Fiona Valentine
Quick Profile:
Name:Fiona Valentine
Died at Age:35
Clan:Lasombra Attribute
Place of Orgin:Paris, France
Birthday:November 1, 1834
Deathday:February 14, 1869
Sire:D'artainion Notre Dame Paris and Prince Armanstead Alwyn
Marital Status:Married to Prince Armanstead Alwyn
Height:5ft2
Hair color:Blonde goes to the small of her back
Eye color:Blue
Body Type:Slender
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Bonjour, I am Fiona Valentine. I am Prince Armanstead’s wife, for the two of us where always ment to be together. But let me start at the beginning, I was born November 1,1834, in the 1st district of Paris often called the Latin district from when Rome first founded it. And the 1st district is just an island in the center of the massive city. I always lived in a townhouse across the street from the Notre Dame Paris. See my mother died when I was 3 years old and I was left in my father’s care. He insisted in living in those townhouse, for his work was across the street. He was a special type of monk, he would blend himself in Paris and search for suspicious looking characters. For my father was a witch hunter, he was in the division for vampires though, so you could almost call him a Vampire Slayer.
When I reached the age of 8 he soon started teaching me the family occupation. I became quite good at tracking such character down, and snooping. Imagine being taken down by a little blonde French girl that was barely higher then your hip. My father died when I was 13, so I was to live on my own now in the townhouse that he left me. I was also to take over the family business. Two years later I met the most gorgeous man. His name I think you already know, Armanstead. He was very kind and gentle, I might goes as far to say soft hearted. Unlike myself my heart was harden. But when I was around this courageous kind man it seemed like not even I the harden witch hunter could resist his charisma. Within a few short months I had become pregnant from this man. I was due February 14, 1850. I was 16 now in January 8 ˝ months pregnant and Armanstead ends up being called back to London. But before he left I noticed a suspicious looking character following him around. He was about the same height as Armanstead 6 ft, had long raven black hair that went to his calf, black eyes that reflected a purple light, and he wore one earring that dangled and carried a charm of a crescent moon on it. I warned this man, for I knew he wasn’t a man but a vampire to keep his deadly gaze away from Armanstead and to go find dinner somewhere else. This would be Armanstead’s undoing. I did some research on this vampire, I soon found that he had been an orphan at the very cathedral in which I was employed and my father and mother where as well; his name was D’artainion Notre Dame Paris. He had been exiled from the cathedral when he joined a thespian troupe, and refused to quit. Armanstead had forgotten to tell me that he is heir to his father’s Lordship. Well a week before my due date he comes with his father who is deathly ill to come meet me.
He was a sweet old man and very understanding for a Brit. Well it was Valentine’s Day and I was in labor, not one of my more romantic valentine’s day to say the least. At 6:01 my little baby boy was born. And he was so beautiful and so I named him so, my little Beau. Beau was never much for crying when he was a baby he did not even cry when he was born, but made more a refined cooing. Well the night he was born I listened to him breath while he slept. But then I heard a strange noise like footsteps come in. I thought it must be Armanstead, for he had been across the other side of Paris, his father died this night. I opened to see and my eyes first saw D’artainion and then to Armanstead who was feeding on little Beau. I grab the nearest object to, which happened to be a broom and I slapped D’artainion over the head with it. I had also learned in my research that previous witch hunter had made note that D’artainion absolutely detested crosses so I wore one around my neck. And now that I had his attention I shined that silver cross to him. With much speed beau was dropped back into his crib and the two ran.
I picked up my little Beau, I was not sure he was going to make it through the night. But he scraped through it and never again has he been that vulnerable. I taught him everything I knew. Though it was hard when that adorable little face would ask about his father, for it was still hard for me talk about even 18 years later. A year later on Valentine’s Day was Beau’s birthday he was turning 19 the same age and day Armanstead was when he died. For at this time I did not know it was my son’s same fate. Beau had been seeing Armanstead for a year now learning from his father things that I had taught him. And now Armanstead sired my little Beau. I was heart broken. That very night D’artainion came to me almost enraged, and he told me this news. I had nothing now and so D’artainion was now having his revenge he called it and then he grabbed my face. And he kissed me, needless to say I was confused but then he bit into my tongue. He drained me of my blood, I could not feel anything except the ecstasy that came from dieing. An hour before dawn I was close to dieing I awoken for a brief moment to see a woman over me, “Armanstead she’s alive but barely,” She said with a Greek accent. And then I noticed something most startling. Something I have only heard in legends but the woman leaning over me had three eyes. And then I saw his beautiful face again, my blonde angel Armanstead. My son was nowhere to be seen.
“I have to save her Denea,” he then slit his wrist and let the blood flow into my mouth. I was weak I couldn’t stop or motivate anything. Denea stroked my throat so that the blood went into my gully. I was so far gone that it was not so painful to die my mortal death anymore for I had been through most of the process.
“Denea, take her into your care, for you are the only one I trust with such a deed. Teach her to be a vampire. For if the prince finds out that I made two childe tonight he would kill me and all my childer,” I then lost all consciousness.
When I awoke the next night I was a vampire, no longer in Paris. I was in a house near the beach in Greece. Denea taught me everything that was vital of being a vampire. When Armanstead started traveling to other countries away from D’artainion, on his way back to visit D’artainion he always stop at the little house to come see me. When our little boy went out on his own Armanstead finally proposed to me a 100 years after Armanstead was initially going to do, talk about getting cold feet. And now I live with him in his castle, which is an hour outside of London. ::leans in closer:: So what gossip do your lips hold
