A victim of her own desire, this noblewoman was terrified of aging and absolutely obsessed with maintaining her youth. Every added wrinkle to her face sent her into an ever frantic race to defy the march of time. Desperate, she turned to the wisdom of the royal alchemists who experimented with all manner of exotic potions and elixirs, but with little success. That is, until they came across something in one of the oldest and dustiest tomes on their - a frightful manuscript long said to be enchanted with great power and cursed with an even greater evil. Despite its forbidden quality, the noblewoman urged the alchemists to pull from it the ritual that was said to promise not only eternal youth - but eternal life.
The alchemists warned her that the ritual was extremely dangerous and had not been practiced in over three centuries... and for very good reason. But the noblewoman brushed off their warnings and urged them onwards - telling them that if they refused to perform the alchemical experiment she would have them banished from the castle walls or worse.
Reluctant, the alchemists did as they were ordered and carried out the ritual as indicated in the ancient text. When it was done, the noblewoman was said to have felt invigorated with new life - like she was a child again and born anew. However, as the days and weeks passed, others in the kingdom noticed changes in the noblewoman's demeanor. She became something of a recluse, choosing only to leave her chambers at night and if she had to travel at all during the day, she did so under complete and total cover, hiding her face beneath a hood and a thick veil. People who chanced upon her without her coverings remarked that even though she had a youthful appearance - all her wrinkles had magically vanished - she took on a sickly, unnatural pale color - white like the snow but ghoulishly so.
Soon, stories began to surface of terrible rituals within the walls of the castle - of servant girls vanishing and their bodies being found days later on the banks of the river drained seemingly of their blood, with two little pin-pricks on their necks - bite marks - but what creature could have made them, the villagers wondered. The creature, many suspected, was none other than the noblewoman of the castle herself, transformed by the unwitting alchemists into a diabolical creature of the night whose youth and life was guaranteed - but not without some strings attached.
As illustrated in the texts of the ancient, evil tome, the noblewoman would never be able to expose her skin to daylight again and she would be forever cursed with an unquenchable thirst for blood.**A character created as an entry for the Vampire vs. Werewolf Face Off Challenge HERE being put on by the DeviantsGallery .**