Turned at age twenty, in the year 1845, Amethystia was young. Her story is this: her past is forgotten, erased from her mind, the sadness and anger lost, but for one face, the man who had changed her.
In 1845, two months after turning 20, the outgoing young woman was walking home from a party with a man she had just met there. He was incredibly handsome, pale, strong features and cool hands, deep green eyes and thick, curly dark hair. Smiling and laughing in that serious way of his, the man offered to escort her home. She agreed to let him. So, walking through the star-lit park, the man stopped suddenly, turning toward her with an odd expression on his face. Looking up at him, lips parted in surprise, she thought he was going to kiss her. But, sadly, he was not. Leaning down, he quickly grasped her neck, the grip strong, yet gentle. "I am sorry... I have to do this." he whispered into her ear. Her eyes widened as he bit her slender throat.
So, Amethystia became a vampire. Against her will, but one nonetheless. A sad story, one which she vows to never repeat on an unwilling victim.
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