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600 years later, Melanthe would make her very first Childe. She found her walking the dangerous streets of Dead City. She was human. She was very brave walking the streets owned by the paranormal. Humans who dared even enter the city limits were most likely torn to pieces by hungry rabid werewolves. In fact, Melanthe found this human being attacked by a hungry werewolf who had been lured by the scent of her human blood. It was dark and murky out. The streets were lowly lit and dirty. Things lurked in the shadows. You most likely would not wish to know what they were. Melanthe ....use to calling herself Lanthe in her own mind...heard high pitched screams and decided to check it out. Her footsteps barely touched the dirty asphalt and almost not a sound was made. If she passed you, you would feel the slightest swish of air and a soft sound. She streaked by like a blur to the human eye until she reached the place the screams originated from. She wasn't even out of breathe. Standing there, she assessed the scene.



One small girl, was cowering in fright as a large grey werewolf hovered over her. Its fangs dripped saliva and it emitted ominous growls. Its claws drew back to attack. Lanthe usually doesn't even care for humans. She likes to eat them or torture them, but something about this girl called to her. The girl's hair was black and silky. Her eyes shown up into the werewolves face with pleading. A small tear was on the verge of trickling down her delicate white face. She was almost too precious to disfigure.



Lanthe leaped into action. In a few seconds she was beside the werewolf and had its paw in her grip. She exhibited a large amount of force until she heard a crack as its bones were crushed. It howled in pain and snarled at her. "Don't fucking drool on me you ugly beast," Lanthe snarled. Her fangs extended into sharp white points. Her eyes swirled their strange variations of color faster as she became angry. She drew back her own hand with her nails extended into sharp black claws and smacked the werewolf in its face creating long bloody lines. The werewolf snarled and whimpered in pain and angry. She didn't stop though. She leaped onto the werewolf and threw her arms around its rib cage and squeezed real tight until its rib's began to crack. The werewolf collapsed in pain. In one final move, she bit down and shook her head causing the flesh to tear and rip. She had ripped its throat out. All the while the human just watched with round eyes. She had been saved...momentarily by Lanthe.



She explained who she was to the girl and found out the humans name, Selena. It seemed Selena had a brother who needed help. Selena had to go through Dead City to find this help. So she braved the streets of Dead City and unfortunately had came across some beasts. So Lanthe took her in. She healed any scrapes or wounds she might have had. Lanthe decided she would not last long as a human. So when she got her safely into her home and cleaned up she sat her down and explained a few things. "Selena, you cannot survive through your journey as you are now. You need to be stronger, faster, and more aware of your surroundings. You need to be ..non human. I will change you into what I am. I will be your sire. Do not try to deny me because if you are not my Childe then you are only food to me." Selena understood this. She was somber and quiet. She wasn't sure how things would turn out. She would be different. She may be able to save her brother but she would not be able to stay with him. If she did she would probably accidently attack him in hunger.



So that night Lanthe fed from bagged blood so she would be well replenished. She took Selena into her arms and crooned to her softly, making her relaxed. Without warning she struck, her fangs sinking deeply into Selena's neck. She drank until she was on the verge of death. She quickly bit into her own wrist and put it up to Selena's lips. The blood dripped into her mouth slowly. At first Selena was so weak she could barely swallow. But eventually she gained more strength and began to suck mouthfuls of blood. Finally, Lanthe pulled her wrist away, slightly weak from blood loss. "It is done," Lanthe said. Selena began the transformation. Her skin and hair became perfection. Her eyes changed to the strange color variation that was the same as Lanthe's and her canines grew long and sharp.



Selena was a new born vampire. "It is time to teach you the ways of a vampire, my Childe," Lanthe said to Selena. Selena nodded slowly. She couldn't help but gaze about at everything in wonder. There was so much more detail to everything. She could hear better. She could even smell the slightest things from miles away. "You are no longer human, so do not fancy yourself to have human emotions. You will hunt and feed, on humans in fact, and many things," she said to Selena. So she took her out into the night and taught her to slowly stalk her prey. They left the streets of Dead City and entered into the human towns. There they found a slightly well dressed man. He was clean and did not smell of drink or sweat. "He shall be sweet to taste," Lanthe said. Her fangs gleamed shiny white. She grinned in excitement. She never tired of the hunt. "I will show you, then you will do as I do," she told her. Lanthe quickly snatched the human man and dragged him into a dark ally. She hummed into his ear with a magnetic voice until he calmed down into an almost lethargic state. "You do not want to him make too much noise around here. The humans have their hunters and would stake us as fast as they could," she told Selena. She extended her fingernail into a sharp point and made a small incision into his neck. "Now drink, in fact, do not be shy about killing him," she ordered her. Selena hungrily fell upon him and drank until he was almost dry. "Ah ah ah, do not drain him until his heart stops. If you do you will take his death into yourself and you will die too," she informed her. Selena dropped the man from her arms and let him fall to the ground.



From that night, she taught her how to survive and how to hunt. She taught her how to fight and defend herself. She would need every skill she could learn. "I am also a witch but I was born with magic and I cannot teach you spells because you are not like me," Lanthe told her. But she knew many potions that could be helpful so she taught her the art of potion making. It would be useful. They went about Selena's task of helping her brother. They found what she needed and Lanthe helped her back. There she made her brother well again. Though she could not stay. That night she cried. Her sorrow was tenfold of that of a human. "Vampires feel pain like no other because we feel more than any human could ever feel," Lanthe told Selena. From that night, Selena left her brother to survive on his own, only occasionally coming by in secret to leave him food. He did eventually move on and accept he would never see his sister again. He grew into a man and prospered. Lanthe promised Selena she would never harm him and would in fact make sure him and any family he may have would stay safe. So Selena stayed with Lanthe in her large home. There was room enough for both of them after all.



To be continued.

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TheVampyreNico
06:18 Sep 14 2012

Wow, I love this story can't wait to see what you have in store for the next story!!!

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Melanthe was walking about the woods at night like she usually does. She did this so often that she wasn't afraid. So in her mind she thought, "Why would anything go wrong?" The animals scurried away from her in fear. They knew what she did to their brethren. The creatures small and large were known to die by her hand in horrible ways. She wasn't uncaring of feelings or what was right or wrong. All she knew was that she loved to make others feel pain. So they were smart to stay away lest they wished to die like the others; slowly and painfully.



Her thick black boots crunched over crisp leaves as she walked through the woods. It was in the middle of fall and the leaves were beginning to turn and fall from their branches. She lived in a naturally cold place. So her breathe puffed out in a little white clouds from her mouth as she breathed. The air was crisp and refreshing. She could take her mind off of things and just relax. No constant whispers of thoughts from other heads. Only animals making little noises and constantly trying to stay a distance away from her.



Since she was so relaxed, her guards down, mentally and physically, she was unaware of a presence lurking in the shadows watching her. Though at other times as she grew up she felt a presence watching her at awkward times. She wasn't frightened of much so she usually shrugged it off. The way she saw it she would take anyone on who dared to confront her. Her wings twitched and moved on their own, her muscles constantly struggling to keep the wings heavy weight under control. They looked light and soft, but they were flesh and bones with soft and thick black feathers. Her amber eyes watched the path and only the path infront of her; which was quite UNWISE. Her hands randomly touched a tree here and there as she went. Just as the clouds covered the full moon, it seemed as the night became pitch black making an opportunity for the bystander to make her move.



She quickly stepped from her hiding spot and was upon Melanthe in a minute. She never even made a sound as her arms wrapped themselves around Melanthe, despite the encumbering wings, and her fangs sank into her neck. Just as they penetrated, Melanthe's eyes went round in surprise and a small shriek escaped her mouth. She tried to struggle but it was no use. She wasn't strong enough,despite her early claims of being such a badass. She was no longer the hunter, but the hunted. She slowly went limp in the woman's arms; her lifes blood beginning to drain almost to the point of death. She finally retreated from her bite and whispered low into Melanthe's ear, "If you do not wish to die then take what I have to offer you." Melanthe realized she was on the edge of death. She didn't really wish to die quite yet. She was young, only 21 years old. She was enjoying her existence somewhat. A small sound escaped past her lips, "Please." The woman knew what it meant though it was only one word. She raised a wrist to her lips and bit down hard. She withdrew her fangs and quickly held her wrist over Melanthe's lips. "Drink my child and become what I am," she whispered back into her ear. Melanthe's lips opened and received the dark crimson liquid and began to swallow. It was hard to do anything at first, being on the edge of death but slowly she began to become stronger. Her arms wrapped around the woman's wrist and brought it to her lips. The taste was rich and sweet, each pull was like a shot of pleasure and adrenaline to her system. Her knees began to tremble and she moaned completely enthralled. Soon the woman pulled away with an abrupt "Enough" in a loud voice and fell back.



Melanthe convulsed and moaned as the blood coursed through her system. It was painful but she loved it all the more. Her DNA began to alter and her body began to lose any bit of human she ever had left in her. Her skin hardened but still felt soft to the touch. Any scar she may have had disappeared. Her eyes changed and began to shine a strange variation of colours from pink to green, gold and purple to blue. Rather than one colour in the spectrum they dazzle as all and none. Her already sharp pointed teeth began to change as longer fangs grew in making it easier to penetrate. Her nails became much stronger and thicker, able to change in size and thickness so they could be weapons if she so wished it. As the change finished she stopped moving. She breathed slowly and smelled new things. She gazed into the sky and saw further than she ever could. She could see every detail in the trees, the leaves, the rocks, the dirt, and she could even see each animal that tried in earnest to hide from these two very dangerous creatures. She could make every detail of each animal from distances away. A loud burst of laughter escaped from her lips and that too stopped as she listened to the sound of her own voice. She could now hear the pitches and sound waves it made. She could hear miles and miles away. Everything was different. Everything was...better.



She sat up slowly and stared into the eyes of her maker. She slowly smiled her newly grown fangs pointing out from her lips. "I'm hungry," she said abruptly. The woman smiled maliciously and quietly said, "Come." As she stood up, so did Melanthe. She ran quickly in a direction at a fast speed and Melanthe followed. In a matter of minutes they stopped at their destination. Only a few feet away was a bunch of lost humans. "You will take one and I will take the other," her maker said. They quickly and quietly converged upon the humans and snatched them up. Melanthe being sadistic let her human scream as she slowly lowered her fangs to pierce her neck. "Yes, scream more, more!" she told her. The human lady screamed in terror little "oh no please don't's" coming from her lips, little sobs and hiccups too. Melanthe reveled in her terror and finally sank her aching fangs into her neck. She went slowly and let her feel the pain, making the human cry and scream all the more. She drank and drank until the human was near death then dropped her carelessly to the ground. The human gasped and convulsed until her last dying breathe escaped her lips and the light went out of her eyes. Her maker watched her in pride. "Very good," she told her. "It seems you're a natural, my dear." She had finished with her human quite faster too hungry to enjoy any of the humans pain or suffering. "By the way, my name is Jo Súiletine, you may call me Jojo. No need to tell me your name for I know it already. You see I have been watching you for sometime already and decided it was time to make you my child," she said. Melanthe smiled in a evil happy way. "I am glad you chose me sire," she said to Jojo. "I feel as if I were always meant to be as I am now," she added. The two converged together and began to converse. Jojo taught her the ways of the vampire and hunting.



To be continued.

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TheVampyreNico
06:08 Sep 12 2012

What a very good story indeed I look forward to read more when you find the time.

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Also another character I created.



Mortal Age Actual Age

25 300



Sire

Species Werewolf

Bloodline DeAmbrose





FAMILY Mother: Vampy DeAmbrose



Offspring of Vampy: Camellia Sita-Kali DeAmbrose



ABILITIES Heightened senses such as smell, taste, touch, hearing, and sight.



Faster healing and speed; stamina.



Shifts into a very large white wolf. Her ability as an adult to shift is very good. It only takes her a few seconds to shift into her wolf. Contrary to popular myth she is not half wolf half woman. She looks like a combination of a large bear and a large wolf. She is very large.



HAVEN



FEEDING When she is human she eats what most humans eat but a larger quantity. When she is a wolf she hunts and kills animals and devours them raw.



LOOKS Blonde hair with streaks of honey gold and brown.



Green eyes that shine like emeralds.



Golden skin that is soft to the touch yet is resilient to any kind of force to cut or penetrate it.



Facial features include a slightly curved nose that pokes out cutely, full wide lips that are a dark cherry red, a heart shaped face, oval eyes, and long dark lashes.



She is 6 foot tall in her human form with long tan legs that are hairless. She`s muscular in every place. She burns calories fast so she is naturally athletic.



When she is a wolf, her fur is long and pure white. When standing on all four legs her height comes to six foot six inches. When standing on only two legs she is thirteen feet tall. Her eyes a light green color when in wolf form. Her teeth are very large and sharp.



NATURE Cammy is sadistic in nature. She enjoys torture and loves to bath in blood. The smell of fear gets her excited and will on occasion make her shift into her wolf and go on the hunt.



She`s known to play with her food. She loves to hear them scream and beg for mercy though she never gives it.



DEMEANOR Cammy acts oddly towards most people. She likes to create a scene with her words. She`ll tell her next victim how he`s going to die.



She doesn`t care for humans much. They die far too quickly.



The only affection she shows is towards her mate or siblings. She doesn`t have many friends, only the ones that enjoy torture as much as she does.



She`s highly aggressive and doesn`t care about much. She doesn`t trust many either.



FLAWS Everyone has flaws but why would she tell you to them? Only her most trusted allies and lovers know her flaws or weaknesses. The people closest are the ones that know them best.



HISTORY Camellia Sita-Kali DeAmbrose was born on April 9th, in the year 1712, to Vampy DeAmbrose; father unknown. Vampy was in labor for most of the night with horrid pains. Her baby girl seemed to be putting up a fight to stay in the warm cocoon that was her mother`s womb.



After 12 hours of labor, Cammy came into the world. She was a screamer. She had a full head of honey blonde hair, thick and curly. Her eyes shined with intelligence. As soon as she was handed to her mother, she quieted. They stared into each others eyes and smiled at one another. They were like identical copies of each other.



It was the beginning of an exciting start. Cammy wasn`t a normal child you see. She was a special child. When she was only a few days old, she shifted quite painfully into a wolf cub. The loud cries and screeches woke Vampy from her bed. She was quite alarmed in fact that her child was shifting so quickly. Usually, werewolves do not shift until they hit puberty. But Cammy was full of power and strength.



Oh, doesn`t sound wonderful to you? Well, for a mother who was also a werewolf, it was a wonderful but frightening thing. Her child was so full of power and promise. They would be great and terrible together. They were naturally sadistic, these women. Might be quite creepy for some, but to others of like nature and humor, it was quite a delight.



By the age of six years old, Cammy had hunted and killed 100 animals..and ate them...raw. She learned from her mother the sadistic art of playing with her food.



By the age of twelve years old Cammy had murdered 200 humans, and an uncountable number of animals. She had yet to kill a creature of supernatural species though.



By the age of eighteen, she had broken ..and eaten a number of male hearts. She so loved the hunt, especially when it was of humanoid species. Cammy was acquiring quite the reputation of pain, torture, and sadistic glee.



The moment of her most brightest accomplishment was when she killed a vampire. It wasn`t easy but it was fun. Vampires heal quite fast you see. So he lived for weeks before he finally died. She loved the torture she inflicted on him. The pain she caused still echoes in the room of his death.



[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Another character I created.



Mortal Age Actual Age

24 100



Sire

Species Elven and Vampire

Bloodline Graie Bloodline





FAMILY



ABILITIES Elven Abilities:

Glamor

Magic



Vampiric Abilities:

Heightened Senses - Speed, sight, hearing, strength, touch, smell, taste.

Hypnosis

Telepathic

Accelerated Healing

Healing properties in her saliva



HAVEN The Asylum is Carrow`s temporary home away from her family.



FEEDING Carrow feeds on anything she can sink her fangs into. She rather enjoys drinking human blood though. It has more flavor and life force. Animals taste more dull and don`t quite fulfill the blood hunger.



LOOKS Hair: Her hair is white blonde. It`s long, wavy, and luxurious. Her hair shimmers when the light catches it. Different strands of color appear in her hair as the light hits it making her hair seem to glow.



Skin: Her skin is a creamy peach color. Various tattoos mark her arms. The texture of her skin is soft yet strong. Only preternatural nails or teeth come close to cutting her skin. She also seems to glow from under her skin.



Eyes: Her eyes are several shades of blue. They range from dark to light. Like shards of saphires in the night and day. When she is motivated by emotion they swirl with colors. If you make direct eye contact with her you`re likely to be drawn in, like prey to the hunter.



Body shape: Very athletic, but curvy with large breasts and long legs. Her appealing body form is one of many facts that help draw in her prey.



As for apparel, she wears short leather dresses a lot of the time. They`re sexy and set off her generous frame, while being short and easy to move around in, if she needed to move fast. In times of comfort, she wears loose fitting jeans or shorts along with cotton blouses. For shoes, she likes spiky stilettos when she`s showing off and sturdy boots when she`s fighting.



NATURE Carrow act`s like a redhead with a temper. She`s spontaneous and impulsive.



Carrow is also naturally independent and strong. She tends to take things into her own hands before asking for help. She can also be very stubborn at times.



DEMEANOR Carrow`s behavior tends to differ towards people. Sometimes she feels nothing and doesn`t care at all. She can kill without even a twinge of guilt.



Despite her tendency to not feel she is capable of emotion. If she loves someone she loves passionately. If she hates someone, well let`s just say it`s bad. You don`t want to be on her bad side.



She is loyal towards her family. She spent most of her 100 years with them. They`re one of the very few she even cares for.



She doesn`t quite care for humans though. She tends to see them as food. She normally doesn`t give them any substance in her mind. She even enjoys killing them.



Carrow also can sometimes be positively mischievous. She will do naughty things just to create chaos.



FLAWS Impatience is one of Carrow`s flaws.



One of her weaknesses is extreme sensitivity to sunlight. Even the merest touch of UV rays on her skin can burn her.



She`s also still handling her blood hunger. So the smell of blood can draw her in towards the person who is bleeding and send her into a frenzy. For this reason, she rarely goes out into large crowds of living people.



HISTORY

History yet to be written.

This is actually part of a character I created on vampire roleplaying game site and I would like to post it here. Please keep in mind that this character is fictional and any "power" included is fabricated and not real. If I offend anyone please forgive me. Also the history section is unfinished.



Birthname: Melanthe Lyssa Lelantos

Born October 31st, 1230s (Born half human and half angel with natural magics; witch)

Became immortal at the age of 21 [actual age lost count] Sired by Damien Delecroix

She is now vampire with her magics in tact. She has large black wings that she was born with, given to her by her mother Tweets. So she is half angel and half vampire.



Vampire Powers:

Has the power of pyrokinesis

Has the power of telepathy

Has the power of telekinesis

Has the power of Empathy

Has the power of Fast Healing

Has the power of Manipulation



Uses the powers of Black and White Magic



Black Magic:

Powerhand of Blood: the power to make a small cut wider and make a person bleed to death in a matter of minutes.

Has the power of Blood Armor

Has the power of Necromancy

Has the power to Control Hordes of different Animals such as bats, wolves, gargoyles, dragons etc.

Has the power to summon objects at will using her mind.

Has the power of teleportation



White Magic:

Has the power of Foresight

Has the power to Heal others physically and emotionally

Has the power to create serenity and set a person at peace within



Other magics:

Has the power over all elements; earth, air, fire, water, and spirit.





Des-cription of her person:



Height: 5 foot 11 inches tall.



Weight: 190 lbs solid muscle



Eyes: When normal they`re a dark maroon color. When motivated by emotion or arousal they turn an icy blue color.



Skin: Very pale skin, but soft to the touch. She has clear skin everywhere not a blemish on her.



Distinguishing marks: She has sleeve tattoos. There is a heart tattoo on her neck. There are several other tattoos on her body such as her fingers, stomach and legs. She also has cheetah print that stretches between her shoulder blades down her back.



Hair: Her hair is a pitch black color. The length varies from elbow to shoulders.



Wardrobe:



She carries a weapon at all times. She likes to wear a casual type of clothing, usually a light clothe something that is flexible during combat. Her favored colors are black, red, dark blue, and dark purple. She also wears sexy outfits occasionally just to attract some male or female attention. She wears whats comfortable most of the time for shoes but wears a sturdy pair of leather boots during combat.



Current Home:



House of the Fallen Raven



Feeding:



Melanthe feeds on humans, animals, and vampires.



She also plays her food too. She`s most likely to drag a few humans home and chain them up. She can keep them for days until they have no more blood left to suck from their veins.



Vampires live even longer and put up a fight. She most enjoys playing with weaker vampires. Sometimes they`re a little scrappy and she actually has to put a little effort into killing them.



Nature:



Melanthe is quite flirty most times. She loves and hates just like anyone else does. Her nature though is to be outward and blunt. If she`s feeling something she`s mostly likely to tell you and tell you to your face.



She`s also quite sadistic. She loves to make others feel physical pain. She loves to torture a person for hours until they finally die in agony. She`ll have a grin on her face while she`s doing it too.



Demeanor:



Intelligent, confident, but quiet around strangers and talkative around family and close friends. She likes to stick to places that are familiar to her and comfortable.



Though she can have short outburst of anger or temper. If you step into her territory and threaten it she`s likely to tear you to pieces.



Flaws:



Her kindness can sometimes be a weakness just as it can be a strength.



Since she is so very old she can forget that she is not un-killable. She has her limits and she sometimes forgets them.



When it comes to her partners, she can be quite jealous if someone else flirts or tries anything she doesn`t like. This is quite distracting to her.



Since she loves her partners so much, they can be a distraction if she`s worried about them.



History:



Melanthe was born to the parents of Tweetly and Dark Storm. She was not born into wealth. It was dark times in Europe. The year was 1230 that she came into the world. Their family was small then. They only had a few other children besides Lanthe.



Lanthe was a special child. She was quiet. When she was born she never made a scream. She just gazed into the nurses faces and smiled at her mother as she was given to her. On her little back, was an imprint of a black wings. Little did they know that they would later on spring from her skin and become real. She was born with a thick curly head of hair. Her eyes were a swirl of gold and blue. Oddly, her teeth were sharp points meant to pierce and tear flesh. Her skin was a opalescent color. She was a very beautiful baby, despite being slightly odd.



She grew quite fast. Little odd occurrences happened now and then. Dissected animals would show up in places leaving a distinct aura of pain. Even as a child, Lanthe loved to torture things and create pain. Though her parents still loved her dearly all the more.



When she was 12 years old she came into her womanhood. Thus, things became even more strange. As her body filled out, her wings began to come into reality from beneath her skin. And not in a gentle way either, in fact, it was very painful. Her mother worried over her daughter as the wings slowly and painfully began to grow from between her shoulder blades and out from beneath her skin. The imprint of wings began to fade as they came into reality. Screams of pain could be heard miles from where their home was. Weeks later it was finished. Soft black feathered wings had grown to an enormous size. This made walking quite awkward. She had to learn how to balance herself with these huge wings coming forth from her back. She stumbled quite often and was quite angry most of the time. It was a delicate time. Everyone had to walk around Lanthe as if she would break.



A few months later she got used to them finally! Thus she ventured back outside and stumbled upon a girl only a few years younger than her. Oddly enough she felt ...sympathy and affection for her. She was small and fragile. She looked to be about 8 years old. She was all alone sitting on a rock. "Little girl little girl," Lanthe called. "What ever is the matter?" she asked her. The little girl looked up and her eyes grew round. "I..I..I..I got lost," she stuttered nervously. She gazed at Lanthe`s large black wings with round eyes. Lanthe knelled at her feet and took her small little hands into her own. Lanthe looked up into the girls small heart shaped face and smiled kindly up at her. This was a rare occasion for Lanthe was not kind to many people except her parents and siblings. "What is your name, sweeting?" she asked her. The little girl looked down into Lanthe`s face and answered, "My name is Lissette, but you may call me Lissy." Lanthe smiled again and told her, "I will help you find your way home, Lissy." That day they walked through the woods as Lissy directed her from the way she had came and got to know each other. They giggled together and laughed and played. They felt as if they were sisters. Lanthe the older and Lissy the younger. At last, they found their way from the forest and Lanthe deposited Lissy to her home where she met Lissy`s mother Elayna, and Lissy`s father Falco. She declined their invitation to stay for she had been gone for quite a long time and her own parents were probably very worried about her.



From that day Lanthe and Lissy were best of friends and bonded sisters. They did many things together. Lanthe taught Lissy to hunt and Lissy taught her how to hide and be sneaky.



Lanthe grew older as the years went by and became more beautiful and cruel to most and only kind to the people closest to her. She broke many hearts and learned many naughty things.



One day she met someone named Damian Delecroix. He was the dark, tall and handsome type. He was mysterious and dangerous looking. Yet that made her all the more attracted to him. Though he was married he seemed to be quite the ladies man. Women flocked around him and Lanthe stood a little bit away but still gazing upon him.