MarkNorbert
Senior Member
"Very well then." he said, leaning on his back in his seat. "In the 17th century, I met a man. His name was Oliver Twink, he was an English gentleman. He was unaware about the existence of vampires, fairies, witches and shifters, until," he stopped as he shifted his position in his chair, as if he wasn't comfortable in the previous position he was in.
"Until his daughter was turned into a vampire. Back then, I was--somewhat a kin slayer. Vampire hunters were always hunting me down when I was turned. I was safe around my mistress. I served, she took care of me, protected me. Until some unpleasant events occurred that forced me to turn on her and kill her. I spent 20 years planning to kill her, but alone, I had no chance. Easy to influence and told what to do, I was pretty much doomed if I attempted to even hurt her. But it didn't pass much when I have found a group of vampire hunters. Convincing them to help me kill her, we put up a plan to end her miserable life. However, the moment was not perfect. For 20 years, I've waited, silently, to end her. In these 20 years I have been forced to drink vervain. To weaken myself. I, alongside with the hunters, knew that she will use me to save her life. Unable to resist her command, I would have been forced to obey her orders. But as I have not fed and drank vervain, I was weaken enough for the vampire hunters to be able to hold me. And once my mistress was paralyzed, unable to spit anymore commands, I drank all her blood. To the last drop. Afterwards, I've buried her body in a coffin around London around the 16th century." he explained. Then, his hand slid in his jacket as he revealed a piece of paper and gave it to Kiara.
"In order to ensure my survival and my immunity towards the hunters, I have agreed, in documents, to help them on numerous occasions to take care of some--problematic kin and shifters as well. I was given tools to ease my job, silver to take care of, uncontrolled shifters, gold for--unwanted vampires. That way, alongside with a copy of the document, the hunters are bound by oath to never harm me, in exchange for my help. That way, in the 17th century, 1745, to be more exact, I met mister Twink. His daughter was turned into a vampire and her master was a problem. He reported his daughter's master to the hunters and they called me to help them. As I never break my word, I helped them. I disposed of the problematic master and mister Twink's daughter was released from his influence. However, the curse of the Sun soon proved to be, for her, a nuisance. She wanted her life back and her father began his life research. To break the curse, or at least bring her back to normal. I was curious about this. I have never heard or met a person, especially a Mortal, wishing to break the curse. As you said, imagine ourselves without the restrictions. I helped him. Until he died of old age. Both myself and his daughter spoke of turning him Immortal, but he always refused." he told a part of his life's story.
"I'm afraid his research died with him. I and his daughter parted our own ways. Until I've heard about the Originals. I looked after one Original, just one member. I've been told, "Find one Original, you find them all." all the time. I had to try. And now, I've found one. You. And now comes my request. You were there, alongside with the other families. You know exactly what each is capable of. I need that knowledge to bring back mister Twink. Well, not to reanimate his body, but to gain his memories. Can a witch do that if the body of the deceased is present? Can the witch grab the memories from the deceased body and give it to someone else? If so, then we can find a way to break the curse. The solution is right under our noses, but we need the tools to do so. Can you help?"
