Post by Ileana De Perronet on Feb 19, 2014 19:31:05 GMT
Ileana Antanasia Luiza DE PERRONET 23 human
PLAYED BY Gemma Arterton
PLAYED BY Gemma Arterton
Ileana 13/12 Managing the Manor Heterosexual Female ELVEDON Manor |  I remember my mother, she had the softest hands that used to reach down joyously to scoop me into her arms. Her smile was bright and in my young years I would sit for hours in her lap and listen to the stories she would weave for me. My childhood was bliss, my brother and I would often play in the gardens of our manor house. The nurse who looked after us often spoilt us with treats and there was many an occasion she would buy peppermint sweets for us from the market in the village. Perhaps I should have known my peaceful life couldn’t last forever, but in the bliss of my innocence I thought myself and the people around me invincible. When I was five years of age, I was deemed old enough to walk to the school house with my brother. Our parents thought it was better we were educated in school, rather than from a private governess. There wasn’t much room for airs and graces in our small village. It was there I met my friends Darion and Alyona, as soon as class was over we would rush from our desks down to the docks to watch the ships sail into port. In the summer months, we would frequent the stone bridge cooling our hot feet in the brookes calm waters. We were the rulers in our own kingdom and nothing could spoil it. As I grew up I became aware of the whispers and secrets around me. Strange sightings, people going missing…I did what a child does best and buried my head in my imaginary games. A crash…the sound of crunching glass. I lay terrified in my bed, squeezing my eyes shut as I prayed it would go away. I could hear its heavy breathing, the snuffles that brought it closer to my door. I dared a glance at my door way, peering through the sheets I gazed upon its large jaws. With a shriek I buried myself under the covers as a shot sounded. The creature scarpered and the next thing I knew my father was cradling me in his arms. Shhh…it was just a dream, he whispered rocking me into a dreamless sleep. The day Darion told us he was leaving with his father on a long journey and he didn’t know when he would be back was one of my worst days. I couldn’t comprehend why my friend had to leave me and the not knowing when he would return was unbearable. I didn’t speak to him for two days. I refused to stay after classes and it was only on his last day could I meet his gaze. I didn’t say much and lingered in the schoolyard as he said goodbye to the other children. I could only manage a wave before I headed home. Before the sun rose that morning I was up and dressed in my plain school dress. I raced down the dirt lane toward the village and docks, but I was too late. With sadness I watched as his father’s ship disappeared onto the horizon. I was fourteen years old when my mother was killed, her death brought reality crashing down around me. It was then I learned the true horrors that stalked my family and the village. My brother three years my elder swore he would avenge our mother and together he and my father began their training. I could only watch from afar as my family turned the joyful home that was once full of love and life, to a dark building filled with muttered curses and promises of revenge. I kept to myself, now and then my brother would humour me and teach me how to use the weapons he was training in. The first time I saw him I was seventeen. The village was filled with people celebrating the Christmas holidays. The first thing I knew of him being present was the scream that echoed from the young girl as she fell to the floor. A chill swept over me as my brothers hand gripped at my shoulder. He and my father quickly surrounded him, but the creature was looking for some entertainment. Nothing more…not yet. I pushed closer through the crowds that backed away. That’s when the screams started and people began to run to the safety of their homes. All that remained was my family the few brave villagers gripping the first weapons they could find. He didn’t stay long, but those few moments in his presence changed my life forever. It was then I understood the danger in which we were living. The power that radiated from him was overwhelming. My father called him a vampire and not only vampire’s existed. It was the stuff of nightmares and my nightmare was only just beginning. When I look into the mirror I no longer see the once joyful child I was. My face is serious and hard, my eyes tired from the pressure of this new knowledge. I take no pleasure in looking after my appearance and although good hygiene is important to me, I do not waste precious minutes doing my hair in the morning. A simple plait is usually all I manage. My dresses remain in my wardrobe. Gathering dust they are worlds apart from the men’s trousers I often don. Trousers and jackets seem much more appropriate for the work I take on around the house and on the farms. My father no longer employs enough staff here and there is always work to do. |
