you sinners
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History
Oh how sweet a child, lost to the dark of the night.
oraline A Moore, was born to loving parents in the heart of the welsh countryside on Oct 25th, 1825. Raised like many ladies of time to be quiet, speak when spoken to, and to know a subservient place under the finger of the men in her life. She was a picture of beauty, in full length gowns laughing her way across the polished wood of court floors. At the age of 15, she was married off to a suitable husband and the pride of her family now hanging on his arm. Only the dear good Baron wasn't everything he portrayed himself to be; and much of his boasted fortune was gambled away in the fiverous attempts to seek 'modern innovative solutions' -- on short? He invested his wealth in men who preyed on his weakness; drugs, alcohol, and pretty women.
It did not take long for Kora to come to conclusion-- her husband was a drunk, and fool, and a womanizer. She was already formulating a plan to save their dwindling fortune-- when she found him sleeping with a maid, was the last straw. It's said the maid was never found, but that news was vastly over shadowed by the sudden death of the dear Baron. At an age of 42, it was hardly uncommon for consumption to take a man in his sleep--- especially one so renowned for his share of drinking. None looked closely at the young widow with her black down and her soft cries at his grave site. Such a shame, they said. So young and already to have suffered such a tragedy.
The graves were not yet cold when the young panther acquired the sympathy of a much younger, and charming prospect. Oh, they said, she was lucky that someone might take interest in her after the death of her late husband. Used goods, she was, and no lady should be left at the head of her own household. She should have been content for what she had gotten away with... but she wanted more. Her soul was tainted with her deeds, and it was not so easily hidden from the true monsters that roamed the night. She had a taste for the blood she had spilled that fateful night. A hunger that outed her to a larger predator.
Little did she know, that she courted death itself when that jovial bastard lured her with soft words and honeyed eyes. He seemed so earnest. He was so damn convincing when he flattered her, and his good nature so easy to believe. In comparison to the drunken state of her late husband? He was a dream, and she fell for it. Fell straight into his cold, dead grasp when he whisked her away by moonlight and bled her dry on her own silk sheets. He left her there to die; convinced that she would not survive as he lit the estate on fire and fled with what few riches her late husband hadn't wasted.
She might have been fooled by his act-- but he gravely underestimated the power of spite. The fire might consumed a good portion of the mansion before it sputtered out, yes. Yet the creature that crawled from the flames was filled with vengeance, and hatred. It was a confusing few months-- between the fevered illness that took her a few days later. Her burns healed strangely well, but were credited to the care of a good doctor. She had never hungered for meat the way she did afterwards, but that alone could be pushed aside. How much tragedy, they cried, could one young woman take? First her husband, then nearly killed in a fire? She must have been cursed they whispered.
The sunlight became difficult to tolerate next; it made her dizzy and lightheaded. It was difficult to see, and she fainted more than once. Her parents, older now, took her back under their care. Their poor frail child who had been so wronged by the world. She should have been the belle of the ball, the light of the court! Instead she slowly became something they did not recognize. Her eyes had a strange hunger to them, and she spooked the maids and grounds keepers at night when she roamed the halls without a whisper of movement.
When the hunger became too much? The butler was found in the garden with his throat ripped out and blood splattered across the roses. A wild animal, surely, but they could find no prints in the mud-- but oddly. Kora looked healthier then she had in months. No longer gaunt and withered, and there was... a strange light to her eyes her parents hadn't seen in years.
She needed to find the bastard who did this to her... and thank him. For he had given her a gift unlike any other.
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