I do not remember dying. I had been a scout for an order of knights which shall go nameless for this. A daughter of a local nobleman had been kidnapped by a mysterious character, and my captain had located his hideout. Deep in the dank underground chambers, I searched until I found the girl. Or what remained of her, a corpse the color of snow, drained of every drop of blood. I knew what the mystery man was right then, but he found me before I found the exit out. He took a good sized hunk out of my fighting arm before I managed to outrun him. I figured I was lucky to be alive. Some luck.
My trip back to the knightly order was a five day journey. I decided to get some rest early to get my arm in better shape in case I found any more trouble. I can't remember the dreams I had that night -- only that I was doing something horrible and I couldn't stop myself. I woke up screaming. The next night, at an inn a little closer to my destination, my sleep was deep and dreamless. On the third night, I died.
Of course, I didn't know that I died. I had gone to sleep in a nice warm feathered bed and I woke on a cold wet stone mortuary slab. Dazed, I opened the door to the mausoleum I was in, which I think must have been locked. I was in a cemetery not far from a town I knew, so I wandered in. It was late at night, so there were precious few souls in the streets. I paused to read a public notice and noticed the date. The date was two weeks later than I thought it must have been.
As I puzzled over that, I saw a girl, a wench at my favorite tavern in that town, wandering toward me. I hailed her. She ignored me. I called her by her name, and she turned to me, smiling, but with an expression that told me she did not know who I was. I had visited her tavern on my way over to the mystery man's hideout, but she didn't know me!
I told her my name. She angrily told me that it was a very poor joke, that I looked nothing like the brave knight who used to visit the town, and that if I didn't know he was dead. My emotions were a tangled skein. I could tell she was not joking, that I looked nothing like myself. I was touched by her sorrow at my death, and horrified by the idea dawning on me of what I had become. Suddenly, an overriding instinct overcame all my thoughts -- hunger. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached out and tore her throat open. I drained her until she looked like the corpse in the mystery man's dungeon.
--Excerpt from Vampires of the Iliac Bay, describing becoming a vampire.
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Closing out the week with one more Carmilla post! @onyxnailsdesign created these insane custom filigree nails for me and I had to do some portraits with them! Thank you again for this fantastic finishing touch to my cosplay ❤️ I’m really happy with my makeup from that day because I took my time with contouring and blending. I used @kryolanofficial cream makeup and setting spray, and @surrealmakeup’s ultra shiny cream eyeshadow for my lids. Oddly enough, most of my 2021 costumes so far have required white body makeup lol (White Blood Cell, Lady Dimitrescu, Muzan, Death and Carmilla) Random weird fact: my mouth is kinda small so I have to wear tiny fangs on my lateral incisors instead of canines 😅 I made the costume myself and am wearing a lace front wig from @ardawigs. @brian_b_boling took the photos! One last note - this weekend happens to celebrate #BIPOCVampDay on Twitter so check out the hashtag over there for some bloody fantastic content! 🩸 #castlevaniacosplay #carmillacastlevania #carmillacosplay #vampire #vampirecosplay #reddess #vampirequeen #customnails #rednails #onyxnailsdesign https://www.instagram.com/p/CUApRBkrlMD/?utm_medium=tumblr
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