BridgeportChronicles

A New Night, A New Meal. I wake from my coffin to take in the new night. I open the lid and smile up at the full moon as is shines upon my face as I sit up. I take one step out of my coffin to step onto the floor with one of my stiletto heel boot covered foot. I then rise up and my other foot steps to the floor. I shut the lid to my coffin and I tell myself that this is a perfect night to have a bite to drink. I go into my closet and put something provocative on. I look at my outfit, adjust my breasts, and find that this black leather mini dress will work fine for luring in prey. I lick my fangs lightly before walking to me bed chamber door

The Beginning Radu the Handsome had many a lover back in the day. One of them was from France. I remember reading the name being Bella Bordeaux but it was written that was a name change for she returned from Transylvania and Wallachia. Bella had met Radu after making a deal with the family to bring in warships with her father. Bella was wooed and romanced by Radu. Bella got pregnet and was casted out from her orginal family. Bella was my great grandmother. That was the fifteenth century when the Bordeaux family was born. It was Bella that started it off with my grandfather and carried it on to my father. Bella also started up her own busnies

    It is lonely to go through eternity alone.    Someone once said that we are our memories, that life eternal is the gathering of those memories and moments we encounter. Eternity is, so many have said, a very long time. One can learn to exist with eternity or one can battle with it.    In either case, eternity always wins.    Which is why immortals can, more often than not, have a degree of madness within them.  To press back against the madness sometimes a choice needs to be made. Choices have consequences and that is what brings us to be in Spain now.    Hane’s choice brought both her, and I, Bianca Bordeaux, to this moment

The universe works in mysterious ways, at least that is what it seems to. Perhaps it is more accurate to say that the universe occasionally makes use of what is available to it. More often than not what the universe gives us in return isn’t what we expected, but it is what we needed… Even if we weren’t willing to admit that to ourselves. Date Night    Rafael couldn’t help himself.    Pleasures called to him.    No, she called to him…    …and it wasn’t Tera that was calling.    Things had changed between them in the past month and while that little part of him warned that something wasn't ri