Sophie Anne POV

At last I had reached the place in vampire society that I truly deserved. It came quick; I hadn't expected much time to pass before word spred that a vampire of my age and strength, had moved to such a back water state like Louisiana. Stationing myself in this large waste land was part of my plan, it was a necessary step to earn what I wanted, what was rightfully mine. Coming back to America was a large step for me, after living throughout Europe for centuries returning to the place I spent many years as a young immortal seemed very much nostalgic.

Everything was falling into place, for me at least. Once the Great Revelation began, although not quite entirely safe for our race, vampires were now walking knowingly beside mortals and being excepted more into the nightly atmosphere of the known world. Also working in my favor was the fact that the previous Queen of Louisiana was murdered by a pro-human group, Fellowship of the Sun. Her death left quite the gapping hole in the vampire society of Louisiana, centered in New Orleans, and it quickly needed to be filled by someone with my expertise.

Throughout my thousands of years I had learned much on how to survive. Being vampire you used certain traits in your advantage. Using these with humans was simple, you could glamor, or simply infatuate them easily and unknowingly. But among your own kind these things were near impossible to do. Age and strength were the only things that determined your rank.

I became vampire somewhere in Croatia, before the Roman empire fell, even before the time of Christ. I didn't know my maker, he was gone before the time I awoke. The last thing I remembered about being human was walking to the next village in search for a vendor wanting to buy trinkets I made out of the shell's found on my home's shore. I was left to deal with all the new emotions, and cravings a newborn child was born with, and nothing else.

I was indeed surprised by my eerie attraction the beating pulse of the carotid artery, my senses draw to the now apparent movement under the living's skin. The night I was turned, I had gone back home- mistakenly.

I remembered this night very clearly, even after thousands of years had come and gone. My mother was frightened by me, I had been gone for many nights, and thought to be dead by the village's people. I noticed movement from the side of the room and saw my father had entered. Father had beaten my mother, my sisters, and myself without mercy, never thinking twice about raping us once we were defenseless. Women weren't seen as equals in this point in time, thought most were treated with some form of respect. My father did not see the need to show compassion, in his eyes we were lower than swine. My mother had produced no sons, and for that he punished us all.

He came towards me with an open hand, and thats the moment I quenched my first thirst. My fangs emerged into his dirty skin, and I drank. I remember thinking how badly he tasted, like old stale wine, but my hatred and hunger would not allow me to stop. The thick warmth spread into my body and filled me, a satisfaction came as I noticed his pulse became non existant.

My mother was screaming and she began beat my back with a stick. I whipped around after ripping my fangs out of the corpse; fresh blood smeared onto my face, I was ready to attack again. A small child caught my eye from behind my mother- my little sister. I saw the fear in her watered eyes, and I was shaken out of my rage filled state immediately. I relaxed my position and retracted my fangs.

I looked down ashamed as they stared horrified at my drained father. "Mama, žao mi je. Sestra, ja te volim."

I fled into the night, running for as long as I could before I knew I had to stop; I buried myself into the cold dark earth somehow knowing I could not ever meet the warmth of the sun's rays again.

As years passed on I continued to hunt on men such as my father, only rarely allowing myself to harm good souled people. I grew lonely after hundreds of years by myself and that's when I fell upon a young man named Victor, in Russia.

He seemed about the age I was when I was turned, 17, give or take a few years. My eyesight was very good in the dark, another vampire "perk", I could not only see but hear his whimpers as a much larger man beat him. Who his abuser was, I was not certain of, but as he began to throw down the whip once again, I struck. I quickly killed him, snapping his neck, not much worried by the fact the boy had seen me take a life.

Victor looked at me with pure amazement, "богиня ночи, я даю лояльность по отношению к вам. ибо ты спас меня." (Goddess of the night, I give my loyalty to you. For you have saved me.

I had been vampire for hundreds of years at that point and knew almost all languages, so I could easily reply to him in his native tongue of Russian, "вместе со мной." (Join me.)

The confusion in his eyes pierced through mine, and I slowly let down my fangs. This was as close as I had felt to trusting someone in my entire life, as human and as an immortal.

At that moment I knew I had picked to awaken the right person; for he didn't crawl away with fear, he stood up slowly and made his way infront of me, and kneeling before me he carefully took my hand and lightly kissed it.

He hadn't left me for a vey long while, we were together for almost 700 years before we parted ways. Not because we didn't love each other, I felt much love towards my child, but because we each wanted different things. I felt pain for some time after that, but soon it healed, and I felt comfort in knowing he was living a life of his choice. At time's I felt bitter towards our separation, mostly when I was lonely, or I saw a human that looked like him.

All of my fondest memories involved Victor. We lived in Paris many years, and came back almost every century, leaving just enough time between each homecoming for the people we knew to pass on. I remember the times of corsets and big hoop dresses in England. I recalled many things about Victor that made my love for him grow as we spent our lives together.

I vividly recall one night when we were invited as a couple of honor to a ball on extremely short notice. I was in a panic seeing as I had no new dress to wear in my wardrobe, and to maintain my high place in english society, naturally I was always to be one step ahead in every department of my world.

Victor had left in my tizzy, only to return a short hour later with a tower of boxes in tow. He had bought me a new gown. Light pink in color, it seemed almost a fair white, and was beautifully and skillfully embroidered with lace and pearls. As I emerged from our bedroom entirely ready, I could see the pride and awe in his eyes as he watched me descend the stairs, our housekeepers carrying my train behind me.

The entire evening neither of us could keep our eyes peeled from one another. He had treated me with nothing but love from the moment I met him, and that was something that kept us strong through anything, and everything, that happened to us during time.

He was also very wise when it came to protecting what we were, and keeping us always out of harm's way. As war and plague spred throughout Europe we needed to flee. Being supernatural we had everything we needed to survive; but these were much more conserved times, people were being killed left and right, and we did not see it fit to draw attention. We almost were captured many times, and all of those instances were resolved by Victor. I was safe around him, and that was not a feeling I was accustomed to.

Back in present time I felt that pain return as I craved for my love to be at my side as I took throne as Vampire Queen of Louisiana. Becoming queen entitled me to throw a huge bash in honor of myself, obviously. It was put together by some of New Orleans best party planners in a short two weeks, and it was a miracle everything had been running so smoothly.

Many of the countries vampire royalty were to come, along with most of the important supes I was acquainted with through the years, and the vamps that were serving to me and my queendom. All would be welcoming me, the newest addition to the most elite group in the Americas.