The Story Of Elaina
Posted: 25 Jan 2014, 05:43
They say that well behaved women seldom go down in history and to be honest I truly think that quote is real. What scares me the most is that even as a human I have always been well behaved and now that I am dead I feel I am following the same path…Just a little changed. I write this as the sun rises because I lay restless and know sleep will not come to me this day. I’m not sure who will ever read this but if for some reason I am to ever die as an immortal I would rather my story be told.
My name is Elaina Desmunt Mikaleson and I lived until I was twenty one years old. I was born with vibrant red hair and emerald green eyes in which both my parents never possessed. We lived in a decent house in a city called Spokane. I never much liked living in the city but Washington was always a beautiful place to live. Our town was said to have been cursed that once you arrived and lived there, no matter how many times you left you would always be destined to return and die there. I however would not fall under the gypsys curse.
I grew up in a normal family, a mother a father and a little sister. We had the normal animals some cats and some dogs. I started dancing classes from the time I could walk. Every day I would practice as much as I possibly could. I had found my passion, my desire…my escape from the world when I danced. Nothing could touch me, no worries could fill my head as my feet and body moved to the melodies that played from music be it in my head or from a device.
I was never the popular girl in high school and I didn’t mind it. I never dated any of the boys and I stuck to myself until the day I graduated. Each day was the same do my homework, play with my little sister, than practice my dancing. When I turned eighteen I began to audition for dancing gigs. I performed in ballets and small town shows to help raise money.
When I turned nineteen I had been offered a job as a backup dancer for a singer. She was an amazing, beautiful woman with black hair and a thick country accent that would become one of my best friends. Even in death. She would be a reason on why I was brought to die, along with our other friend, a beautiful model.
I had never been much for religion. My mother was a Christian and my father was a catholic. My sister wasn’t sure what she was but knew that she didn’t want to go to hell. I on the other hand was a pagan. Unsure of what path I was starting to follow but I knew that I believed in a goddess and a god. I tended and still do follow and Irish and Viking path. My father had told stories over and over during my life of the Norse gods, to the point where I knew I would always be home with them. My friends…were also pagan in which turned them into my sisters. Even if it was a secret.
Many years I lived happily dancing and doing what I loved. I had a couple flings and attempted relationships that would never work out. I would return home to visit my family and ride my beautiful horses. I couldn’t have ever not loved my life it might not have been the best but it was amazing.
One night I had jumped on her bike when she had received an urgent phone call. Her friend….her sister was in trouble it had sounded like. So she sped as fast as she could to Harper Rock. She had never been to Canada but she knew If they needed her she would be there. It would be the biggest mistake…and yet maybe my greatest choice of my life.
I have come to find out that a certain bench in this city has become my favorite. It was the first place I sat at, where I would meet my maker by. The first place I would dance by and meet the one person I could honestly say that I fell in love with. It would probably be the place where I spend most my time alone at.
I had been foolish the night I died. I had spoken to loudly about vampires, in a city full of them. One of them happened to overhear and stalk me to my hotel room. Her and her creepy boyfriend who scared the **** out of me. Even if I tried to act tough about it. Before dawn approached I chose undead life over an eternity in a grave.
I wish I would have known how bad I would miss my humanity. I have caught myself plenty of times sitting out on that bench when the sun rose. Severely burning myself just for a touch of the warmth I once was allowed to feel. I wasn’t ready to be what I am. I had forced myself to be miserable, to hide away in the darkness away from every one.
There were only certain occasions when I would be out dancing would I meet a person or two. The night I met him I had learned what it was like to be a vampire. To feel such lust and passion in my veins was to feel alive again. I was dancing, lost in my own self-pity and depression when he had appeared. I had actually tripped over him and like a dumb *** twisted my ankle. I wish I could explain how much joy and pain writing of this brings to me. He had picked me up and taken me back to his place, where I would quickly fall in love with him and stay with him.
I screwed that up quickly…everyone has that moment in their life that they wish they could turn back time. I honestly have mine…and it’s not for my humanity. I was still fighting my depression my human feelings that were bottled inside. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to explain what was going on in my world but I couldn’t. Instead I packed my things and drove to my family. I made the hugest mistake of my undead life.
It was a cold awakening when my parents had moved from the home I grew up in. My house was empty and my parents had separated. The loss of their child was to great for them to the point my mother couldn’t take it anymore. They had a grave stone with my name and some pretty quote placed in a cemetery. My little sister to this day still sits and talks to it.
I lost my humanity and the person I loved all in the same time span. Throwing away my ballet clothes, I have decided that maybe it is time for my passion to be as dead as I am. Maybe it is stupid to want to chase after an ex or a family that doesn’t love you anymore.
So who am I now? I feel that will be a long hard road I have to find out for myself. I know I am destined to follow a certain path but I have yet to find out exactly which path that is. I am slowly becoming powerful and learning new skills. I will become greater…better at what I have become….whatever it is I choose.
My name is Elaina and I may not go down in history but I will make something of myself. For I am a vampire and I have eternity to mold myself into a brilliant…and deadly woman.
My name is Elaina Desmunt Mikaleson and I lived until I was twenty one years old. I was born with vibrant red hair and emerald green eyes in which both my parents never possessed. We lived in a decent house in a city called Spokane. I never much liked living in the city but Washington was always a beautiful place to live. Our town was said to have been cursed that once you arrived and lived there, no matter how many times you left you would always be destined to return and die there. I however would not fall under the gypsys curse.
I grew up in a normal family, a mother a father and a little sister. We had the normal animals some cats and some dogs. I started dancing classes from the time I could walk. Every day I would practice as much as I possibly could. I had found my passion, my desire…my escape from the world when I danced. Nothing could touch me, no worries could fill my head as my feet and body moved to the melodies that played from music be it in my head or from a device.
I was never the popular girl in high school and I didn’t mind it. I never dated any of the boys and I stuck to myself until the day I graduated. Each day was the same do my homework, play with my little sister, than practice my dancing. When I turned eighteen I began to audition for dancing gigs. I performed in ballets and small town shows to help raise money.
When I turned nineteen I had been offered a job as a backup dancer for a singer. She was an amazing, beautiful woman with black hair and a thick country accent that would become one of my best friends. Even in death. She would be a reason on why I was brought to die, along with our other friend, a beautiful model.
I had never been much for religion. My mother was a Christian and my father was a catholic. My sister wasn’t sure what she was but knew that she didn’t want to go to hell. I on the other hand was a pagan. Unsure of what path I was starting to follow but I knew that I believed in a goddess and a god. I tended and still do follow and Irish and Viking path. My father had told stories over and over during my life of the Norse gods, to the point where I knew I would always be home with them. My friends…were also pagan in which turned them into my sisters. Even if it was a secret.
Many years I lived happily dancing and doing what I loved. I had a couple flings and attempted relationships that would never work out. I would return home to visit my family and ride my beautiful horses. I couldn’t have ever not loved my life it might not have been the best but it was amazing.
One night I had jumped on her bike when she had received an urgent phone call. Her friend….her sister was in trouble it had sounded like. So she sped as fast as she could to Harper Rock. She had never been to Canada but she knew If they needed her she would be there. It would be the biggest mistake…and yet maybe my greatest choice of my life.
I have come to find out that a certain bench in this city has become my favorite. It was the first place I sat at, where I would meet my maker by. The first place I would dance by and meet the one person I could honestly say that I fell in love with. It would probably be the place where I spend most my time alone at.
I had been foolish the night I died. I had spoken to loudly about vampires, in a city full of them. One of them happened to overhear and stalk me to my hotel room. Her and her creepy boyfriend who scared the **** out of me. Even if I tried to act tough about it. Before dawn approached I chose undead life over an eternity in a grave.
I wish I would have known how bad I would miss my humanity. I have caught myself plenty of times sitting out on that bench when the sun rose. Severely burning myself just for a touch of the warmth I once was allowed to feel. I wasn’t ready to be what I am. I had forced myself to be miserable, to hide away in the darkness away from every one.
There were only certain occasions when I would be out dancing would I meet a person or two. The night I met him I had learned what it was like to be a vampire. To feel such lust and passion in my veins was to feel alive again. I was dancing, lost in my own self-pity and depression when he had appeared. I had actually tripped over him and like a dumb *** twisted my ankle. I wish I could explain how much joy and pain writing of this brings to me. He had picked me up and taken me back to his place, where I would quickly fall in love with him and stay with him.
I screwed that up quickly…everyone has that moment in their life that they wish they could turn back time. I honestly have mine…and it’s not for my humanity. I was still fighting my depression my human feelings that were bottled inside. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to explain what was going on in my world but I couldn’t. Instead I packed my things and drove to my family. I made the hugest mistake of my undead life.
It was a cold awakening when my parents had moved from the home I grew up in. My house was empty and my parents had separated. The loss of their child was to great for them to the point my mother couldn’t take it anymore. They had a grave stone with my name and some pretty quote placed in a cemetery. My little sister to this day still sits and talks to it.
I lost my humanity and the person I loved all in the same time span. Throwing away my ballet clothes, I have decided that maybe it is time for my passion to be as dead as I am. Maybe it is stupid to want to chase after an ex or a family that doesn’t love you anymore.
So who am I now? I feel that will be a long hard road I have to find out for myself. I know I am destined to follow a certain path but I have yet to find out exactly which path that is. I am slowly becoming powerful and learning new skills. I will become greater…better at what I have become….whatever it is I choose.
My name is Elaina and I may not go down in history but I will make something of myself. For I am a vampire and I have eternity to mold myself into a brilliant…and deadly woman.