Victoria the truly immortal Vampire

The Arrival

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Authors Note: Hey Folks, I just wanted to say thank you for clicking on my story. I hope you have fun. Without further or do I present you with my story. :)

Also all rights belong to the writers and creators of the show. However, I do claim Victoria and her story-line.

So without further or do I present you my story. :)

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Flashback:

669 years ago

3rd POV

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So, here I am. Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Victoria. Victoria Ainsworth. I am 685 years old, I'm a vampire but I am actually stuck at 16. And this is my story. It's long, messy, and painful, so sit down and get comfortable, cause we're going to be here a while.

Let's see, how should we begin... from the only Logical place I suppose, the beginning.

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I stare at my brush as it swirls its blue trail across the paper; mesmerized by how seamlessly the colors melted together. I always enjoyed painting. It was a way to escape, to visit another world, one entirely of my creation. The way the calm blue of my painted sea met the black of the starry night sky held my mind captive.

I was abruptly pulled out of my mind when I heard my mother answer the door. "Does Victoria Ainsworth live here."

"Yes I'm her mother, Might I ask why."

There was no reply. All I could hear were loud demanding footsteps that seemed to shake the whole house. Then came screams. Loud pledging screams of my mother and my 12-year-old brother.

I wanted to move, to run out there, and see what was happening but my body denied my wishes. I was paralyzed in fear. What was happening to my family and what did this mysterious man want?

Just then my door flew open and there stood the man, covered in blood. My eyes traveled his body taking in the terrifying sight. I had never seen that much blood.

"Who are you?" I asked. Looking confused at the man wanting to hide the fear in my face.

He ignored my question and slowly walked over to me. He eyed me up and down taking in my small frame. His eyes, taunting, his stature, intimidating as he approached me like a lion hunting a gazelle.

"Don't worry, this only hurts for a short time."

These fang-like teeth aped in his mouth. He bit into his wrist till it drew blood and forcefully fed it to me. He held my head steady as I tried resisting but failed miserably. After that he took his sword from his belt and stuck it through my heart. Then everything went black.

I took in a breath as big as my lungs could hold making a gasping sound. In a panic look around my bedroom looking for the man. He can't be real, this was all a dream, a very scary and very painful dream.

All of a sudden I felt this fire in my throat. It wasn't painful but instead, felt like I was in the desert and I hadn't drank anything for years. I felt an unmeasurable thirst, but not for water. I wanted something specific but I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

I look up and see the man. Confirming the unfortunate truth that this was all very real and indeed not a dream.

"What are you? What is happening to me?" I ask.