Victoria the truly immortal Vampire

The bird has flown the coop

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I am Victoria. Victoria Ainsworth. I am a Vampire and 685 years old, but I am stuck at 16. One day a man came to our home, killed my Mother and Brother and turned me into a Vampire. Then I killed my Father. I soon realised I couldn't be killed, I tried to find out why but never found an answer. After over 600 years of just living my immortal Life I went to New Orleans to start a new one. The Drama began.

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My eyelids felt heavy, nevertheless I slowly forced them to open. I heard noise coming from the kitchen and sunlight tickling my face. My nose felt wet so I tried to wipe it away with my hand. Afer, I put my hand in front of my face to shield my eyes from the sun. While lifting my it, I saw that it was bloody and turned it around to inspect my palm. Also bloody. I quickly put my fingers to my nose again and sure enough more blood. My nose was still bleeding. I propped myself up and scanned the room for Audra. She was standing in the kitchen making tea. The noise I was hearing earlier came from her.

I turned my gaze towards the big window and saw that the sun had already risen. I needed to get back home fast before someone would notice my absence. I swung my feet over the couch and got up and proceeded to walk in the kitchen where Audra was still standing.

"Good morning sunshine." Audra said to me softly.

"What happened? Did you get all you needed?" I asked her exhausted and hopeful.

"Why don't we sit down for a moment and clean you up while were at it." I washed my hands in the sink and afterwards she gave me the tea she had prepared and led me towards her dining table.

"I got good and bad news. First the good news." She clapped her hands together and continued. "I know exactly where the group is, that had you followed and possessed a connection with James Latro. They actually are not far from you, hid right under your nose. They reside in New Orleans. In an old warehouse to be exact. I'll give you the adress, don't worry. They are called The Morrígan. I am not sure about their exact motives, but their objective is to kill you darling."

"Kind of figured that."

"You have to be wary Victoria, they despise immortal beings and you happen to be the most immortal someone or something can get. They are dangerous and if you aren't careful they will find a way to kill you. As their name indicates, they are out for merciless death."

"Brilliant, I assume that was the bad news?" I sighed.

Audra looked at me sympathetically. "No."

I looked at her expectantly and waited for her to carry on.

"James Latro is not the one pulling the strings. He is their man to carry out any tasks he wants him to do. Him shooting you was just a test to see how you would react and how the werewolf venom works on you."

"Great. Wait you said 'what he wants him to do', who are you talking about?" I frowned.

"Ciaran. He is the one who wants you dead, well they all do, but he initiated it."

"How does he even know about me? I never did anything to draw attention to myself." I exclaimed frustrated.

"The witches told him darling."

The witches, of course. I should have known. Why did I believe they would let me be, no they hated my existence. It wasn't natural and they despised that. The Morrígan were the perfect tool for them. Hating all immortal existences, hunting them down and in the end killing them, it was too perfect.