<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: violet">Lecia took a breath as her gaze returned to Michel a glass in hand it reminded her of her old master. "Yes I owe you that much" she said her voice trailing off as she describer her world that now was only dust and bones.<br/><br/>"I was born in the 1860's I born to Christen and Maria Creevan, I had a younger sister her name was Olive." She said recalling the names and faces of her past that she yearned so much to be with once again. Lecia pulled her dark curls back "My family and I worked as servants and help to a respected man in our home town. He was rich and paid us well to care for his home" she said her words thick and heavy. "He was very quite and secretive and when I began to question his ways I was warned but I was unable to stop it, I was cleaning his room one evening and that's when I was turned by him" she recalled the fight and terror that it had installed in her. The look of hunger in his eyes the color of blood on his lips, his blood in her mouth his words forever etched in her mind. <span style="font-style: italic">"You will be mine forever more now my sweet"</span> the whisper of a memory made her shiver."I was to be his guide for that next few years and with that I lived with him by his side and watched my family die and fade in time" she said her heart breaking with every word. "And then when my family was no more, he left me and so I returned to who would always love me, my family" she said the last part so delicately she thought she might break if she spoke any longer.</span></div>