Unmasking The Vampire

My story is like the old ones you’ve heard many times before passed down. Alas I am the one that was left out. The newest of the old family. Mortals seem to be familiar of the Vampire Lestat and his vampire companions. Now I am going to tell you my life in a short synopsis. My name is Raven Du Vall, I was born in Naples,Italy in the Age of the Italian Renaissance. I was the only daughter to the infamous assistant of Leonardo Da Vinnci and his mysterious lover. I grew up among two older brothers Satanos and Micheal. My mother was a very quiet woman she lived by the old ways of the italian women. Or at least that is what she told me, and so did my grandmother Aribella Sephora. I remember then many people asked of my grandfather..sadly he was one I knew nothing of. My mother told me he died before I was born. My family was not of a wealthy race but we were not poor. That rose to my ancestors fall or so that is what everyone lead to believe. I remember always hearing my father and grandmother arguing over the issues of it.

In those days I was young only seventeen at the time of it all. I was the type of girl who kept to herself mostly. I would rather sit in the fields west of the villa and paint rather than have tea parties and gossip with the other girls. Indeed I was very different from most and that is what lead me to what I am now. I remember the night I left Naples, it was stormy and my brothers begged me not to leave. It hurt me to see them sad, and I know my parents were grieving. Though I cannot recall now as to why I left home that night it started an incredible adventure. I was Paris bound, an aspiring actress is what I craved in the young years. I remember that night I saw him. He was traveling with a theatre. His name was Lestat de Lioncourt though he went by his stage name Lestat de Valois and his companion Nicholas de Lenfent. Brilliant they were but yet very mysterious to me. The fact I had only seen the two men at night sparked my curiousity.

I had only been in Paris a week, I made friends with a local girl that worked in the theatre with me. Marissa Locke, an extraordinary actress in training hundreds of men and women awed over her beauty and she gave me acceptance and inspiration. Thinking back now I can remember telling her of my fancing the young man Lestat and she would giggle and sneak me close to where they would be staying. On warm nights I would sit a few feet from their resting place and listen to Lestat play his violin that was given to him by Nicki as he called him. Everything about him seemed marvelous. Little did I know what was to come.

Three weeks after the last night I sat and listened to him play his violin I was taking my usual walk in the park just as the sun was setting. I didn’t mind staying out after dark when the moon was full on a night like this. Terror interrupted this peaceful night walk. I remember it completely. Walking along lakeside no one was out but me when I saw a shadow behind me. My heart started racing and my mouth went dry. Quickly I picked up my pace but it was too late. The individual caught up with me, grabbing hold of my arm, he was very much stronger than I. I screamed as he forced me down on the wet grass from the light rain showers of the early afternoon. I was screaming and pleading with him not to hurt me as he roughly robbed me of what little money I had brought with me on my walk tonight. The man never talked but I feared the worst when I suddenly felt him pry my legs apart and clamp his dirty hand over my mouth to keep my cries quiet. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as he ripped at the dress I was wearing and his free hand plunged roughly at my delicate body.

I couldn’t move underneath his steel like body looking up at him helplessly. It was then Lestat stood there over his shoulder snarling. My eyes widen and tears of relief rushed down my face as he quickly grabbed the man who tried to fight him. This was to no avail. As you can imagine, the two fought and moved a few feet away from me as I sat up still in shock and crying. My eyes burned and everything was blurry from my tears. I could scarcely make out Lestat now kneeling over the man that no longer moved. When he walked back to me his face seemed flushed and he kneeled down in front of me. Looking into his eyes I sensed he was different and he was cold as he touched me lightly and I clung to him and cried. Gently he picked me up, cradling me in his arms her carried me back to where he and Nicki were staying. It was then in his prescence Nicki argued with Lestat out of my hearing. Lestat had put me in the small bedroom not far from the kitchen where I lay in bed and listen to him now play his violin after he and Nicholas exchanged some harsh words that I couldn’t hear as I difted in and out of conciousness. I remember breathing in the scent of the rooms. It smelled as if it had been closed off for months, it was a very musky and heavy smell. It was his scent that overpowered everything else, I could smell him on where where he had cradled me so tenderly against his chest and it clung to me like a heavy cologne. Before I knew it I was asleep in the warm bed now safe and out of harms way.