"Sorrow for the lost Lenore...
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Nameless here for evermore."
 
 
~Jennifer Connelly from Requiem for a Dream is my character model. That's the only one I am using for her.~

Stories should start at the beginning...

When is the beginning? 

Is it when I was born? 

Was it where my memories first began? 

Was it my first time experiencing "THAT"?

Was it when I saw those eyes that captured me and reeled me in...and trapped me like a cagged leopard, leaving me to pace in endless circles?

Or...should it be with everything about myself? 

I will use my own judgment, and first tell you of me...

 A young girl who came from France is the best place that I can think of to begin. I was a normal child, or at least as normal a child as I could be with the memory that lapsed between. What do I mean by this?

My memory isn't the best...the things I remember...I remember well...every pin drop, every word spoken, every face...every sensation...I can recite it all.

Alas, there are things that I cannot remember...and those memories are often kept in a box that I cannot even crack open for my own knowledge...it's just...non-existent. 

Let me stay on track...

Born to a loving mother and father, they named this girl, "Lenore"...a name that means "light"...or rather that meant that I brought some light into their lives.  Everything was wonderful...I could never have asked for a better life until...THAT.

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I will not go into details, but I was told to remain silent, keep it a secret from my loving parents...

That experience darkened my world, and clouded my own perception of myself. 

I fell into a dark abyss of which there was no escape...

And for a long while...there wasn't...

 When THAT man took advantage of me as a small child, my reaction to it was as follows:

1. I was reluctant to let anyone touch me...

2. I wanted almost everyone to touch me...

3. I wanted to cleanse my dirty self by erasing that memory with a new experience that would overshadow that...and so I turned to other males for this.

4. That's how the cycle continued again...

 I got married way too young, and that was my first big mistake...

The way he spoke was intoxicating, how could I not almost breathe in his kindred words or his "accidental" reprimanding of me when I failed to meet his expectations.

I don't remember what happened after that last strike to the head, I don't even remember what I was struck with...all I can remember is the following...

1. There was the all too familiar smell of blood around my body...

2. The air around me seemed non-existant and cold. 

3. I found myself staring down at a lifeless body that looked so much like my own, and soon enough, I realized that it was me. 

He killed me with that one blow to the head, and strangulation that was shown by the hand-print bruises on my neck.

4. There was a ball of light that came to me...it danced about like a sprite or a firefly...

When I held out my hands to touch it, it landed on it and filled me with a warmth that woke up all of my senses...I was no longer cold, I was getting warm...too warm.

It felt like my whole body was...

ON FIRE!

When that horrid sensation went away, I realized that I was back in my body once again...sensation slowly returned to me as I sat up and felt the throbbing from my head, the wound still there...and that is where I am now. 

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I don't remember who hurt me...

I don't remember the tool he used...

One thing I do know, is that I have a lust for the man that did this to me...

He will pay...

One way or another...

Mark my words...

It's time for not the "sad loss of Lenore"...

It's time for the rise...

OF REVENGE

This isn't all bad...

I am stronger, faster, more sensitive to my surroundings...

And, now I have a special blood...a blood that can heal when it is drunk from my body. 

There's a price, I will sustain the injuries or illness that the biter has, but if it prevents one person from feeling the way that I had...

However, I hunt only one...

I hunt the one that hurt me...

I hunt the one that cannot be forgiven...

I will remember him, when I see him...

Until then, you can pretend to be invincible...

Pretend to be a man that does not emit evil from the whole being...

I will find you...

And you WILL pay...

Time for the "lost Lenore" to raise a little 

"HELL"

A demon who lusts for revenge seeks my body as a host...

A hellhound with shadow powers and healing blood...if she is bitten. 

What's the name of the hellhound?

This is...

VENDETTA

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Character Age

Unknown (because writer isn't sure yet xD)


Character Species

Other


Character Gender

Female


Character Relationship Status

Single


Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Paragraph, Multi-Para, Novella, One-liners, No-Preference


Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Realistic, Anime, Rated R, Child Friendly, 18+, Gore, Comedy, Action, Adventure


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