A History of the Xs Past.

Greetings to the individual who had managed to uncover this journal, and a blessing to your swift hands. Of course, your time spent uncovering this item must have been long-spent, so I should make this as valuable to you as possible… I suppose you wouldn’t accept a useless little drabble on a certain woman killed in these dungeons by the hands of a very, very unusual Count…

Well, for starters, it’s rude enough that I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Xembre Jeuan Adrias, the second. My blood lines are German and Irish with a couple hints of Russian and the Celts, and before my unfortunate death, I was a courier that worked in the land of Transylvania, just during the time of a certain Count by the name of Vlad Dracul, and the irony of this situation is that I just happened to be taken hostage by said Count, only to be proof to the rumours that the man himself was in fact, a vampyre. How did I know? The beast kept me as a blood bag for a year and a half, slowly consuming my life source before he was soon taken down by a Hunter who had heard about his horrible deeds, killing him, thus ending my life as well.

During the period of time that I was dead for, and the vampyre venom rushing through my veins, something caused a reaction causing my body to remain preserved, its surface perfect and flawless. The venom soon dried up, but my spirit lingered on. As the centuries passed, the corpse of the fourteen year old victim stayed in the depths of the castle’s dungeons, long black hair spilled around it and its skin still intact and as pale as ever, as the Count refrained from letting me out into the sun, only to be found later by a few archaeologists who were investigating the ruins. One of them must have had an injury, due to the fact my corpse soon sprung up at the fresh scent of blood and murdered them all, devouring their blood as my eyes flared up an unnatural, glimmering red, like a pair of rubies set into a ring or a set of earrings.

Mind you, I am certainly not a vampyre myself. Whatever the Count had done, it seemed to have triggered something of the sorts to create an immortal being, one that can manipulate its form to suit its victims. This creature, this villain of the night I had dubbed “X”. The perfect example of this creature is its second victim, known as Kiska.

After I was killed a second time, the method on how is to remain unknown, my spirit must have travelled on to find a new host, a new body to be able to pass on the powers held within. It met a young girl, a schizophrenic and a killer, who instantly took use of this power and used it for evil instead of good.

Kiska’s methods of killing were cruel, inhuman even, but almost comical. Her normal form, the deceptive one, showed of a young girl, small and sweet, with long blonde locks and big grey eyes that sparkled like diamonds, a form she used to lure any victims and trick them into coming to her home, where she would transform and rip them apart slowly, even interrogate them for the hell of it. She loved killing, and took it to herself to rid the world of who were foolish enough to fall for her charms. This “X” was indeed a killer, a monster with power. After a couple years of her deeds, she was soon found and executed using the electric chair, a cruel form of death to a cruel form of power.

The Third X, as the first two were being Kiska and I, was a young woman who was just as devious as Kiska, but in a lawful way. This woman, at the age of fourteen, had become one of the best detectives in the world under the name of “X”, as ironic as it seems. Her name was in fact Xembre Jean Adrias herself, a name she only knew. She pursued those who committed such crimes passionately, took them to court for trying and sentenced many, there was never a case that was lost… until she met her greatest challenge yet, involving a Mafia and a paedophile she had been chasing down for quite the while. Jean was passionate in her career, and even more on her cases, refusing to go down without a fight at all. Of course after three months of re-starting the case, she soon met her end when she was assassinated by one of her target’s henchman, a gunslinger.