Kathryn Elizabeth

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Born in September of 1515 to Augustus Edgar Windsor and Victoria Cecilia Kyra Windsor, Kathryn Elizabeth was the youngest of the Windsor children, and the only female they had in generations. Being born in that era, her father would come to abuse the power of having a daughter and force her to do things that one should never force upon a child.

 

 

At first, growing up with an older brother, loving mother, and a false loving father, Kathryn thought all was going well in her life until she started getting receiving things she never dreamed of. Having her brother watching her every move, protectiveness lingering in his eyes, she always felt as if she could rely on him when things would show to become tough in her life. As she grew, she realized quickly, even at the young age of six, that a lady was what she was to become, a lady that men would come from miles upon miles to try to win her hand. And that was when the trouble first started for her.

 

 

Years had passed before she received her first abuse, from none other than her father. Kathryn had always loved playing games with her brother, some ending up in her getting dirt on her face, or in her hair, and her father disapproved, on this one day though, her father drunk as a clown, had found her outside in the courtyard playing. Yelling at the girl, he made his way over and raised his hand to her, bruising her face and leaving her once flawless, for a mortal at least, face with a swollen lip and bruised skin. And even though she had wished that would have been the last, it seemed as if fate would cause many more bruised faces and broken bones for her.

 

 

When she hit the age of 23, her mother came to her one evening and after seeing the blood that resided on her daughters face she begged her to leave. Her daughter was her mother’s pride and joy, and they had become close, so having to leave her mother was a hard choice for Kathryn, but a needed one. So with that she left her father’s house, and planned to make her way from Ireland to England hoping it would provide her with happiness.

 

 

 

England

 

 

Upon entering England, she came to realize that the type of man her father was, lived everywhere and unfortunately she came into contact with them. She moved around the streets of England, and for the most part it was lovely, and she had finally made herself a home and had a job to take care of her own self.

 

 

A year after she had moved here, she knew she was safe from her father’s abusive grasp, but was nowhere safe from the streets of England. Walking home from a pub one evening she was attacked by a group of men. They cornered her in an alley and grabbed a hold of her tightly, bruising her small arms, their breath smelled of alcohol. They decided that she had worn too many clothing and tore her dress to shreds to reveal the fair skin beneath. After stripping her nude, they threw her to the ground and claimed her as their own, each one of them. They threw her around, broke her ribs along with other bones, cut her skin, and raped her leaving her in the alley once they were done. Kathryn was broken, and all she wanted was to die, as peacefully as she could. She cried for what seemed like hours, until someone appeared from the shadows and took her away from the alley.

 

 

She woke up the next morning to a new life. She stood, to see herself wearing a black dress gown. Kathryn turned around to a new environment which scared her. She walked around the new house until she found a mirror, wanting to see the damage that had happened to her the previous night. Finding one she looked into it, expecting to see horrible damage, to be shocked. Her mouth dropped as she saw her face, flawless, almost angelic like, her hair a dark, almost black color, her eyes had changed as well. Changing from a once, light blue eye shade, into a sapphire blue that seemed to pierce through the mirror. She froze as she placed a hand to her face in shock, a single thought snaked itself into her mind, ‘what had happened to her’.

 

 

Her first day as a vampire, and not even her own creator wanted her. She was more alone now, then she was as a mortal.