The Vampire Diaries: Dark Awakening (Kindle Worlds Novella)
Book Details
Author(s)Duane Aakre
PublisherKindle Worlds
ISBN / ASINB00FW08C3K
ISBN-13978B00FW08C39
MarketplaceFrance 🇫🇷
Description
This is the journal of Katerina Petrova. It was started at the suggestion of Father Alexandru Stere, Prior of the Rudi Monastery outside the town of Soroca, Moldavia near the home of my family, or at least the place I think of as home. My family had once had a place among Bulgarian nobility, but had been forced from our true ancestral home almost seventy-five years before my birth by the invading Turks. They then spent many years at the Royal Court in Targoviste, Wallachia until the fall of Vlad Tepes. Ten years before my birth they were forced to move again to stay ahead of the continuing Turkish onslaught and ended up in Soroca.
But this journal is not about ancient family history other than where it is germane to understanding how these things impacted my early life and how they ultimately led me to be in England on the fateful day of my transformation. No, this journal is about my internal battles with the shades of the dozens of men and women I have slaughtered since becoming a Vampyre. These shades, or ghosts if you prefer, seem to haunt my every waking hour. Father Alexandru said it might be cathartic to get it down on parchment and, at this point, I am willing to try anything to silence the wailing voices in my head.
It seems best to start this story at the beginning, oh, not way back when I was born, but rather when I experienced my second birth upon entering the world of the undead. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately from my perspective, those earliest days are mostly lost in the haze of the blood lust that overshadowed my mind and therefore, thankfully, only a few scattered fragments remain . . .
Katerina Petrova
Rudi Monastery, the Year of Our Lord 1493
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This is the story of the first weeks after Katerina is transformed into a vampire. She had enjoyed a happy upper class life until an unplanned pregnancy led to her exile to England. Even then she managed to find a place for herself among English nobility until she came to the attention of the Lords Niklaus and Elijah. However once she became aware of their dark plans for her and the horrific consequences if she let their plans come to fruition, she did the only thing she could to foil them; she killed herself. And that's when her troubles really began.
But this journal is not about ancient family history other than where it is germane to understanding how these things impacted my early life and how they ultimately led me to be in England on the fateful day of my transformation. No, this journal is about my internal battles with the shades of the dozens of men and women I have slaughtered since becoming a Vampyre. These shades, or ghosts if you prefer, seem to haunt my every waking hour. Father Alexandru said it might be cathartic to get it down on parchment and, at this point, I am willing to try anything to silence the wailing voices in my head.
It seems best to start this story at the beginning, oh, not way back when I was born, but rather when I experienced my second birth upon entering the world of the undead. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately from my perspective, those earliest days are mostly lost in the haze of the blood lust that overshadowed my mind and therefore, thankfully, only a few scattered fragments remain . . .
Katerina Petrova
Rudi Monastery, the Year of Our Lord 1493
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This is the story of the first weeks after Katerina is transformed into a vampire. She had enjoyed a happy upper class life until an unplanned pregnancy led to her exile to England. Even then she managed to find a place for herself among English nobility until she came to the attention of the Lords Niklaus and Elijah. However once she became aware of their dark plans for her and the horrific consequences if she let their plans come to fruition, she did the only thing she could to foil them; she killed herself. And that's when her troubles really began.
