The Story of Katarina

The cold night rain trailed down her pale cheeks, creating the effect of the tears she so desperately wished she had the ability to release. Raven-colored strands of hair hung limply down her back, plastered to her skin as the light drizzle turned suddenly into a downpour. Ice-blue eyes stared into the depths of golden-brown, simply waiting. The last remnants of scarlet faded away from the edges of the iris of her own empty gaze, but it seemed to have fled to the body lying prone on the ground at her feet. Slowly, as if torturing her with the knowledge of what she'd done, the blood-red color of Thirst overtook the lovely golden-brown eyes of the young woman. One of her elegant, pale hands came up to touch her lips. They were still covered in the blood she had taken. A sound of pained grunting brought her attention back to the ground. The woman had awakened. Her appearance, however, had altered. Now, stark-white hair and a red-hued gaze stared back at her. She rose from the ground and stood before me. She bowed her head and spoke a single word. That single word which sealed the fate she had foolishly walked into. A fate she had purposefully been avoiding all these centuries. "Mistress."


This was a word which she never expected to be called, but remembered using on someone special many years ago. They say once a vampire turns you the life is blissful, I want to know who thought that this statement was true.. I was turned when the bodies of your victims could be left in the open and people were afraid to ask questions. I was turned the same year that the prostitute murderer by the name of Jack the Ripper began her reign of terror.


I can remember walking the streets wondering “am I next, will he find me and kill me”, no instead it was a vampire. I remember her following me into a dark alley, her clothing much more beautiful than my own. She was short in stature and very catlike, and strong, and she cornered me; she pulled her coin purse from her skirt and threw money on the ground. When I leaned down to pick it up she grabbed me by the throat and stood me up right. Her strength was much more than I expected, and before I could get a word out she bit into my neck and left me for dead. I woke in an infirmary the next morning; I felt as if death came for me and left me to suffer. I lay on the bed wishing the pain would go away and just let me die. That morning was the last time I would ever see the morning light. That night after the lights were dimmed and all of the patients were medicated, she came to me once more. Her voice was as soothing as a mother calming her child, “are you ready my darling pet?" I nodded my head and tried to relieve my dry throat; she bit deep into my neck and drained me within an inch of my life. She bit her wrist and let the blood trickle into my mouth, my ties to the mortal world left me the same time my heart beat did.


I looked around the infirmary as she stood to leave, “come my dear, the world awaits." I stood and followed her out the door, none of the nurses seemed to care that I was leaving. Her accent was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, she showed me her favorite places to hunt and her favorite places to hide. This woman was the mistress in my eyes, not once in the next thirty years did she ever make another vampire. Her main focus was me; I was her child & I was to remain in the body of a nineteen year old for all eternity. My hair never grew it remained long, as the styles changed in the world so did our styles. Mistress was the best at keeping with the fashions; her favorite game was to court the older gentlemen then bleed them for every penny. She told me this is how we can afford our beautiful things; men pay for them and we wear them. But men bored me, I wanted excitement that only another woman could provide which brings me full circle to the night I became Sara’s Mistress. And that will be another story……