One Life: Episode 7 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT (last page)
babyblue1387:
Episode 2: Rise To Power (The story if Isadora Baudelaire)
It is true when they say we have one life to live, but what happens when that one life does not end? What, then, do you do with the millenia that pass before your eyes? What do you do with the millenia that have not yet come to pass? The lovers will come, and they will go, but I...Yes, I remain eternal.
My name is Lady Baudelaire. The Lady Isadora Jeunesse Baudelaire. Jeuness, ironically, means youth in french. And I had been know for my youth and my beauty. I remember being adored.
I was loved and cherised. Men could get no fill of the sweet nectar I offered. And many women hated me for it. I was called Devine, and men and women alike threw themselves at my feet, begging my good graces. I had man after man on my arm. I wore only the finest silks and cloths on my body.
Of course I was the best and deserved the best. My father was a French dignitary. The French Embassador. I was his eldest, by far the prettiest, and he spoiled me. Men fought for my hand.
It was my brother, however, who made everything come crashing down. He was being taught to follow in my father's footsteps. Instead of respecting his position as I would have done, he got Papa in a spot of trouble he couldn't get out of.
I had been out that night. My father was persistant about getting me to a rather lovely social engagement. I was to take my sister and my mother with me, but my sister fell ill and Maman stayed home to care for her. When I got back that evening, no words could describe the scene I saw. My precious little sister was found in the fountain. I didn't have the stomach to look.
I couldn't comprehend what was going on. Nothing made sense. I blacked out.
When I came to, I thought I had gone to hell. This horrible man was standing over me. His face was that of a skeleton, and it was absolutely ghastly. There were more of them, the skeletons, behind him. Had I been in my right mind, I would have demanded to know who he was and all that sort. Yet I didn't.
My body ached with such pain as I had never felt before. I could'nt breathe, my vision faded in and out, my throat was beyond dry, and I hungered. It was a hunger like I had never known before. I hungered for more than just food. I hungered for life. I hungered for the warm touch of a man, I hungered for sun on my skin, I hungered for the sweetcakes the cook made, I hungered for knowledge.
I hungered for revenge. I hungered for blood.
And I awoke. Confused and dazed, I looked at my surroundings. I had no idea where I was, but before me was the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Had I seen him any earlier in my life, I would have denounced every other man and taken up with him at once. Yet his voice was cold.
"You have awakened. You are not yet aware of what or you you are, but you have awakened."
I opened my mouth to protest angrily, but could make no sound. The urge for blood was strong and I could no longer hold back. I was surprised when he took my arm and bit into it. I felt not pain, but a lessening of. I became dizzy and darkness fell over me.
I will not bore you with the details of my centuries as not much has happened.
I've seen the man with the beautiful face but once in my new life. I did not dare to make myself think about the night when my family died. I do not think about how I came into this "new" life, but I have since awakened. I know who and what I am. I am Lady Isadora Jeuness Baudelaire, and I am a vampire.
What I want more than anything is what was stolen from me. I want my name. I want a family. I want power.
babyblueheart:
oooooooohhhhhhh! That sounds like it has the makings of a incredible story!! Loved it!! :)
babyblue1387:
Ok, here's the deal. I accidentially left the story for Rise to Power at school (seeing as how that's where I was working on it) and now it's the weekend. So no update for this week. Which really makes me sad because I was looking forward to furthering. I'm really falling in love with Isadora, and future events bring a tear to my eye. I'll put up some pics of Tomihatsu and Onoe (who are now teens) and their father from Memiors of a Should-Be Geisha. They still haven't tried to contact Kokoro, if you guys are interested. Maybe a reunion show will be in the works:wink: !
babyblueheart:
OOOH! That would be cool!:) So sad... no update!:(
babyblue1387:
The days grew long and the nights unbelieveably short. I envied the mortals their ability to walk in the sun as my preperations seemed endless. My return to power would be a wonderous thing, yet I had not counted on spending so long just making preparations and laying foundations necessary for my return. I could see no end to the problmes that would be caused by my vampirism. I could only hold meetings in the night. Much of the work, I would have to do under a disguise.
I was lucky, however, that these french dignitaries forgave me my "eccentricities," as many had their own. Some of which were best left undisturbed.
It was enough for these politicians to be in my presence. My beauty and charm lulled them into familiarity. I danced with them.
I dined with them.
I walked with them through the lavish halls of my castle. All things led but one place: the grand library. There was where these mayors and governors and emabssadors all witnessed a phenomenon like which they had never seen before: a woman with a brain.
One with ideas about political reform and how to control unruly pheasants. Ideas about how to increase the country's revenue. Instantly, these men were infatuated with me. They drank every word I spoke. They accepted me, and I gave them permission to use my ideas. A different mayor, a different governor every night made sure that my ideas were being heard at court. Merely three months after I had first invited these prominent men to my house, it was asked of them where they had been getting these wonderous ideas. Those feeble men sung my name: Baudelaire.
You must remember, now, that Baudelaire is a very powerful name. No matter how long ago it may bave been (for a lady never reveals her age), the french had not forgotten the contribution my father made to this country. Anyone carrying the name of Baudelaire was thought very highly of, and this only served to further me down the path to power. There had not beena Baudelaire in court since my father died.
When next I met with my dignitaries, they all sung to me the praises of the court. My presence had been requested at the King's court. Only the most important of men were invited, and the King kept a small, exclusive council.
"Did they not think it odd that these ideas came from a woman? Did they not denounce me on the spot?"
"No me beautiful lady."
That was the answer each man gave. No, my lady. No, my beautiful lday, they did not question you. Of course, I knew they had only spoken my last name. To them, it seemed obvouse everyone would assume they were talking about me. What other Baudelaires, after all, did anyone know? Sure the name made appearance every now and then, but none connected in any way to french politics.
Yet it would not do to dissapoint the King. The young unmarried King. I'd done my research. He was in dire need of a queen, and what better person to be the queen than the Lady Isadora Jeunesse Baudelaire?
That's it for now. I finished taking all the pics. Just have to upload them. After this, I'll be going back to do an update on the Mizumi family. See where they're at. But, as usual, comments appreciated!
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