Recalled to Life

Prologue

My love:

     For centuries, scholars have been drawn to written text more than anything else. Thus, I will write to you now my history.

     It is not a pleasant one, I can assure you. Yes, there were times of bliss: but there were also times of strife, some of which I will record here for you to read and view as you see fit. Never was I a man of romance, but I suppose you are now very much aware of that fact. Despite such, written words speak louder than voices. Such texts and manuscripts last the test of time, while the voices wither and die.

     I know this, after countless years. And I suppose you will soon come to such realizations as well, as the years in your Un-Life increase exponentially. Of my philosophy and my reasoning you already know, so I will not hinder on the subject, but I will only tell you this: a creature of true strength and immortality will last the test of time not only physically, but in spirit as well. One must always find something of which to live for, lest the Will be broken, and if such an occurrence does indeed happen, it is not just the downfall of yourself, but for others as well. I have found, in every waking era be it tangible or not, something or someone to keep on living for. Be it for exacting vengeance upon my Sire for his fell deeds, for my lovely Cassiel of whom I will write in these pages, be it my Clan, the Third Reich, or even you, my heart and morals were with me and never were my body and spirit separated. Such a thing would surely have been my downfall, and you would still be the rash, lowly mortal girl that you were when I first laid eyes upon you.

     Those brief years have changed you, however. You are a woman now, a true mistress of the Immortal and a force to be reckoned with. You have the abilities and sense to take care of yourself, which many do not have; you are the thorn among sickly false roses whose numerous flaws start with their very existence. But alas, I suppose I am boring you with such mindless prattling. You know as well as I how the Kindred’s emotions can get heightened at times: sorrow, lust, anger; all these thoughts are crystal clear in my mind’s eyes as I relay them onto paper for you to read at a much later date. Indeed, by the time you do settle yourself down for the melancholy story of only a brief chapter of my life, I could very much well be an unrecognizable pile of bone and ash. But alas, my mind seems to be wandering once more. My history, in its entirety, would take even longer for me to tell you than the numerous years with which it first unfolded, so I will only give you the most select parts to lay your eyes upon. These memories, which have been stored solitarily in my mind until now, have never been relayed to a single soul, so I apologize beforehand if some things are a bit out of place. Nevertheless, I wish for you to read upon the forgotten pages of my memory no matter how horridly they are written out. I wish for you to read of my Birth into Darkness, when I was Recalled to Life, as the saying goes.

     Never before have I written a large portion of my life and history for another to read, and for the worldly skeptics, this surely will be naught but fiction. I will not try to press the truth upon those pathetic blinded creatures. The ones that will get the most meaning out of these pages would have already believed in such things before, and will not have to have their eyes opened to the true world that they so flee from with every waking hour spent in lies and broken promises. But such people do not matter to me, they never have, even in my mortal years. Fools, vagrants, for that is what they surely are- should be denied life, even in the most miniscule sense. But I am sure that you already know of that aspect of my philosophy, as well. Thus I will cease my endless banter momentarily, and will carry on with relaying to you only a small –but by no means insignificant- part of my history. It is the events, past and present, that shape a man at least partially. We can bend and mold our very destiny, however, to our own Divine Will.

All mankind fell in Adam’s fall,

One common sin infects us all;

From sire to son the bane descends,

And over all the curse impends.

Through humankind corruption creeps

And them in dreadful bondage keeps;

In guilt they draw the infant breath

And reap its fruits of woe and death.

From hearts depraved, to evil prone,

Flow thoughts and deeds of sin alone;

God’s image lost, the darkened soul

Seeks not nor finds it heavenly goal.

By one man all mankind fell

And, born is sin, was doomed to hell.