The Tale and Trauma of Satine (Part 1)

Satine was born in the dark ages, a very long time ago in the township of “Blackwood” whereto her mother had lived and died.
Unbeknownst of her parents, her mother died during childbirth of Satine. Her mother had been bitten by a vampire while Satine was still in the wound.
Satine never knew of her mother and father, and was abandoned as a child, for the people feared her or what she may become. She was sent away to live in the Carpathian Mountains far away.
There she became skilled amongst her powers, training in martial arts, strategic war tactics, and healing.

A thing of abandonment seeped fear in her heart.
Presumably, her vampiric father watched over her, for Satine had dreams and visions that would abound her. Did he want her dead? Was he in attendance to help her, psychologically?
During her training, she met a Prince by the name of Vladimir. He would teach her many things, among philosophy and majik. Vlad seemed notable of the people, high in court. Yet feared among many.

This brought desire in Satine to return to her home village, learn of its people, of her mother’s grave (hidden behind the church), and seek out her father. Upon her arrival, she found the people in disarray. Panic reigned there. Blood towered the streets. Trusty no one was.

Part human, part vampire, part light, part dark, Satine may prove to be the savior of her village.
Satine seeks love, part of her human condition. She may be vilified by its admission.
She grows week with apathy, blood-lust, and a demoniac affiliation.

She sleeps beyond the church in her mother’s shallow grave.

“Remember, sometimes you need the dark to battle the dark. So do not discourage those who suffer from its apathy.” – Satine

©Delia Ross, 2011

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2 thoughts on “The Tale and Trauma of Satine (Part 1)

    • A bit here and there. I write poetry more frequently. I have a few stories I need to post. I really appreciate your kind words and taking the time to read it. 🙂

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