In 50 B.C. in the middle of a cold and bitter winter we recieved a guest. The man was a beauty, very Roman with his aquiline nose and short cut black hair. He came and demanded quietly to see the lady of the house. We complied, frightened by him somehow. Many of us after so many years living among the supernatural had come to be able to sense that which is unusual. And this one was, quite that.

Roses saw him in her private chamber. No one knows how long he stayed or what he said to her. But when morning came and we went to speak to her, her eyes held a haunted look and she merely said. "Death comes my children. You must prepare."

For days she ran about the city. Preparing for something but she would not tell us of her plans. Here the story gets a bit spotty. As far as our records are not very complete. All that we know is that there was great uproar in the temple. Roses in what seems to be a fit of temper kicked everyone out. Sent them off to live in the houses of friends and the temples of other Goddess's. All of us were in a panic. No one ever thought she would do such a thing. And then, perhaps a half century later it began to make sense.

We had been meeting secretly, and began to recieve reports that Roses was in grave danger. The Oracle of Delphi called us to her again and again. All she could tell us was that we must not interfere or would all die never to understand. Finally it happened. Two years after the crucifixtion of Christ they came for her.

It was not the Christians as many of us had feared. Instead it was men the like we had never seen before. All of them were tall with almond shaped eyes. The Nagasaki. They came in the dead of night put her into a coffin and carried her away to where we did not know. A few of us, brave souls each one followed the men.

It was quite simple as they only traveled by night and were so exotic people always remembered seeing them. The journey took years. And during those years our Roses was caged and kept like some exotic beast. Only two of them spoke Latin and those two questioned her relentlessly. Like her they did not age.

Now, the next literally 700 years is utterly lost to us. The Nagasaki told Roses if she did not call off those of us who followed we would be hunted and killed. We did as she asked. Now, what follows came from snatches of dreams given us by Roses.

Roses, was held captive by the Nagasaki clan for centuries. When they realized that was indeed immortal they kept her deep in their compound in Japan. Then we did not know they were vampires. Only that they were immortal and evil. After holding her for so long and forcing her to use her powers in their favor. Using her as their "pet" sorceress. They decided that it would be to their advantage to make her a blood drinker as they were.

Unfortunately this turned out to be a great mistake. The blood when it was forced upon her yes increased her strength, and amplified her abilites but it also drove her to madness. She became a ranting raving lunatic. The elders of the clan intended to simply do away with her. Take back the blood and burn her body. It was then that she met Akita. One of the younger ones at this point he pled her case. And was granted leave to do with her as he wished.

Instead of destroying her he put her into deep torpor with the promise to wake her when he could help her to deal with her madness. We don't know how long this lasted nor how it was accomplished. We waited, passing on the lore to new initiates and keeping up a temple where ever groups of us settled. It was a long and lonely time. We missed her so much. There were whole generations who had never laid eyes upon her save in their dreams.

It was with this man Akita that Roses first contemplated love. Over the long years of their relationship she grew to love him deeply. Though in dreams she foresaw the embittered rage filled creature he is to this day. There was another who seemed to float in and out of her life. Forgotten, this creature seemed near as eternal as she. Over the passing centuries Roses has grown accustomed to the blood. Though her desire for it is sporadic at best. In the late 1400's madness set upon her once more and Akita in one of his rare acts of pure kindness returned her to her dreams.

In the year 2001, 600 years after her sleep begun she was awakened by the call of her Akita. She woke in a strange temple to see faces of The Order whom, she'd never seen nor spoken to. As ever those in the Order became her faithful attendants. They procured for her clothing and cosmetics, luggage and a fine plane to travel to America to heed Akita's call. One thing about Roses that is as unchanging as her face is her vanity. Once she was prepared she went to him with a heavy heart. Not knowing what would happen, merely feeling a sense of dread like non other.

And naturally as fate would have it she was right. Not only was he, deeper into his hateful madness, but bent on destroying whole families in his eternal quest for revenge. For months after her return they spoke little, save for terrible arguments over whether or not Roses would use her gifts for his ill gotten gain.

Recently, the situation came to a head. After being gone Akita returned enraged that she had in his eyes assisted his enemies. He reported her actions to the clan elders and they, being wise to Roses' ways declined to do anything. So he took things into his own hands. In the manner of a poisoned blade. So deep was her love for this man that she, knowing full well he would kill her fought to remain by his side when he was injured.

Pained unto death she staggered from that place with only the bloodied clothes on her back and a broken heart. She fled to the only place she knew herself to be safe. The House of R'leyh. There deep in the bayou she hides, and waits. Calling to the Father Alal Ckthonick. None of us knows what it is she wishes with this creature. Nor truly what's in her heart. Thus we wait and we pray that one day. Our Mother Roses will return to us and be again our light in the dark.

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