Ella Maharani, Empress of The Night

I am Ella Maharani, and this is my tale.
Whatever you do, do not make me mad.

From the dawn of time there have been
believers and non-believers of our race.

Do you believe?

I can seduce your mind and make you
fall for me and do my will, if that is what
would please me, not that I truly need to.
Just know that nothing you do, can or will
change my mind if I have my sights on you.

I do not walk in the light, the sun is foreign
to me and my kind. We can not truly survive
in the world like all you humans out there.

But, that is getting away from my tale,
so sit back and listen up. Yes, that means you.


There are some vampires that hunger for food
more then others and I was foolish to find one
of them in my youth. He was everything I thought
I wanted in a man, till one night as we were
walking in the park. That was when he caught
the scent of a lady in heat with her monthly
flow upon her. Her smell was too powerful for him,
his fangs came out and in a flash he was gone.

I headed home, thinking that he had just left me
alone in the park dumping me then and there.
Little did I know, he had left me to feed on the
lady, she was a lady of the night. Even back then
they were looked down upon by those in the higher
ranks of the city. I lived in a small home between
both worlds, not belonging to one or the other.

Once home, I set about getting things done
as I did each night, it was a routine that I
did each night. Anyone that looked in my
windows would know in what order I did them.
And that is what caused my death, or there abouts.

For before I locked my door, two attackers
came in, and one of them had stabbed me.
I knew I was dying, and yet there was nothing
I could do. I was a helpless lady then.

But, Orlando Blanchard, had return for me,
to find me gone, he walked in as the last
light was leaving my eyes. He gave me his
blood, to keep me alive. Right now I  could
not tell you why he did a thing like that.

You see Orlando is one of the most
vile, foul, filthy and greediest vampire
that has ever walked on this planted.
He is a creature that knows nothing of light.
Some have called him, Osiris The Vile.

I was born then into this new sense of
being. Higher order of senses that makes
finding food so much easier. Yet it took
me a while to get the hang of not drinking
to much too fast. It does not sit well with me.

Some say that I come on silent wings and
wrap a deadly cloak about my victims;
impartial as a dice, unyielding as rock.
I can slip amongst the shadows, flitting
between dark places, am always quiet.

You will not know I am there, till your eyes
first make contact with mine. Just remember
as you walk the streets of your town at night,
more of my kind can be found then.


Beware, for you will never know when one
of us should come for you, till it is too late.