Post by Carolina Roseanne Vaught on Jul 17, 2011 19:24:05 GMT -8
Carolina Roseanne Vaught was born on Halloween 1983 in Crozet, Virginia to Claudia and Mortimer Vaught. She was their second child, the first having been a son named Charles Anthony Vaught, born two years before Carolina. Carolina and Charlie also had a younger brother, Carson, who is five years Carolina’s junior and seven years younger than Charlie.
Carson was born with severe autism, so Carolina and Charlie always felt very protective of their little brother. Even as an adult, Carson had a very child-like personality, never maturing beyond the age of about twelve years. Charlie and Carolina always took on the role of caretakers for Carson, because their parents were never sure quite how to handle their youngest son. It wasn’t that they were bad parents, or that they were incapable. They just never really understood that he needed different kinds of attention than the older two kids. Carolina and Charlie, however, cottoned on pretty early, and between the two of them and their parents, Carson had a relatively good childhood. At any rate, he never knew any differently because of his challenges, so growing up, Carson was a very happy child.
When Carolina and Charlie were in primary school, the two of them fought like cats and dogs. The thing that really brought them together was when the family realized that Carson was different, so they sort of teamed up to be there for him. Once the two older siblings stopped going at each other’s throats all the time, they realized that they actually shared a great many interests, one of which was horseback riding.
The family actually owned a large estate, called Angel’s Rest, just outside of Crozet, with a huge manor-style house and extensive grounds. There were stables, tennis courts, two pools, and many other luxuries. Charlie and Carolina appealed to their parents at a very young age to move the family out to the estate from their smaller home inside the Crozet city limits, and when Claudia and Mortimer realized that Carson would never be able to attend regular schools anyway, they acquiesced and moved the family out to the country estate, where the kids were homeschooled from that point onward.
When Carolina was about fifteen, she participated in her first horserace as an adult eligible to be sponsored. She was picked up immediately by a prominent racing trainer, with whom she trained daily. Charlie helped with the training as well, and picked up a great deal of knowledge from the trainer. After two years with that particular trainer, whose name was Linda Forloynes, the family realized that Linda had been stealing money from Carolina’s winnings, as well as from the family accounts, to which she had access in order to purchase training materials. Linda was fired immediately, and Charlie took over as Carolina’s trainer full-time at age nineteen. Carolina was seventeen.
The two siblings trained together every day, and Carolina became a nationally known steeplechaser. She and Charlie got picked up by a national sponsor, and became a sensation overnight.
One weekend at a race at Montpellier, Carolina was introduced to one of her competitors, Dalton Wren, with whom she’d shared a rivalry for the past year. Dalton was charming and suave, and invited Carolina to dinner that night. Carolina declined the invitation, stating that she was not interested in dating anyone at that time, but rather wanted to focus on her career as a rider. Dalton, his pride wounded and his temper sparked, decided he would not be turned down without having the last word.
Carolina and Charlie returned to Angel’s Rest the following day and were cleaning the tack in the main stable that night when Charlie thought he smelled smoke. He stepped outside, where Dalton Wren and his frat-daddy buddies were waiting with a crate of fireworks. Dalton, who was a werewolf (no one knew this, of course) immediately attacked Charlie, biting him viciously and wounding him almost fatally. Unable to move enough to get back inside the stable for his sister, Charlie watched in horror as Dalton lit the first firework and shot it into the stable.
Carolina, meanwhile, had continued to work inside the huge structure, which only had one entrance to prevent the horses from escaping. When the first firework came whizzing through the huge room, Carolina heard it whistle and hit the floor just in time to avoid being hit by the explosive. It flew up into the loft, where it exploded in a shower of red and gold sparks which rained down on Carolina. The hay and dry feed in the stable immediately caught on fire, and within minutes a blaze had erupted inside the barn.
Outside, Dalton and his thugs set the wooden crate inside the huge door, threw a match or two on top of the crate, and barricaded the door.
As Carolina made her way through the flaming barn to the huge sliding door, the fireworks in the crate caught the light and began to go off one right after the other. The pyrotechnics filled the entire stable, and no sooner had Carolina reached the door than the crate itself exploded in a mushroom cloud of sparks, smoke, and shattered wood.
Carolina caught the full blast of the fireworks with her arms, which she had thrown up to shield her face. The last thing she remembered of the fiery nightmare was the loft collapsing down on top of her in a flaming wave of heat.
Carolina awoke a week later with a man sitting at her bedside, dressed in Victorian clothing, and all she could feel was excruciating pain. She was awake only long enough to see the oddly dressed man raise his wrist to his mouth, bite down, and lower the bleeding wound to her mouth. Before she could turn away, she was unconscious again.
When Carolina finally awoke again, she was feeling some better. Well enough, at least, to sit up in bed and eat something. There was no sign of the man who had been there before, but there was a maid who brought her food and drink and helped her to clean up.
The next morning, he visited her once more. He revealed to her that his name was Alakai, and he explained to her that was a Vampire. She of course didn’t believe him at first, believing that what she’d seen in her injured state was all hallucination brought on from pain, but when he extended a hand and brought her forward from the bed, he slipped off her robe and guided her in front of a mirror, where she stood naked, gazing at her own body. While it was by no means smooth and perfect as it had been before the fireworks debacle, there were no longer any open burns. Her arms and body, however, were marred by terrible burn scars.
Alakai explained that, by feeding her his blood for many days, she had healed at a very advanced rate. She would, he explained, be dependent on the blood for the rest of her life. Unable to accept this, Carolina snatched the robe, wrapped herself up in it and fled from the house.
Carolina, who was at this point around eighteen years old. She found herself alone in the town of Fell’s Church, penniless and alone, and in desperation she applied for a job at a local dive bar called Club13. She agreed to work for no pay as long as she could live in the club, but what she didn’t realize was that it was a Vampire bar. She began taking on clients, feeding them from her own veins each night in exchange for money. She finally saved up enough to rent a small apartment, and found a job elsewhere. However, when she turned in her resignation at the club, the owner, himself a Vampire, sent his cronies after her. She fled with an acquaintance called Lucien Vilette, whom she had only met very recently, and ironically enough, she had met him at Club 13.
They fled to France, and then some other places, where they ate jellybeans and had fun. The End.
Carson was born with severe autism, so Carolina and Charlie always felt very protective of their little brother. Even as an adult, Carson had a very child-like personality, never maturing beyond the age of about twelve years. Charlie and Carolina always took on the role of caretakers for Carson, because their parents were never sure quite how to handle their youngest son. It wasn’t that they were bad parents, or that they were incapable. They just never really understood that he needed different kinds of attention than the older two kids. Carolina and Charlie, however, cottoned on pretty early, and between the two of them and their parents, Carson had a relatively good childhood. At any rate, he never knew any differently because of his challenges, so growing up, Carson was a very happy child.
When Carolina and Charlie were in primary school, the two of them fought like cats and dogs. The thing that really brought them together was when the family realized that Carson was different, so they sort of teamed up to be there for him. Once the two older siblings stopped going at each other’s throats all the time, they realized that they actually shared a great many interests, one of which was horseback riding.
The family actually owned a large estate, called Angel’s Rest, just outside of Crozet, with a huge manor-style house and extensive grounds. There were stables, tennis courts, two pools, and many other luxuries. Charlie and Carolina appealed to their parents at a very young age to move the family out to the estate from their smaller home inside the Crozet city limits, and when Claudia and Mortimer realized that Carson would never be able to attend regular schools anyway, they acquiesced and moved the family out to the country estate, where the kids were homeschooled from that point onward.
When Carolina was about fifteen, she participated in her first horserace as an adult eligible to be sponsored. She was picked up immediately by a prominent racing trainer, with whom she trained daily. Charlie helped with the training as well, and picked up a great deal of knowledge from the trainer. After two years with that particular trainer, whose name was Linda Forloynes, the family realized that Linda had been stealing money from Carolina’s winnings, as well as from the family accounts, to which she had access in order to purchase training materials. Linda was fired immediately, and Charlie took over as Carolina’s trainer full-time at age nineteen. Carolina was seventeen.
The two siblings trained together every day, and Carolina became a nationally known steeplechaser. She and Charlie got picked up by a national sponsor, and became a sensation overnight.
One weekend at a race at Montpellier, Carolina was introduced to one of her competitors, Dalton Wren, with whom she’d shared a rivalry for the past year. Dalton was charming and suave, and invited Carolina to dinner that night. Carolina declined the invitation, stating that she was not interested in dating anyone at that time, but rather wanted to focus on her career as a rider. Dalton, his pride wounded and his temper sparked, decided he would not be turned down without having the last word.
Carolina and Charlie returned to Angel’s Rest the following day and were cleaning the tack in the main stable that night when Charlie thought he smelled smoke. He stepped outside, where Dalton Wren and his frat-daddy buddies were waiting with a crate of fireworks. Dalton, who was a werewolf (no one knew this, of course) immediately attacked Charlie, biting him viciously and wounding him almost fatally. Unable to move enough to get back inside the stable for his sister, Charlie watched in horror as Dalton lit the first firework and shot it into the stable.
Carolina, meanwhile, had continued to work inside the huge structure, which only had one entrance to prevent the horses from escaping. When the first firework came whizzing through the huge room, Carolina heard it whistle and hit the floor just in time to avoid being hit by the explosive. It flew up into the loft, where it exploded in a shower of red and gold sparks which rained down on Carolina. The hay and dry feed in the stable immediately caught on fire, and within minutes a blaze had erupted inside the barn.
Outside, Dalton and his thugs set the wooden crate inside the huge door, threw a match or two on top of the crate, and barricaded the door.
As Carolina made her way through the flaming barn to the huge sliding door, the fireworks in the crate caught the light and began to go off one right after the other. The pyrotechnics filled the entire stable, and no sooner had Carolina reached the door than the crate itself exploded in a mushroom cloud of sparks, smoke, and shattered wood.
Carolina caught the full blast of the fireworks with her arms, which she had thrown up to shield her face. The last thing she remembered of the fiery nightmare was the loft collapsing down on top of her in a flaming wave of heat.
Carolina awoke a week later with a man sitting at her bedside, dressed in Victorian clothing, and all she could feel was excruciating pain. She was awake only long enough to see the oddly dressed man raise his wrist to his mouth, bite down, and lower the bleeding wound to her mouth. Before she could turn away, she was unconscious again.
When Carolina finally awoke again, she was feeling some better. Well enough, at least, to sit up in bed and eat something. There was no sign of the man who had been there before, but there was a maid who brought her food and drink and helped her to clean up.
The next morning, he visited her once more. He revealed to her that his name was Alakai, and he explained to her that was a Vampire. She of course didn’t believe him at first, believing that what she’d seen in her injured state was all hallucination brought on from pain, but when he extended a hand and brought her forward from the bed, he slipped off her robe and guided her in front of a mirror, where she stood naked, gazing at her own body. While it was by no means smooth and perfect as it had been before the fireworks debacle, there were no longer any open burns. Her arms and body, however, were marred by terrible burn scars.
Alakai explained that, by feeding her his blood for many days, she had healed at a very advanced rate. She would, he explained, be dependent on the blood for the rest of her life. Unable to accept this, Carolina snatched the robe, wrapped herself up in it and fled from the house.
Carolina, who was at this point around eighteen years old. She found herself alone in the town of Fell’s Church, penniless and alone, and in desperation she applied for a job at a local dive bar called Club13. She agreed to work for no pay as long as she could live in the club, but what she didn’t realize was that it was a Vampire bar. She began taking on clients, feeding them from her own veins each night in exchange for money. She finally saved up enough to rent a small apartment, and found a job elsewhere. However, when she turned in her resignation at the club, the owner, himself a Vampire, sent his cronies after her. She fled with an acquaintance called Lucien Vilette, whom she had only met very recently, and ironically enough, she had met him at Club 13.
They fled to France, and then some other places, where they ate jellybeans and had fun. The End.
