Post by Yuuki Kuran on Feb 1, 2012 17:31:35 GMT -4
Viviana Aracilla Dawson
The silence of the night slowly seeps into your subconscious as you tread carefully through the depths of the woods. Though the sheer thought of what is to come, petrifies you it also compels you to continue. There have been stories of an abandoned Estate in which a woman was driven to insanity and her bloodlust drove her to kill her lover. Many people claim to see the woman roam the grounds of the Estate, killing all those who dare come into contact with her. There are many that compare her to a modern day Medusa, while not turning her prey into stone, she would paralyze them with her charms and not long after that she would devour every part of their remains. As you try to psyche yourself out of your own fears by telling yourself this was a dare or pure curiosity, your feet seem to stop only inches from the decaying barred fence that confined the woman’s Estate. Suddenly everything that you once thought to be a myth becomes a cruel reality.
You have an internal struggle within yourself to stop walking but your feet have a mind of its own as you continue to walk past the Manor’s walls, into the very inner sanctum of the Estate itself. The oak doors stand like two dark looming giants before your eyes. As if they sense your presence, the doors creek open for you, allowing you to enter the forbidden confines of Zartanith’s Manor. The darkness within the home reeks of death and send chills up your spine but you stride past the initial warning. As you look around, lavish furnishings, glass chandeliers and porcelain adorn the entire first floor. Your eyes scan the room further to find a beautiful spiral staircase that looked like it had never been used before, the portraits aligned with pure gold held the pictures of the would be Master of the Estate. By this point you sense no fear and walk in as if to claim this property as your own. Finally as you reach the fireplace, you see a beautiful portrait of a woman holding a single red rose, under the frame, stood out the words, “MY BELOVED VIVIANA DAWSON.” The woman’s features were stunning. From the paleness of her porcelain skin, her glistening blue eyes to her plush ruby red lips, every part of her being exuded near perfection. Your eyes look over the portrait over and over but somehow something seems out of place. The once red rose placed upon her hands now tarnished to a deep shade of black. Your eyes widen as you try to do a double take, hoping that it were an illusion, your heart beats faster as the candles in the room light up one after another and a pair of eyes stalk you through the pillars of the nearby staircase.
You can sense that you are not alone and as much as you want to flee, the room seems to enclose around you, ensnaring you within its walls. The once haunting eyes come into full view as you try to turn away from her gaze your eyes fall back upon the picture; the once crystallized eyes now turned a deep shade of wine red. Once again the eerie deception of the portrait takes you by surprise. In the middle of your bewilderment, the vampiress slips out from the dark corners of the room, clearing her throat as if to draw your attention. Within a blink of an eye she stands before you, adorned with a white gown draped in gold and fine silk. Though she does not speak a word to you, her scarlet eyes re-tell a story of bereavement, sadness and betrayal. As you try to avert your eyes from hers, you feel in-trance to continue staring. Then as if she could hear your thoughts, which unbeknownst to you, she could, the vampire begins to speak.
“Didn’t your parents ever warn you never to trespass into another person’s property?” She looks patiently into your wandering eyes, sensing your rising fear as she smirks softly to herself. She slowly makes her way towards you, studying your every move, almost as if she was playing chess with you. A silent gulp slides down your throat and before long you look away, trying to control your hands from shaking. She casually looks down towards your hands and laughs softly to herself but loud enough for it to resound throughout the Main Hall. “There, there, you came here in search for answers and thus I shall give them to you. My name would be Viviana Aracilla Dawson the Queen and owner of this Estate.” She walks around you slowly and turns her back towards you, exposing her nearly bare back gown as she continues to speak. “My husband you ask? Well you see, he had gallivanted about with many women in my absence and believed that I would never know, unfortunately for him, the truth will always come out….” She paused slowly turning to face you, tilting her head to the side. “I am sure you are capable for placing two and two together. I killed him without remorse and reside in his manor which shall now be called the Dawson Manor. As for my parents, I killed them as a sign of my loyalty towards my then-husband. I did not have any remorse for their deaths either, in fact I basked in the torment I had inflicted on them before they took their last breath.”
As she tells you her story you feel the hairs on your neck stand on end and watch her with a heighten sense of fear looming overhead. You back away from her slowly as you feel the cold marble pillar behind you. Viviana looks over her shoulder and teleports beside you pulling out her fan flipping the edges over her chest and fanning herself slowly. “You didn’t honestly think I was done telling my story now did you?” Her red eyes narrow to pierce into your own, causing you to stand still, unable to move. She continues to search into your eyes as she makes her way towards a throne in the center of the hall. Once on her throne, your feet start to move on their own accord, bowing before her. “That is much better, now as I was saying: After the death of my parents, husband and of my very soul as I believed it to be, I grew colder, distant wishing to live in isolation. Yes, the tales are true. I did not venture out of the confines of these walls but alas after several years of loneliness I wandered into the woods to seek out my prey.” She stops abruptly and outstretches a hand towards you. Suddenly you are summoned beside her. Your eyes look around frantically feeling her hands caress around your arms and watch her smirk deviously. “Of course, you wish to know if I ever did find this love that mortals search for. I did for a time. Wesker, Albert Wesker was his name and I believed that it was love but immortals can never fall prey to such foolish delusions. How did it end, you might be asking yourself? Just as most humanistic relationships shatter, so had that marriage. “
Silence starts to cloud the room and slowly suffocates you. Viviana rises to her feet and allows you to move about freely. Her soft voice rings out from the balcony overlooking the stars. “So much has plagued my life if you could even consider it one. No family, no love, not even siblings…. well I retract that statement. I do have a sister, Estella Licrone however she always seem to have her heads in the clouds and drunk off of the love of her Fiancé, Vain to even bother to stand firmly by my side. I only have one purpose…my only salvation….my Lord, my Sire Satt Crimsonfire. He is my Elder, the only man of my Kind whom has not turned me away, excepting my flaws and all. Yes I do have knights, ladies in waiting but none of them could ever replace my Sire. He gave me a home and a life I thought I had lost. You see, our Kind, are sought after and slaughtered by Mortals and ever since then we have been fending to save alive but no longer will I abide in the shadows and should you chose to follow me that shall be your calling.” Her embers burn bright as she jumps down to meet you once again this time only fairly inches away from your face and while you try to escape a dark aura slips down before you and engulfs your entire body. “Oh? Did you think you could leave the Manor and live to tell the tale? I think not for you see, once you swear your allegiance to me it up to me to deem your life either worth or unworthy of such a reward. Currently I am residing over this manor and the people whom work for me, as for you, it is your turn to choose, either you stay with me…or you die by my hands….” With one small laugh she pulls out her dagger and caresses the cold blade over her ruby lips before placing it over your neck, awaiting your answer….
