Only once after the encounter with the ladies have I seen my family. She allowed me to say a quick good-bye with my family… I hated her. I still do. She dangled my choices in front of me, but never let me decide. The small reunion was a sad one. My brothers were determined to kill her, my mum wept, and my father did both. I hugged them all, and I kept apologizing, about everything I had ever done in my life that had led up to this, and had given them grief. My departure was a sad one, and I had to be dragged away. The night was crisp, and felt clean. My star was fading along with my sanity. Not that I had any left… I thought grimly, now trudging behind Her. Her lackeys danced around Her, and she sang. Her voice is beautiful, I thought whilst becoming entranced by it.
We stopped by a small pond, and bathed. I looked down at my ghostly reflection, and ran my hands down my body. I was always told by my mother that I developed early. If you were in the city, girls would be jealous, Mum would say, as she loosened the dress around my breasts. I never liked talking about it, and I guess I still don’t… I was slapped. Hard. I fell to my knees in front of her, and started to apologize, even though I did not know why I was being punished. She lifted my chin up, and a small smile curled the corners of her lips. What is she doing?, I asked myself as she kissed my lips softly, and helped me to my feet. She embraced me, and whispered Fiona into my ear. Fiona?, I asked confused. She replied saying, That’s what you shall call me for now on, dear. Oh, I thought. Fiona. Too innocent a name for her. I only nodded. She placed one of her fingers over my lips when I started to ask… What was it I wished to ask? I forgot… But she asked my name instead. Res Angelus Nullus. Fiona laughed a little, and shook her head. She re-named me Necavi D. Omnes, This name will suit you more, for now on. Except you may decide what the D stands for dear. Her breath sent shivers down my spine… It smelled like mint and poppies… Quite a lovely smell, truth be told…

Lookie lookie, my first entry. That I shall... grace with the introduction I made up whilst talking with [madhalf] (hes awesome). Hes been hounding me to make more to it, so I will... Mayhaps even make it into a book and publish it, aye? *smiles a little* Enjoy.



I was born in a small cottage, that my da built among the green rolling hills I called home. Ireland was a beautiful place, and still is. I got little schooling, compared to my brothers, and it was all in myths and folklore. I grew up swimming among the fishies, and singing with the birds I would find nesting in the little clump of trees behind our small home. My mum was a good woman, always making sure we got fed, and made sure we all had warm clothing in the winter, while my da was one of the best men you could ever meet. He was honest and hard working, never afraid to displine, yet he never over did it. And he always warned me never to go beyond the trees because, "Its not a suitable place for girls." But, being the stubborn little girl I was, I decided to explore. A breath-taking place. I always knew nature is beautiful, but I never realized it until then. And what’s this?, I thought as I heard giggles, and hushes. I stepped closer to the lake, not too far off into the woods, and saw four lovely water maidens. I heard about them, and how they liked to transform peeping men into toads, and other various animals. Needless to say, they noticed me, too. One of them got up from the water, and walked towards me, strange seeing how they run away from the mere presence of mortals. She fingered a lock of my Autumn hair, unusual for my family since they were blonde, and twisted it slowly about her finger. She looked into my eyes, and I into hers. Right then, I knew she was not a water maiden, but something far more dangerous. I tried to pull away and run. She only caught me, and held me to herself. I became intoxicated with her being, her scent, her essence, but soon snapped to reality when I felt sharp pains in my neck. She sucked my blood as though it were water, and forced me to drink hers after ripping into her own skin. This went on for hours in an endless cycle, before she finally let me go. She carried me to the pool where the ladies waited, and laughed at me. My helplessness. She bathed me, combed my hair, and rubbed strange oils into my skin. Now, I don’t know exactly when the change occurred, it was all so painful and my sense of time had fled, but I as I looked upon myself in her looking glass, I knew I had changed. My skin, paler, my stormy-green eyes darker than before, my left eye having a tinge of violet... What’s this?, I asked myself, running one of my fingers over a fang.
It took not ten minutes. I knew then what I was, and what I had become.

Damned.