CharacterRegistration| Evelyn Vincent [WIP]

[Evelyn Vincent]

Name: Evelyn Rhea Vincent
Age: 319 --> 18
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire
Background:

Snow calmly littered the frozen ground, making the scenery look as if it would fall to pieces if disturbed. The day was December seventeenth, and the barely seen sun should have been in the center of the sky by then. This beautiful snowy town was hidden away in England, and so small that everyone knew each other. This was a place where one's business was everyone's business. Everyone knew where everyone went, what everyone did, and when someone's relatives were coming for a visit. This was a town where everyone seemed like family, but this closeness never went to the extent that they'd walk in on people. Unless something that affected the entire population was happening. And that's exactly what went on this particular day.

Her groans of pain were slightly muffled, due to the fact that everyone stood outside, watching, while only a select few were inside. There lay a woman on a hospital bed, a man by her side and holding her hand. A doctor and two nurses helping her through this ordeal. Only moments later, her voice was silenced and a smile dominated the man's visage. These two people, were known as John and Jocelyn Vincent, happily married for two years. What they went through that day, was the birth of their first child, who they were to name Evelyn, after her mother's deceased grandmother. When the doctor handed the stressed - but relieved - mother her child, she couldn't help but utter a small sigh of joy.

From the day he was born, John and Jocelyn seemed to know that Evelyn wasn't a normal child - in a good way, however. She learned to become independent at an early age of five, and always wanted to venture out back to the woods that added scenery to their home. She had a wild imagination, and always played games with the neighborhood children. They would pretend they were pirates, kings, and on occasions, magical sorcerers. At around the age of sixteen, her father came down with a little disease that could kill. He was one who explored and usually traveled to distant places, so it was only inevitable that he would catch a disease spreading through another country. Normally, it is uncommon for a disease like this to be found in adults, but apparently, John Vincent was an exception. He returned a few days later, to let his family know that he was infected, but he wasn't allowed near them at all.

Several people with a skill in medics kept him away from his family until they could decipher what he had. But Jocelyn couldn't resist not seeing him. She broke the rules and went to see him. The doctors, of course, were in panic now that he had a visitor because they had just learned this illness was infectious. They didn't remove her from the premises - they just put her in another bed, knowing the symptoms that would come. But what of the sixteen year old girl? Simple, she went to stay with a relative in a larger town only miles away - and she was strict. She taught the young girl to sew, to cook, and to clean. She wanted her to be the 'perfect girl'. She hated it, but she would put up with it until she could see her parents again. That was when she got the news.

They were dead. Along with the doctors, and it soon came to her attention that the entire town had become infected. That news made her throat seem to close; she seemed to choke. "Evelyn?" Her grandmother had called, worried. She quickly came to her side. "T-they're..." She stuttered. "They're what?" It was overwhelming, it was like she couldn't breathe. "Dead." She whispered, tears forming at her eyes. Evelyn [her grandmother who she was named after] brought her into an embrace, but the young seventeen year old girl pushed away. The elderly woman was startled, but then she came to soon realize that the teen thought she might have been infected on her way out of that town.

Almost a year had passed, and Evelyn dreaded anything that could happen. She was afraid that she might die, although her grandmother always reassured her that she would be fine. Wrong. She was now eighteen, and she lay in a bed. Medics with masks around her, trying to find a vaccine. No success. She spent several months surrounded by doctors and tools only to feel worse and worse. For all she knew, her grandmother was sick too! Evelyn felt it was her fault... she had brought that dreaded disease to the woman that took care of her for what seemed to be the rest of her life. Or so she thought. When she felt her end had come near, she fled the infirmary in the dead of night, running as far away as she could. The sound of her heard pounding grew faint as she felt herself slow down; her breathing slow and uneven. Was this what the end of the disease felt like?

Evelyn dropped to her knees, her left hand clutching her chest and her right holding firm to the ground. Everything was spinning, and her chest burned. She couldn't help but utter out a gasp for air, which slowly turned to sobs. She knew she was going to die, but what she didn't know that someone near could change that. Only meters away from her, stood a man. A devilish smirk on his face and he approached her. It was always against his morals to kill humans for food, but since she was going to die anyway, it was a loophole. She let out a half-yelp as she was dragged up from the ground. Her arm was now in pain as she felt a firm grasp around it. "Wh-" She couldn't get that out without managing a gasp. She heard a chuckle, and then pain in her neck.

It all happened so fast that she found herself on the ground, a sudden chill on her neck. That must have been the wind blowing against... blood. She reached for her clavicle and felt a warm liquid attach itself to her hand. She brought her arm up to look at it and a sudden pain burst through her neck. Had someone just lit her on fire!??! The now-bloodied hand clutched her neck in hopes of getting rid of this sudden pain. No luck. "Amazing..." She heard the sound of a man - probably the one who attacked her. She heard the crunching of twigs as he approached her. "So you're not dead?" Why the hell wasn't he helping her?? All he did was ask questions while she writhed in pain. She was about to choke out a response, but she had given in to the ache which spread through her entire body and everything went black.

When she awoke, Evelyn felt as if she were reborn. Everything was more clear, and when she was quick. She even noticed that she wasn't in the room alone. And who put her there? Her gaze quickly darted to a man standing not too far.

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