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Darkside Royalty
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Name: Charlotte Lenore
Age: 321
Appearance: http://images3.cinema.de/imedia/864...SYoGYrx6ozgf+dy2eArlN8qVpHmg1uRtWZtqOTg==.jpg
I arrived at the fair to get in some rides and to see the freakshow. I was not at all the typical vampire. I was not serious and brooding. Hell, I did not even wear black. I wore a pink flowery shirt that was off the shoulders, a short white skirt, and underneath a pair of frilly pink lace panties with a matching bra. I loved having fun considering my past. I was the daughter of a blacksmith. When I turned 18, my father had arranged it to where I would be marrying a judge which I was completely against since he was a witch hunter. He put many innocent people to death. My father owed a debt and used me as payment. I was sent to see him and was very much repulsed by him. Later I actually came to appreciate this, but his case was the exception. He loved torturing girls even if they were not witches. The first night, he took me by force in the absolute worst way possible. I was strapped to an X shaped contraction and whipped before he raped me. I took the long way home feeling dirty and upset. That was when I met him.
I met a man dressed in all black with black hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes. He looked to be in his mid 20s We started out as friends. He told me that he worked as a guard for the king. He was just the sweetest guy. His name was Vincent. Eventually we had sex. I had to conceal the tryst. Eventually, I was found out and sentenced as a witch. I was tortured mentally, physically, sexually, and emotionally until it came time for me to meet my fate on the stake. I was tied to it and the fire was lit. Suddenly, there was a loud crash of thunder and rain which doused the flame putting it out. A storm brewed out of nowhere. A metallic voice spoke angrily. “I won’t let any of you hurt this innocent woman.” He yelled, “If anyone one should be guilty, it should be the lech of a judge and witch hunter as well as all of you!!! The rest of you get so upset because either you are jealous with your neighbor or they do something you don’t like. What do all of you do? Offer them to the stake! Your cruelty will the death of you all. I curse you all to death with the exception of the blacksmith who was forced to give his daughter over.”
At that Vincent appeared behind me and cut the restraints. I was fearful. What was he? He cursed the town with the exception of my father who he told that his debt was clear. Most the town was wiped out in a quick plague. He took me to the forest and revealed his true nature. He was a vampire. We were going to be wanted for what happened. To keep people from messing with me, he turned me into a vampire so that I could hold my own. We were together for 200 years before he was cruelly taken by a stake through the heart. He showed me so much over the years and he showed me how to have fun and live my undead life. We did not drain our victims and they were willing people that we found who were curious. I decided to wait for love. I wanted the right person. I did not want someone who would break my heart.
Anyway, I rode the ferris wheel, went through a haunted house which was funny as hell since I was not scared of the badly costumed people running it, and rode a roller coaster. I decided to go see the freakshow next. A lot of the acts were usually faked. I entered the tent and looked through. Most of them were fake… Except for one which quickly got my attention. I was in complete awe when I saw him. My look of awe turned into anger and disgust. How could they imprison such a handsome divine being!!!
I went to the cage. “Hi, there…” I said in a friendly tone. I began planning on how I was going to get him out of that hellish cage and get him away from the fair.
Age: 321
Appearance: http://images3.cinema.de/imedia/864...SYoGYrx6ozgf+dy2eArlN8qVpHmg1uRtWZtqOTg==.jpg
I arrived at the fair to get in some rides and to see the freakshow. I was not at all the typical vampire. I was not serious and brooding. Hell, I did not even wear black. I wore a pink flowery shirt that was off the shoulders, a short white skirt, and underneath a pair of frilly pink lace panties with a matching bra. I loved having fun considering my past. I was the daughter of a blacksmith. When I turned 18, my father had arranged it to where I would be marrying a judge which I was completely against since he was a witch hunter. He put many innocent people to death. My father owed a debt and used me as payment. I was sent to see him and was very much repulsed by him. Later I actually came to appreciate this, but his case was the exception. He loved torturing girls even if they were not witches. The first night, he took me by force in the absolute worst way possible. I was strapped to an X shaped contraction and whipped before he raped me. I took the long way home feeling dirty and upset. That was when I met him.
I met a man dressed in all black with black hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes. He looked to be in his mid 20s We started out as friends. He told me that he worked as a guard for the king. He was just the sweetest guy. His name was Vincent. Eventually we had sex. I had to conceal the tryst. Eventually, I was found out and sentenced as a witch. I was tortured mentally, physically, sexually, and emotionally until it came time for me to meet my fate on the stake. I was tied to it and the fire was lit. Suddenly, there was a loud crash of thunder and rain which doused the flame putting it out. A storm brewed out of nowhere. A metallic voice spoke angrily. “I won’t let any of you hurt this innocent woman.” He yelled, “If anyone one should be guilty, it should be the lech of a judge and witch hunter as well as all of you!!! The rest of you get so upset because either you are jealous with your neighbor or they do something you don’t like. What do all of you do? Offer them to the stake! Your cruelty will the death of you all. I curse you all to death with the exception of the blacksmith who was forced to give his daughter over.”
At that Vincent appeared behind me and cut the restraints. I was fearful. What was he? He cursed the town with the exception of my father who he told that his debt was clear. Most the town was wiped out in a quick plague. He took me to the forest and revealed his true nature. He was a vampire. We were going to be wanted for what happened. To keep people from messing with me, he turned me into a vampire so that I could hold my own. We were together for 200 years before he was cruelly taken by a stake through the heart. He showed me so much over the years and he showed me how to have fun and live my undead life. We did not drain our victims and they were willing people that we found who were curious. I decided to wait for love. I wanted the right person. I did not want someone who would break my heart.
Anyway, I rode the ferris wheel, went through a haunted house which was funny as hell since I was not scared of the badly costumed people running it, and rode a roller coaster. I decided to go see the freakshow next. A lot of the acts were usually faked. I entered the tent and looked through. Most of them were fake… Except for one which quickly got my attention. I was in complete awe when I saw him. My look of awe turned into anger and disgust. How could they imprison such a handsome divine being!!!
I went to the cage. “Hi, there…” I said in a friendly tone. I began planning on how I was going to get him out of that hellish cage and get him away from the fair.
