Personal Message
Description
Emily Mei was your average college student in Los Angeles, California. She was so very close to graduating, having taken extended learning courses to finish her degree in digital animation by the age of 21. She was a fairly quiet woman, known to be having her nose in her books at all times. She was literally walking along with her graduating class, the ceremony just starting when the bombs dropped.
Everything was blurred, she couldn't hear anything but the muffled screams around her and the screeching ringing sound in her ears. She whimpered as she struggled to drag herself forward, her head and body a bloodied mess from the impact of the bomb within rang of the graduation tent. Was her family alive? Most likely not, not with the bomb seeming as if it dropped closest to them.
The sounds of throats being slashed, bullets being dispensed from guns, they made her tremble in fear. Even so, Emily tried her best to grip onto life, clinging to every bit she had left. Then someone was there, holding her. The last she remembered before everything went black, was the warm, salty liquid that washed over her tongue.
Emily awoke with burning, her newly-turned eyes bright red. A beautiful woman was kneeled beside her, holding her hand close, making Emily know that woman was the only reason that she was alive. This woman turned to be the Queen of the Bathory, a well-known coven amongst the vampire nations.
A clan that had a Queen that pitied her.
From that day on, Emily vowed to protect her Queen, Hyuna Bathory, and with her vow-her love for her queen grew. Thirty-Three years later and Emily has become the most trusted lady at the queen's side. Though she has decided to live life however she wants, her education no longer being important. She had become ruthless and ual, wanting everything and everyone. Though, her one wish is that her Queen would love her just the same.