenceless country girl lost in the big city who needed a macho guy to save her. With others it was different, the ditzy girl next door, the innocent girl who’s never been with a man and of course the woman who would lead them astray. It was obvious from the ‘50s style black dress which hugged her hourglass figure what part she was playing tonight. Excitement danced in her green eyes as she began to walk away, heels clicking softly as she walked.
Evelyn Roberts. A man eater in more ways than one.
I hope it's ok >_< If you need any more information let me know ;]
I have a whole big history and other things for her ^_^