Post by Serafina De Luca on May 21, 2009 20:48:45 GMT -5
Character Basics
Name:Serafina Caterina De Luca
Nickname:Fina, Del,De
Age:262
Appearance
Looks:Serafina even before she was turned was known as great beauty. A dark haired beauty, her long chocolate tresses reach about the middle of her back, which is normally styled in loose curls. Serafina’s eyes (once a soft brown) are now a hypnotic shade of red, and are hidden by thick black lashes. With there endless depths of; some get the feeling that Fina holds untold secrets in the sparkling red irises. Her soft pouty lips make it very easy for her to hunt, and draw anyone with in a 100 mile radius to her. Her soft angelic features she had as a human, only intensified after she was turned, making most men (mortal or immortal) feel compelled to protect her. Her small modelesque frame doesn’t help matters either. Fina stands at 5’2 and is around one hundred and ten pounds, while her body is slender and slightly toned, she still has womanly curves. Her small frame makes her a tad more agile then other vampires, making her movements more like a cat than a mountain lion.
Scars, tattoos, other marks:A crescent shaped scar on her neck.
Portrayed by: Leighton Meester.
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Personality and Stats
Basic Personality: Serafina personality is much like a tootsie pop, with out the hard outer shell. Serafina is a very shy subtle quiet creature, especially when she first meets someone. She’s never one to feel the need to loud appearance and never one to make her presences known unless she feels the need to. Her shy side makes it appear as if she has a hard outer exterior, tough to crack. But once she has the chance to open up and show her real true self to someone, she's sweet, and sometimes bubbly. Despite being a vampire, Serafina is a very gentle individual, she has a soft heart, and is a very kind and understanding person, who is open to try new ways and ideas. She has a tendency to daydream , but she is a good listener once you've caught her attention with a topic that she finds illuminating. Unfortunately, she is easily prone to depression and doesn't respond well to harsh criticized. But don’t let her quiet fragile appearance fool you. She's independent, spunky, a hopeless romantic, and very free spirited and has a bit of a fiery temper, when provoked. Having endured a not so wonderful life in her past, Serafina often shuts down sometimes when she witness any kind of unwarranted violence.
Likes: Reading, sketching, painting, writing, hunting, playing the violin, classical music, appreciating great works of art.
Dislikes:Unwarranted violence, people who don’t tell the truth, Volturi, people who feel the need to always talk about pointless chatter.
Strengths:Her ability to keep a calm level head, her free spirit, love of the finer things.
Weaknesses:When she shuts down, her lack in confidence, her temper when it snaps.
Species:Vampire
Abilities: None.
Occupation: She once was a model for great painters.
Car:Prefers to walk, or ride her bicycle.
History:
Birthplace: Florence
Family: Mother and father- Lord Andrew De Luca. Lady Julietta De Luca Brother- Lucern De Luca. Sisters- Ella De Luca, and Claudia De Luca
Friends:none.
Sweet. Quiet. Shy. Serafina, was born on the warm day of July, 17th, 1759 in Florence, Italy, to Lord Andrew De Luca and Lady Juliette De Luca . Serafina would have loved to have told people that she grew up in one in one of those families where there was love between one another. Where the mother and father looked at one another with adoration, and loved one another and the children they had. But she couldn’t . Serafina grew up in a cold, hard family. Where no love, laughter, or any signs of enjoyment went on with in the walls of her home. Her parents behaved like most normal couples who’d been forced into an arranged marriage. They loathed one another, ignored each other for the most part, talked to one another when there was no other choice, had numerous affairs, her father often beat on her mother, and they went out and drink every night, not caring about the children they left at home-crying with their nannies. The youngest in a family of four in an upper-class family, Serafina was raised to be a lady of good breeding, to be a socialite, to marry an equally rich man, and have a number of children to pass along whatever title she married into. For years she was taught by her governess the proper etiquette of a young aristocratic lady; how to walk with the grace and confidence of a queen, how to talk so everyone hung off her every word, how to carry your self when entering a room so that every head turned her way, and when it was and wasn’t appropriate to speak.
Unlike most children her age Serafina never cried, complained, or spoke out of turn when she was forced to spend endless hours pouring over her lessons, or taking turns around the house with a book placed atop of her head. Her governess attributed Serafina’s discipline and silence to she didn’t want to enrage her father, or have to endure one of her mothers cruel tongue lashings. But it wasn’t the reasoning at all. While she could have done with out the constant etiquette lessons that would one day attract a husband, a thought that made her stomach turn when ever she spent any length of time thinking about. She loved her studies. She was more interested in learning all she could about the world. She wanted to be more than a very polished woman of society who knew how to serve tea. She soon became a woman who not only knew how to poor tea, but one who spoke four different languages, new about mathematics, science, philosophy. A fact she kept to her self.
Her very quiet, shy, studious, mysterious nature made her often the talk of conversations when ever she was around her parents for any length of time, or anyone else for that matter. People would often remark how different she was from her brother and sisters, how she didn’t seem to poses any of the De Luca woman traits; a fondness for shopping, gayety, soirées, and men. But what she showed them was a very well developed façade. Most didn’t know the free spirited, stubborn, temperamental, witty, humorous, argumentative girl she really was, she hid it fearing that her parents volatile relationship would crush it, just as it had crushed her older brother and sisters.
As the years passed and Serafina matured into a young woman, some of that stubbornness surfaced, and she began to rebel. She no longer sat demurely taking all of her fathers back hands when he lost his tempter, her mothers constant vicious tongue lashings over the way she was, and the endless etiquette lessons she was forced to still endure, but rebelled. Her rebellion like most rebellions started off small. She’d do things knowing that it would upset her father. Saying things that would purposely anger her mother. And would complain during etiquette lessons when she wanted to do something more important like read. And over time she worsened and she soon; told her father after he’d back handed her, that if he ever did it again she would go out in pubic the next day with her bruised swollen face, telling her mother that she was a cold bitter old woman, to outright refusing her governess to do anymore etiquette lessons. She unfortunately let too much of her rebellions nature free, and crossed the line.Her father was outraged, and felt helpless at the threat Serafina issued to him. And if there was one thing that her father could not stand was feeling helpless. So he did the one thing that would bring his daughter to heal; he arranged a marriage for her.
When her father and mother called her into the sitting room, Serafina instantly knew that something was wrong by the almost gleeful look on her fathers face, and the pained expression that was etched into her mothers beautiful face. She waited patiently for her father to drop the bomb on her. She didn’t have to wait long, her father all but cooed the news of her engagement. Like a man who'd won the lottery. Serafina couldn’t believe it when her father told her, that she would be marry Lord Ashcraft (a man much like her father; cold, abusive, and mean tempered) she felt as if her world had ended. She’d sworn that she would never enter a marriage like her parents had; cold and no love. She wanted to meet a man, gradually fall in love with him and be happy, in love, and completely committed to one another. But no her father was forcing this stranger into her life whether she liked it or not. The news of her engagement caused a large amount of discontent with in the house. Her sisters were furious that there father would force Serafina into an arranged marriage (them having had the choice of falling in love with the perfect men) the soft one in the family. Her eldest brother who had always looked after and protected her from as many as their fathers rants as he could, had almost killed there father when he was told (flying into a fit of rage and doing what everyone in the house hold had wanted to do; give their father the sound beating he deserved) what his father had done. But of all the reactions that surprised her the most was her mothers. Instead of the lecture she figured her mother would give her about accepting her fate, her mother had come to her after the news, wrapped her arms around her daughter and sobbed. She sobbed for forgiveness over all the lost years she’d wasted, sobbed for the same fate her daughter was now cursed with.
After her mother had left her room some hours later, Serafina ventured to her fathers study, and faced him, her shoulders pulled back and a look of hate shinning out of her eyes. And she told him flat out that she would not marry Lord Ashcraft. And that she was joining a convent. Her father was outraged that she was still showing this headstrong behavior, and it sent him into a rage, one of the likes she had never seen, her father beat Serafina so severely that on her wedding day two weeks later she still had several large yellow marks on her cheeks (from the bruising) and was forced to where her veil through out most of the ceremony, as well as the wedding reception. Married life was much like it had been when as it was at hom, the only difference now being that she ran the household, and she no longer had her older brother to protect her when her husband flew into rages. And just like she'd done, while living with her parents, Serafina began to rebel. Only this time her rebellion was in the form of posing for painters. But what started off as a way to get back at her husbands beatings soon turned into a lucrative career. By the time Serafina was twenty-one she’d posed (secretly of course) in at least twenty paintings. Unfortunately it didn't stay a secret for very long. Out of the twenty paintings that she posed in sixteen of them became famous through out the art word and the social world that Serafina circulated through. It was the circulation of the paintings that once again flipped her world upside down. And she once again found her self on the receiving end of one of her husband’s beatings. Only this one was worse than any she’d ever experienced, and she barely made it out with her life.
She’d just return from a sitting with a painter who had hopes that putting Serafina in his painting would make it famous like most of the others she’d posed for, and was in a rather wonderful mood. Her was starting to look like it had taken a turn for the good, and she had a very lucrative career. She’d just made it past her husbands study when she was yanked viciously by her hair into the room, and was flung across the room. She screamed out in pain as her body made contact with his large mahogany desk. Serafina was shocked. Daniel had never been this harsh with her before, the worst she'd received from Daniel were a few black eyes and several swollen cheeks. Never anything this violent. She tried to fight back as Daniel landed blow after blow to any body part he could reach, shouting at her the entire that she was a whore for posing for other men and she would learn to respect him if it killed her. And Serafina knew that if she didn’t find a way to make him stop she wasn’t going to make it out alive. So she quickly rolled away from Daniel, and crawled under his desk. Blindly she stuck her arm out from under the desk and quickly looked for some kind of weapon she could ward of Daniel’s attacks with. She grabbed on to something cold just as Daniel yanked her out from under the desk and wrapped his hands around her throat. Serafina did the only thing she thought might give her time to get away from her enraged husband, she clenched the weapon in her small hands and hit her husband in the chest with the cold weapon. Unknown to her, the weapon she’d grabbed off the desk was a silver letter opener.
She stared in horror as her husbands grip around her neck slackened and he slumped to the ground, the weapon sticking out from the area of his heart. Her brain immediately started panicking, she knew that she would hang, the didn’t favor women; even if her husband had been abusing her. So she did the only logical thing she could think of at the moment…she ran. She grabbed her cloak and left the house as quickly as her battered body could muster. She made it two blocks before she just couldn’t go any further, every part of her body screaming out in pain. So she moved down an alley way figuring she would just rest a few minutes before moving again. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the velvet sky bathed in thousands of stars. she didn't stay long in the black abyss, she was soon yanked viciously from her unconscious state by a sharp pain in her neck, fearing it was her husband trying to strangle her again she started struggling trying to push her attacker away. A loud growl emanated from her attackers throat fallowed by the sound of a footsteps. Serafina watched the man disappear into the shadows, and listened to the couple that had startled him move past the alley way, it was the last thing she saw.
Serafina had once asked her mother after one of her husbands beatings why she deserved this kind of hell. But she at the time had no idea what real hell was. As she came too again all she could think was she was actually in hell. She was so surprised, yes she’d murder her husband , but surely, God was merciful and would forgive her after what she’d endured through her lifetime. Surely he wouldn’t inflict this kind of unbearable pain on her. It was like fire, a scotching fire consuming her insides. Slowly. And Serafina laid there and took every agonizing minute of the hell, in silences. Fearing that if she opened her mouth to scream for help, that it would make the nightmare real, and the pain would some how intensify. And it would alert the police to her whereabouts. She spent the next three days like that, her body in agonizing pain, and her mind shrieking at her to make some kind of noise, to scream for help to some one. Finally after what felt like an eternity had passed, the pain subsided, and coldness washed over her.
Serafina’s life after that night would be forever changed. When she woke up she didn’t know what she felt more as she realized she wasn’t dead. Shock or relief. As she lay on the alley floor taking stock of her new body, she realized that she was no longer the same Serafina who’d crawled into the alley. Her skin was now a smooth pale silky white color, and almost looked silver in the moon light. She pulled her self up off the dirt riddled floor, and marveled at her new self. She was Stronger. Faster. And force to be reckoned with. The shock quickly faded and was replaced by an overpowering thirst. A thirst she didn't think had anything to do with needing water. Serafina went on a killing spree. Draining any male that crossed her path (and taking great pleasure in it) trying to quench the burning thirst that never seemed to dissipate no matter how many men she drained. She felt out of control and she didn't like it. This thing she was now wasn't her. But there was nothing she could do about it. She had to feed. The need was insatiable.
The years of a newborn didn't pass pain free for Serafina, she missed her brother, sisters, and her mother and desperately wanted to seem them. But she knew that she couldn't risk going to them not in the state she was in. So she wrote each of them a letter telling them that she'd killed Daniel in self defense and not to worry about her that she was living her life in a small little cottage and she was very happy. She prayed that her family wouldn't go looking for her. Not that they would be able to find her, she'd changed so drastically that she barely recognized her self. Serafina left Florence, needing to put some distance between her and her family. Life went by slow for her, when she wasn't running around killing any male with a pulse, she was trying to learn to control the need. She spent the next sixty years moving through the Italy like a world wind, killing and learning to control her thirst. Finally after sixty-two years, she gained a bit of control over her thirst, and a notorious reputation as the Italian black widow, she decided that it was probably be wise if she left Italy. The deciding factor wasn't her only reasoning, after a rather nasty run in with the volturi. She knew that it was time to take her leave of Italy.
She traveled through out Europe and America for the next two centuries taking in all the many splendors she’d read in the books she’d poured over when she’d been human. The Eiffel Tower, Acropolis, The Roman Coliseum, the Golden gate bridge, The statue of liberty Tower Bridge, Edinburgh Castle, time square, Niagara Falls,Grand Canyon, Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History, Mt. Rush Moore, Edinburgh Castle, Big Ben, La Sagrada Familia, Cathedral Notre-Dame, St. Michaeliskirche, and so many more things she never imagined she would see. Life around her continued to evolve; wars, love, pain, suffering, and happiness. She watched as the world she had been born into faded into the back ground, and the old ways became history. While she loved her new life, there were certain aspects to it that she didn’t. She could no longer go outside when she wanted to, she could no longer pose for painters, and she was very alone.
Name:Serafina Caterina De Luca
Nickname:Fina, Del,De
Age:262
Appearance
Looks:Serafina even before she was turned was known as great beauty. A dark haired beauty, her long chocolate tresses reach about the middle of her back, which is normally styled in loose curls. Serafina’s eyes (once a soft brown) are now a hypnotic shade of red, and are hidden by thick black lashes. With there endless depths of; some get the feeling that Fina holds untold secrets in the sparkling red irises. Her soft pouty lips make it very easy for her to hunt, and draw anyone with in a 100 mile radius to her. Her soft angelic features she had as a human, only intensified after she was turned, making most men (mortal or immortal) feel compelled to protect her. Her small modelesque frame doesn’t help matters either. Fina stands at 5’2 and is around one hundred and ten pounds, while her body is slender and slightly toned, she still has womanly curves. Her small frame makes her a tad more agile then other vampires, making her movements more like a cat than a mountain lion.
Scars, tattoos, other marks:A crescent shaped scar on her neck.
Portrayed by: Leighton Meester.
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Personality and Stats
Basic Personality: Serafina personality is much like a tootsie pop, with out the hard outer shell. Serafina is a very shy subtle quiet creature, especially when she first meets someone. She’s never one to feel the need to loud appearance and never one to make her presences known unless she feels the need to. Her shy side makes it appear as if she has a hard outer exterior, tough to crack. But once she has the chance to open up and show her real true self to someone, she's sweet, and sometimes bubbly. Despite being a vampire, Serafina is a very gentle individual, she has a soft heart, and is a very kind and understanding person, who is open to try new ways and ideas. She has a tendency to daydream , but she is a good listener once you've caught her attention with a topic that she finds illuminating. Unfortunately, she is easily prone to depression and doesn't respond well to harsh criticized. But don’t let her quiet fragile appearance fool you. She's independent, spunky, a hopeless romantic, and very free spirited and has a bit of a fiery temper, when provoked. Having endured a not so wonderful life in her past, Serafina often shuts down sometimes when she witness any kind of unwarranted violence.
Likes: Reading, sketching, painting, writing, hunting, playing the violin, classical music, appreciating great works of art.
Dislikes:Unwarranted violence, people who don’t tell the truth, Volturi, people who feel the need to always talk about pointless chatter.
Strengths:Her ability to keep a calm level head, her free spirit, love of the finer things.
Weaknesses:When she shuts down, her lack in confidence, her temper when it snaps.
Species:Vampire
Abilities: None.
Occupation: She once was a model for great painters.
Car:Prefers to walk, or ride her bicycle.
History:
Birthplace: Florence
Family: Mother and father- Lord Andrew De Luca. Lady Julietta De Luca Brother- Lucern De Luca. Sisters- Ella De Luca, and Claudia De Luca
Friends:none.
History:
Sweet. Quiet. Shy. Serafina, was born on the warm day of July, 17th, 1759 in Florence, Italy, to Lord Andrew De Luca and Lady Juliette De Luca . Serafina would have loved to have told people that she grew up in one in one of those families where there was love between one another. Where the mother and father looked at one another with adoration, and loved one another and the children they had. But she couldn’t . Serafina grew up in a cold, hard family. Where no love, laughter, or any signs of enjoyment went on with in the walls of her home. Her parents behaved like most normal couples who’d been forced into an arranged marriage. They loathed one another, ignored each other for the most part, talked to one another when there was no other choice, had numerous affairs, her father often beat on her mother, and they went out and drink every night, not caring about the children they left at home-crying with their nannies. The youngest in a family of four in an upper-class family, Serafina was raised to be a lady of good breeding, to be a socialite, to marry an equally rich man, and have a number of children to pass along whatever title she married into. For years she was taught by her governess the proper etiquette of a young aristocratic lady; how to walk with the grace and confidence of a queen, how to talk so everyone hung off her every word, how to carry your self when entering a room so that every head turned her way, and when it was and wasn’t appropriate to speak.
Unlike most children her age Serafina never cried, complained, or spoke out of turn when she was forced to spend endless hours pouring over her lessons, or taking turns around the house with a book placed atop of her head. Her governess attributed Serafina’s discipline and silence to she didn’t want to enrage her father, or have to endure one of her mothers cruel tongue lashings. But it wasn’t the reasoning at all. While she could have done with out the constant etiquette lessons that would one day attract a husband, a thought that made her stomach turn when ever she spent any length of time thinking about. She loved her studies. She was more interested in learning all she could about the world. She wanted to be more than a very polished woman of society who knew how to serve tea. She soon became a woman who not only knew how to poor tea, but one who spoke four different languages, new about mathematics, science, philosophy. A fact she kept to her self.
Her very quiet, shy, studious, mysterious nature made her often the talk of conversations when ever she was around her parents for any length of time, or anyone else for that matter. People would often remark how different she was from her brother and sisters, how she didn’t seem to poses any of the De Luca woman traits; a fondness for shopping, gayety, soirées, and men. But what she showed them was a very well developed façade. Most didn’t know the free spirited, stubborn, temperamental, witty, humorous, argumentative girl she really was, she hid it fearing that her parents volatile relationship would crush it, just as it had crushed her older brother and sisters.
As the years passed and Serafina matured into a young woman, some of that stubbornness surfaced, and she began to rebel. She no longer sat demurely taking all of her fathers back hands when he lost his tempter, her mothers constant vicious tongue lashings over the way she was, and the endless etiquette lessons she was forced to still endure, but rebelled. Her rebellion like most rebellions started off small. She’d do things knowing that it would upset her father. Saying things that would purposely anger her mother. And would complain during etiquette lessons when she wanted to do something more important like read. And over time she worsened and she soon; told her father after he’d back handed her, that if he ever did it again she would go out in pubic the next day with her bruised swollen face, telling her mother that she was a cold bitter old woman, to outright refusing her governess to do anymore etiquette lessons. She unfortunately let too much of her rebellions nature free, and crossed the line.Her father was outraged, and felt helpless at the threat Serafina issued to him. And if there was one thing that her father could not stand was feeling helpless. So he did the one thing that would bring his daughter to heal; he arranged a marriage for her.
When her father and mother called her into the sitting room, Serafina instantly knew that something was wrong by the almost gleeful look on her fathers face, and the pained expression that was etched into her mothers beautiful face. She waited patiently for her father to drop the bomb on her. She didn’t have to wait long, her father all but cooed the news of her engagement. Like a man who'd won the lottery. Serafina couldn’t believe it when her father told her, that she would be marry Lord Ashcraft (a man much like her father; cold, abusive, and mean tempered) she felt as if her world had ended. She’d sworn that she would never enter a marriage like her parents had; cold and no love. She wanted to meet a man, gradually fall in love with him and be happy, in love, and completely committed to one another. But no her father was forcing this stranger into her life whether she liked it or not. The news of her engagement caused a large amount of discontent with in the house. Her sisters were furious that there father would force Serafina into an arranged marriage (them having had the choice of falling in love with the perfect men) the soft one in the family. Her eldest brother who had always looked after and protected her from as many as their fathers rants as he could, had almost killed there father when he was told (flying into a fit of rage and doing what everyone in the house hold had wanted to do; give their father the sound beating he deserved) what his father had done. But of all the reactions that surprised her the most was her mothers. Instead of the lecture she figured her mother would give her about accepting her fate, her mother had come to her after the news, wrapped her arms around her daughter and sobbed. She sobbed for forgiveness over all the lost years she’d wasted, sobbed for the same fate her daughter was now cursed with.
After her mother had left her room some hours later, Serafina ventured to her fathers study, and faced him, her shoulders pulled back and a look of hate shinning out of her eyes. And she told him flat out that she would not marry Lord Ashcraft. And that she was joining a convent. Her father was outraged that she was still showing this headstrong behavior, and it sent him into a rage, one of the likes she had never seen, her father beat Serafina so severely that on her wedding day two weeks later she still had several large yellow marks on her cheeks (from the bruising) and was forced to where her veil through out most of the ceremony, as well as the wedding reception. Married life was much like it had been when as it was at hom, the only difference now being that she ran the household, and she no longer had her older brother to protect her when her husband flew into rages. And just like she'd done, while living with her parents, Serafina began to rebel. Only this time her rebellion was in the form of posing for painters. But what started off as a way to get back at her husbands beatings soon turned into a lucrative career. By the time Serafina was twenty-one she’d posed (secretly of course) in at least twenty paintings. Unfortunately it didn't stay a secret for very long. Out of the twenty paintings that she posed in sixteen of them became famous through out the art word and the social world that Serafina circulated through. It was the circulation of the paintings that once again flipped her world upside down. And she once again found her self on the receiving end of one of her husband’s beatings. Only this one was worse than any she’d ever experienced, and she barely made it out with her life.
She’d just return from a sitting with a painter who had hopes that putting Serafina in his painting would make it famous like most of the others she’d posed for, and was in a rather wonderful mood. Her was starting to look like it had taken a turn for the good, and she had a very lucrative career. She’d just made it past her husbands study when she was yanked viciously by her hair into the room, and was flung across the room. She screamed out in pain as her body made contact with his large mahogany desk. Serafina was shocked. Daniel had never been this harsh with her before, the worst she'd received from Daniel were a few black eyes and several swollen cheeks. Never anything this violent. She tried to fight back as Daniel landed blow after blow to any body part he could reach, shouting at her the entire that she was a whore for posing for other men and she would learn to respect him if it killed her. And Serafina knew that if she didn’t find a way to make him stop she wasn’t going to make it out alive. So she quickly rolled away from Daniel, and crawled under his desk. Blindly she stuck her arm out from under the desk and quickly looked for some kind of weapon she could ward of Daniel’s attacks with. She grabbed on to something cold just as Daniel yanked her out from under the desk and wrapped his hands around her throat. Serafina did the only thing she thought might give her time to get away from her enraged husband, she clenched the weapon in her small hands and hit her husband in the chest with the cold weapon. Unknown to her, the weapon she’d grabbed off the desk was a silver letter opener.
She stared in horror as her husbands grip around her neck slackened and he slumped to the ground, the weapon sticking out from the area of his heart. Her brain immediately started panicking, she knew that she would hang, the didn’t favor women; even if her husband had been abusing her. So she did the only logical thing she could think of at the moment…she ran. She grabbed her cloak and left the house as quickly as her battered body could muster. She made it two blocks before she just couldn’t go any further, every part of her body screaming out in pain. So she moved down an alley way figuring she would just rest a few minutes before moving again. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the velvet sky bathed in thousands of stars. she didn't stay long in the black abyss, she was soon yanked viciously from her unconscious state by a sharp pain in her neck, fearing it was her husband trying to strangle her again she started struggling trying to push her attacker away. A loud growl emanated from her attackers throat fallowed by the sound of a footsteps. Serafina watched the man disappear into the shadows, and listened to the couple that had startled him move past the alley way, it was the last thing she saw.
Serafina had once asked her mother after one of her husbands beatings why she deserved this kind of hell. But she at the time had no idea what real hell was. As she came too again all she could think was she was actually in hell. She was so surprised, yes she’d murder her husband , but surely, God was merciful and would forgive her after what she’d endured through her lifetime. Surely he wouldn’t inflict this kind of unbearable pain on her. It was like fire, a scotching fire consuming her insides. Slowly. And Serafina laid there and took every agonizing minute of the hell, in silences. Fearing that if she opened her mouth to scream for help, that it would make the nightmare real, and the pain would some how intensify. And it would alert the police to her whereabouts. She spent the next three days like that, her body in agonizing pain, and her mind shrieking at her to make some kind of noise, to scream for help to some one. Finally after what felt like an eternity had passed, the pain subsided, and coldness washed over her.
Serafina’s life after that night would be forever changed. When she woke up she didn’t know what she felt more as she realized she wasn’t dead. Shock or relief. As she lay on the alley floor taking stock of her new body, she realized that she was no longer the same Serafina who’d crawled into the alley. Her skin was now a smooth pale silky white color, and almost looked silver in the moon light. She pulled her self up off the dirt riddled floor, and marveled at her new self. She was Stronger. Faster. And force to be reckoned with. The shock quickly faded and was replaced by an overpowering thirst. A thirst she didn't think had anything to do with needing water. Serafina went on a killing spree. Draining any male that crossed her path (and taking great pleasure in it) trying to quench the burning thirst that never seemed to dissipate no matter how many men she drained. She felt out of control and she didn't like it. This thing she was now wasn't her. But there was nothing she could do about it. She had to feed. The need was insatiable.
The years of a newborn didn't pass pain free for Serafina, she missed her brother, sisters, and her mother and desperately wanted to seem them. But she knew that she couldn't risk going to them not in the state she was in. So she wrote each of them a letter telling them that she'd killed Daniel in self defense and not to worry about her that she was living her life in a small little cottage and she was very happy. She prayed that her family wouldn't go looking for her. Not that they would be able to find her, she'd changed so drastically that she barely recognized her self. Serafina left Florence, needing to put some distance between her and her family. Life went by slow for her, when she wasn't running around killing any male with a pulse, she was trying to learn to control the need. She spent the next sixty years moving through the Italy like a world wind, killing and learning to control her thirst. Finally after sixty-two years, she gained a bit of control over her thirst, and a notorious reputation as the Italian black widow, she decided that it was probably be wise if she left Italy. The deciding factor wasn't her only reasoning, after a rather nasty run in with the volturi. She knew that it was time to take her leave of Italy.
She traveled through out Europe and America for the next two centuries taking in all the many splendors she’d read in the books she’d poured over when she’d been human. The Eiffel Tower, Acropolis, The Roman Coliseum, the Golden gate bridge, The statue of liberty Tower Bridge, Edinburgh Castle, time square, Niagara Falls,Grand Canyon, Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History, Mt. Rush Moore, Edinburgh Castle, Big Ben, La Sagrada Familia, Cathedral Notre-Dame, St. Michaeliskirche, and so many more things she never imagined she would see. Life around her continued to evolve; wars, love, pain, suffering, and happiness. She watched as the world she had been born into faded into the back ground, and the old ways became history. While she loved her new life, there were certain aspects to it that she didn’t. She could no longer go outside when she wanted to, she could no longer pose for painters, and she was very alone.