Aubrey Mayor

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Name:
Aubrey Mayor

Age:
22
Where do you Live?:

London, England
Profession:

Amateur Photographer and Librarian
History:

Aubreys' mothers' name had been Emalie Rice. She worked for an agency that tried to maintain certain paraphernalia. The heart of New Orleans is covered black with Voodoo practitioners and modern day Gypsies. The idea was to make sure that if it was possible to use the dark arts, The Agency would be there to control it and make sure that no humans ever found out or were ever affected or harmed. Vampires and werewolves were the highest targets.
The Agency was called New Dawn. Emalie Rice was the best runner they had. She was known as The Executioner. She hunted out the evil and destroyed them. One night they asked her to take out the master vampire of a coven. He had done nothing wrong, but New Dawn wanted to start wiping out all things that were not 'human' starting with the vampires.Emalie had refused the job. The agency tried to persuade her with no luck. Finally, in an attempt to publicly frame the coven master, they slaughtered Aubrey's father and burned their home to the ground. They forgot to destroy one thing. Aubrey. Emalie was offered protection by the coven. She took Aubrey and went into hiding. Aubrey grew up round vampires. She knew nothing of the animosity or fear that surrounded the new family that were protecting the two females. Aubrey also didn't realize that no one believed vampires were real, she didn't even know they were any different.

Underground wars began to unfold. A dark secret that the humans would occasionally whisper into one another ears. There was no such things as Vampires or Werewolves, no such thing as Voodoo Priests or ancient rituals. That's what they wanted to believe, that is what they were taught and told to believe. They were wrong. The agency had begun breaking down forces and driving the not-so-normal out of the city. That's how my Emalie Rice, The Executioner, Dawn's Justice was murdered. Aubrey was only six years old when she watched th cruel slaughter of her mother. Only six years old when Jean-Claude, The Master Vampire took her and fled with his coven. Only six years old when here eyes were opened to the difference of the unnatural world she lived in and the natural one that she originally belonged too.

Jean-Claude raised Aubrey. As she grew older he let her know more and more of his secrets. By the time Aubrey was 18, she knew almost every aspect of his life. She also learned that The Agency would never stop hunting Jean-Claude's cove, or her. For some reason this terrified her protector. In order to keep her safe, Jean-Claude invented a new identity for Aubrey. He set up her living in London. He provided her with a bank account and even had acquired her a job. She had refused to go at first, stalling for an entire year. How could she leave them? Aubrey didn't want to be vampire, but she did not want to live among people who didn't believe they existed. They were as real as Aubrey herself and they were her family.

One night as she slept Gabriella, Jean-Claude's sister, went to Aubrey in her bed room. She told Aubrey of the threat of The Agency and how they were too soon to find the coven in hiding. She said that Jean-Claude needed her to leave to protect herself and the coven. One moment she was there, whispering her urgencies into Aubrey's young ear. Then, she had left her. Leaving behinde only soft sobs. Aubrey was prepared to leave the next night. She took time to memorize her family. Their ungodly perfection and beauty, their still and graceful way of moving silently, and their ability to be just as or more humane as humans. She loved them. None of them had asked for their life. Not even the ones who were centuries and centuries older than me. Not even my Jean-Claude. He went with her to the Airport. He held Aubrey close as it was time for her to leave. One second he was there, whispering in Aubrey's ear. Then he was gone.

Aubrey's mother and father had been slaughtered by humans. Humans who hated anything different from themselves. She was raised in a Vampire Coven.Vampires had saved her life and tried to save her mothers'. Aubrey is now forced to live among humans to protect that coven. Aubrey Mayor was now her name. It rolled off her tongue like fire. It meant little to her...it means nothing to you.

Personality:

Aubrey Mayor is obviously a tad bit angry at the world. She wants to try and fit in, but not by choice. It's only for the sake of the people who raised her. She is shy and quiet, but extremely curious. She cannot stop herself from getting into things that she shouldn't. She can't control her anger at certain times.But she can also be very sweet. Especially to people who are outcasts.





Aubrey Stood on a shore under a black fringe of trees. Her dark orbs watched the as lake lapped and rolled away into the dark. The moon hung huge and silver in the sky. The moonlight made glittery patterns on the water. Jean-Claude rose from the water. It streamed silver lines from his hair and shirt. His long black hair was in loose curls clinging to is face from being wet. His white shirt clung close to his body. Jean-clause slowly extended his hand out toward Aubrey's small frame.

Aubrey was wearing a long, dark dress. It was heavy and hung around her like a weight. Something inside the skirt made it stick out to either side like a tiny malformed hoop. A heavy cloak was pushed back over Aubrey's shoulders. It was autumn,and the moon was harvest-full.

Jean-Claude's voice floated to Aubrey. It was low and so deep that it was soothing. "Come with me.'

Aubrey stepped off the shore and sank into the water. It filled her skirt, soaking into her cloak. Aubrey frantically pulled the cloak off, letting it sink out of sight. The water felt as warm as bath water, as warm as blood. Aubrey raised up her hand to the moonlight, and to the liquid that was thick and dark streaming down. The liquid that she realized had never been water.

Aubrey stood in the shallows in a dress that she had never imagined, by a shore that she did not know, and stared at a beautiful man moving toward her, covered in glossy blood.
Aubrey woke from her dream gasping for air. Clutching he sheet, she felt her heart-rate slowly beginning to regulate. She had been dreaming of Jean-Claude again. Her slender fingers began tracing her face. "Oh Jean-Claude." Slowly she brought her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them. "I don't want to be out here on my own. I want to come home. I want to be with you." Aubrey cried into her knees.

She knew at a very young age she was in love with him. She was even fairly certain that he knew. Nothing he had ever done or said had made her think that he was in love with her. Until the airport. The way he held her and what he whispered into her ear...Crystal blue eyes shut tightly, trying to hold the tears in. "I'm protecting you mon' petite. No one will hurt you as long as I am with you. I'm always with you mon' petite. " His voice filled her head like a lullaby and Aubrey was tempted to close her eyes and sleep. He had loved her. Why was that love not enough?

[Fang]

Aubrey Mayor

22

Vampire

London

Animals at first, but her sire will force her to hunt humans sooner than later


Xavier Alex had an old score to settle with Aubrey. His coven had once mistaken Aubrey as a gift, he never freed himself of the grudge after they were denied. He set out to hunt her and turn her. He succeeded.

Nightfall, it was almost over. It had been a long night, wanting to fight these werewolves, then being turned on by his own brethren? or what he thought was he brethren. Those were nothing more than mere Imitations of Vampires, nothing more than Damned Souls with no etiquette or ethics. Time seemed to not exist in the world that he had been in back at the parks. It had all went by so fast, but it had been drawn out to where a second felt like ten minutes. In reality, Xavier had only been there for roughly and Hour and a Half.

Xavier's ice blue eyes slowly gazed up into the moon. The only thing that seemed to be visible in his incredible speed. He had so much time to be with Aubrey that he could stop running right now, but he didn't. She was injured and however dense Xavier's hatred was for humans, she wouldn't be one much longer. Her wound's were enough to have her dead already, however she seemed to fight through the pain and continue to go on living. Oh, the pain ahead..She didn't understand how excruciating it would be. The venom would course through her veins and it would feel like Jet fuel being set off in her body, along with getting a couple of rounds through the electric chair to sugarcoat it.

Sadness almost overcame him as he realized the pain she would be going through, however that feeling was suddenly drowned out by the overwhelming triumph of the resurrection of the Black Nail Coven. She was being presented with a high honor. Xavier wasn't any random dirty, no-name Vampire like the ones back at the park. Just the sound of his name would cause pain to one-thousand souls in this world and in the next. The Black Nail Coven was the most respected Coven in england during their years of reign, Vampires would cower in fear at one of their member's presence but they have since then vanished.

No Longer, No longer would Xavier have this curse of being the only of his Coven left, He would no longer be subject to the ridicule of his Covens representation. People would hear the name and shake in fear. People would catch the scent and run into their hideouts and wait until they passed. And it all would begin, as soon as Xavier stepped through the doors of the large, rich, beautiful mansion that he stood in front of now.

Somehow, Aubrey fought through the darkness that was trying to take her. She was going to die. The last few hits she had taken was too much for her fragile body. She clung to the vampire. She couldn't remember if the others were alive or not. She would have cried for them, but she had no energy.

She felt them stop. She peeked up. They were standing in front of a massive door. This was it. This was the end. She should have fought it, she wanted too, but she couldn't. Her body shuttered. It wouldn't be long now. She might even die before he could take her. She sighed and pressed into him, half terrified of what was waiting in store, half anticipating the same.

Xavier tapped a few buttons on the side of the door, a security key code only he himself knew. His eyes then shifted at Aubrey, she was terrified, almost too scared to cry. Then, the sound of a mechanical unlocking was heard and he opened the door. The sight was beautiful. High walls and Marble pillars decorating the main entry. A grand piano in the corner of the living area and a fireplace with a large carpet set right in front.

That was his destination, that is where he was going to change her. Xavier slowly walked over to that location and placed her body down. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He gently laid her down in the middle of the unearthly soft carpet and brushed her hair out of her eyes. His facial expression was sincere and warm. He wanted to make this experience as easy as possible. He picked up a few candles and placed them around the carpet, leaving her in a ring of burning candles.

He sighed, he was going to make sure she was alive then entire way through. He took off his jacket and dimmed the lights to where they were barely noticeable. However, behind the darkness you could still make out his piercing blue eyes and his glimmering white fangs that slightly peeked out of his mouth. He crossed his arms and his paced around the burning circle.

It will hurt, It will be very painful, i will not lie to you. However, the outcome..is that of intense relief and satisfaction. You will wake up in a new world, the world of the Damned. I will teach you everything you need to know. Seeing that you are being Introduced into the Black Nail Coven it is only right I explain to you that this will be more painful than a normal transformation. You will be bitten, you will drink my blood, and your body will die. It doesn't get any more simple than that.

From his back pocket, Xavier pulled out a Rosary and pleasantly gave it to Aubrey, even if she didn't have faith in a God, it was best that she start, because the pain ahead was something No God should allow..

Aubrey's breath became shallow. She could feel her body slowing and preparing to stop. She looked up into his eyes, the reflection of the candles making them seem glossy. She didn't want to hear promises of pain. It would take three days to fully turn. Maybe he would just let her sleep the entire time.

She opened her mouth, but no sound could come. Her eyes watered with tears that would never shed as she tightly grasped the Rosary. How would she ever be able to explain this to Jean-Claude. He sent her away from New Orleans to protect her, and now she was dying. Dying in the arms of a man who had wanted to see her as a slave.

She raised her eyes to his face. In the dim light, with all of the candles surrounding the pair, he almost looked like an angel. She reached up to graze his face. Maybe death wouldn't be so bad. She nodded. What other choice did she have?

Her warm touch caused Xavier to lust even more for the taste of her blood. It was calling him, he wanted to take every drop of blood from her but he couldn't he had another purpose for her. She would be the frist of the second generation of The Black Nail Coven. She would wake up 3 days from now, not knowing she had changed until she looks at those fine, glossy black nails decorating her hands.

He grabbed her wrist and nodded to her in security, besides the pain, she would be fine. He rubbed her wrist for a second and laid it down. Xavier slowly lowered to lay down right beside her and smiled, then then leaned over her body to the other side of her neck. Her aroma was beautiful, he was anxious to begin. His tounge slid up and down the side of her neck, to moisten the skin of course. He bared his fangs and slowly dug deep into her neck. It may have just been the wait, but he had not tasted blood so sweet in a long time, years. He drank, for what seemed like an eternity and he pulled his mouth away, the blood that remained in his mouth that was not swallowed spilled to the ground and he looked at her.

His eyes looked at her sweetly, the pain had only begun. He pulled his sleeve up to his elbow and sliced deeply into his wrist with his index finger's sharp nail. Dark blood dripped onto the floor as he looked sincerely into the eyes of Aubrey, this was it.

Drink, sweetheart.

His warmth was comforting. She had wanted to melt into his warmth, but then cam the pain. I was sharp and almost unbearable. She cried out in shock. She felt his release and her own blood falling onto her body.

She watched him lower his wrist to her mouth. She wanted to resist at first, but she was afraid to die. She took his wrist into her hands and forced it to her mouth. This pain was unbearable. She writhed on the carpet and screamed out in agony.

She gripped at Xavier, pulling him toward her. She could feel the blood freezing in her veins. She cried as she curled into her ball. She doubted she could survive three days of the agony, but she had no option of turning back.

As Aubrey kicked, screamed and turned violently, he softly brushed her hair back. It was going to be a long 3 days, He could feel the agony as her screams echoed from the walls of his home. His eyes slowly lowered as he felt her arms gripping him tightly, begging for the pain to stop. However, there was no hope in turning back now, she was going to be a vampire, A member of The Black Nail Coven at that.

Xavier tried his best to comfort her through her agony, 3 days of pain and suffering was something no one should bare. However, she was the lucky one to take it all in. He only hoped that she would come out of the trail of pain a new being entirely. He hoped she would understand his motives and be able to accept the rules and laws of the Coven. Oh, the thoughts running through his head now were amazing. All while looking at her face coil up in pain as the venom took away at her body.

Three days later

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Honey orbs slowly opened. They blinked rapidly. She sat up, slowly. She was in an immaculate room. She had been in rooms like this before, but only as a young girl. When she got older Jean-Claude had never wanted her in his room. He had said it was too much of a temptation. She was sitting in a colossal bed that dominated the central area of the room. The coverlet was gold, just barely lighter than the walls; the frame was black, made of intricately pattered wrought iron. Sculpted metal roses wound in vines up the tall posts.

Aubrey slipped off of the bed, wrapping the silk golden sheet around her naked body. She walked to the far wall. It was covered by a large mirror. She touched her reflection. Her eyes widened when she seen the bite marks on her neck. There were several. He had fed from her while she was turning. She looked down at her nails. He had polished them. The candlelight reflected off the smooth, black surface.

She could hear someone approaching the room. She could sense Xavier. She quickly moved back to the bed. She situated the sheets around her and waited for him. Oddly enough, she was anticipating his entrance.

Xavier walked down the long, unforgiving hallways of his home. He was wearing a tight black muscle shirt with a long, elegant , silky red robe that touched the floor. He moved slowly toward the room where he had put Aubrey, She should have been awake by now, the three day mark had past and it was time for her to awaken and embrace eternal life.

Slowly, his hand turned the doorknob to the massive French doors. He pulled the door open and slowly walked in. Nightfall had just begun. Xavier flipped the switch on the wall, the light would be blinding to her, however he wanted to see her face, how gorgeous she would look as a Vampire instead of a human, her pasty white skin, dark eyes, lovely hair. He had taken care of her in her time of pain. Xavier brushed and straightened her hair, cleaned her up and made sure she was presentable. As the first day as a Vampire, she couldn't look grungy.

He smiled and her and slowly moved toward her bedside. He grabbed her hand and looked at her nails. Fresh, shiny and glossed to a black so fine it could even be seen in the darkest room. The venom that created the black appearance resembled nail polish, but it was far from it. Xavier laid her hand down and crossed his arms and observed her defensive posture under the sheets. He had seen everything he wanted to see while she was in her slumber, why would she be hiding it now.

How are you feeling?

The words rolled from his lips. [/size]