Salem, Massachusetts, 1692 was a time that would live in infamy. Free thinking women, and everyone else were accused and executed for the lowest crime to be committed at that time. To work under orders of Satan. Unfortunately for many people falsely accused, their family line was cut short. Unfortunately for the entire town, they accused the wrong woman. A witch she was not, but something far, far worse.
Henrietta Blackwood was born in Salem to Mary and Jacob Blackwood. They lived a happy life as farmers while her mother was a midwife. Mary Blackwood was an expert in practice and a very beautiful woman. In fact, the entire Blackwood family was so unnaturally beautiful and reclusive, this would eventually lead to their downfall. Mobs form fast under the right banner. Women Clutched their children to their bosom. Children born by the witch. There was never any real explanation behind this sudden attack, or any reason for any real suspicion, but the Blackwoods were vampires, and even good disguises can be seen through.
So they came in the night. Henrietta's parents were first, surprised by a fire that set their house on fire. As Henrietta's father ran outside, he was assuaged by pitchforks and fire. She'd never forget her mother's screams as they ripped Henrietta from her mothers grieving arms and she watched in horror as her fangs slashed through the night at anyone she could get her claws on. It wasn't enough and she was struck down as well. Her only chance of survival was the woods. And while the people stared at the burning bodies of her family, she ran quick as lightning to the treeline and there she remained.
It would take years to grow, to learn. She survived on animals and slept during the day. Predators knew better and her days were filled with a cold rage. She waited and waited for the perfect night. A night where no one worried and no one suspected and she struck. Screams filled the night as she slashed and drank her fill. They wanted war, and so they would taste it. She was driven mad by blood and revenge. Soon, when she had been sated and her heart had been thoroughly hardened, she set to the woods again for good.
Centuries came and went, friends came and went. She remained. It wasn't until 1870 on a trip to Paris, France that her life would come to a staggering halt. She'd been in a small coven, safety in numbers and what not. She was already jaded and tired. Society had grown larger. Less places to hid and more people to expose their kind. She wondered everyday when the darkness would end. Then she met Achilles DuBois. Such a charming man, or so he thought, immediately took an intrest in their ragtag group for their power and made an offer everyone refused. We weren't in this for "family", but practicality. But after a lone hunting mission left Ettie to found herself alone once again. The turn of the last century brought a new breed of hunter than the amateur lucky ones in Salem. These were born and trained to do one thing, kill vampires, and they were good at their jobs.
Henrietta had no choice, but to seek out the frenchman once again and reluctantly accept his offer. But once she found herself in a new clan surrounded by strangers. She was so tired, so ready for darkness, but she had to live. She had to survive for her family, but he couldn't bear the world as it was that day. And so, after a promise from Achilles Dubois himself, Henrietta Blackwood was an official member. In exchange, he offered protection for her so she may go to ground and rest for however long she needed.
As so here she lays in a coffin deep within the bowels of the DuBois household, toted from place to place under their protection. But, something is stirring and even she cannot ignore it anymore.