Slave To The Hands Of Time No More

[Elizabeth Moriarty]

(Spring 1529: Daddy's Girl)

Elizabeth hadn't died, but she had been given a second life from the man with the blue flat hat. He had given her a sense of purpose when 'daddy' had given her a different life; all of which made the young woman more than willing to please him in any way she could. He had chosen her to make instead of any whore that he could have found within the alley that night a few months back, but he didn't want a whore for a daughter. Of course not; he wanted a good daughter and so Elizabeth by all means was a 'good' daughter for Reynold because he was going to be a great man and great men only had good daughters.

Elizabeth adapted to this new life with ease as it was exciting and new. The idea of being caught whilst feeding from humans provided her with a sense of excitement and even chasing after the humans was such fun for the woman. She learned how to play the part of a human though she was no longer one given that daddy did in fact have money and often had soirees within his home that both humans and vampires attended.

Elizabeth must have been a very good daughter because daddy bought her lots of pretty things from clothing to jewelry and even things from other places in the world when he went away. She had so many different trinkets from so many different places that she could imagine the world being a place that never ended because of all the things she had within her room!

So when someone upset daddy, Elizabeth loved to try and make him happy again. Good daddies should be happy all the time! And when anyone tried to ruin their family, Elizabeth ruined them in return. There was nothing she wouldn't do for her daddy and there was nothing she wouldn't do to keep the family together. There were no methods that were too extreme (in her mind) in the attempts to keep the family together and keep daddy happy. If daddy was unhappy, daddy had to leave home and if he left home Elizabeth had the worry that he might not come back again. Anyone who kept the man away for longer than she liked was instantly her enemy and needed to be destroyed.
And so they would be.

Knives were her favorite method of choice because once the skin was cut, it was weak and exposed everything about a person. Most coward beneath her, but some chose to fight until their last breath was drawn and parted through their lips. Once that initial cut was made, the flesh of her foes was what she wanted to do with it. She hadn't started out like this, in fact anyone who had hurt her, daddy or the family had been killed easily with all their blood being stolen from their body until there wasn't one drop left within them. She had no control or no perhaps no desire to control her emotions when someone dared to destroy their proper family.

But as time passed, Elizabeth gained more control over the kill and her emotions, allowing her to prolong the death of those who tried to make daddy unhappy and tried to take him away from their family home. The human body simply fascinated the vampire woman because it could endure so much; she herself being proof of that. How long could she play with someone before they died? If she cut here, what would happen? And finally, what was inside that person that made them want to try and destroy everything she wanted for her new family? Were their hearts smaller than others? Was their brain a different color perhaps? Something was wrong with their insides to want to make daddy mad and to try and destroy their proper family and the only way to know what was wrong with them was to see their insides; all of them.
No one was going to destroy her new family.
No one.

[Elizabeth Moriarty]

(Summer/Autumn of 1533: Skies of light turn to skies of gray)

Good daughters made their fathers very happy, so happy that they gave their daughters whatever it was they wanted. It seemed as if daddy was very happy with Elizabeth because every time she tried to make him happy (usually killing those who tried to ruin the idea of the proper family) he bought her more things. Elizabeth had never had such nice belongings to her persons before and each time she acquired something new it made her absolutely giddy inside that she was making daddy happy.

Living with Reynold provided Elizabeth with endless amounts of opportunity that she would have never had, had she not met him in the alley a few years ago. Her once human mediocre lifestyle became an afterthought as Elizabeth found her way at his side in courts; both vampire and human and soon they all loved the 'breath of fresh air.' Elizabeth's seemingly naive ways of how the world worked (or rather how she thought the world should work) and European aristocracy gained amusement from the men, fascinated the women into taking pity on the woman and some instances even allowed her slight freedoms or exceptions when she embarrassed herself.

Elizabeth didn't particularly care about the love of anyone outside of those within her new family, but it certainly made things easier when daddy was gone on his travels. So during his absence Elizabeth danced in courts and into the hearts within those courts, her mysteriously youthful and alarmingly charming personality accepted and sometimes craved eagerly by them all. It seemed that everyone loved the woman and Elizabeth soaked up all the attention she could get.

They loved her so much that when Queen Anne gave birth to her daughter in September, she named her after Elizabeth, even though Elizabeth had only met the woman twice before she bore the girl*. This of course absolutely delighted the young woman, so much that she found herself spending more and more time in court amongst humans. Or so she would tell everyone, but Elizabeth found herself disliking daddy being away doing things in other places without her; after all, had she not been a good daughter?

If she wasn't in courts amusing humans, she continued her quest on trying to please daddy to keep him at home more. Perhaps she hadn't been as good of a daughter as she could have been, so she had to be better! Yes, she would be better and then daddy would never have to leave her in Paris while he traveled the world. It was them that pulled him away from the family and if there were no more around...then he would stay and they could be a proper family and he could be the great man that she knew he was destined to be! Elizabeth had not yet found the way to understand why anyone would try to ruin her perfect family no matter how many she killed over the last few years, so she would have to find other methods to try and figure out their insides.

Daddy always made up for his absence by bringing her back beautiful things because he was a very good daddy. He loved to show that he loved her and thought of Elizabeth as a good daughter and how much he had missed her while he was gone away from the family. She knew he hated being gone too and that he knew it hurt her when he was gone. Sometimes he even got her as many presents as the days he was gone from their family because he had missed his proper family. He was trying to be a good daddy even when he couldn't be around and his presents showed her that. If he couldn't be around because of everyone else, then his presents filled her with momentary happiness.
Very momentary.



{*Editors Note: This is Elizabeth's mind and opinion. It is known historically that Elizabeth was given her name given that Henry the VIII's mother's name was in fact Elizabeth as well.}

[Elizabeth Moriarty]

(Spring 1536: Trouble in the garden)

Everything was not going well; Elizabeth had been made for just less than a decade, but daddy had not become a great man, in fact he couldn't be a great man because Elizabeth was beginning to find out what type of man daddy really was. His affections that were once endearing became less than that when his disposition began to shift from being her daddy to trying to be something more than than her daddy. At first she shied away from her creator, even playing ignorance to his affections and presents. Out of annoyance for the woman's lack of returned affection, Reynold brought in other women within the home, using them up until there was nothing left within them. No self-respect, no spark of life and not even an ounce of blood within their husks.

Until she came into their garden; a whore. Daddy could never be a great man be, not with a weed like Celeste growing out of control within their family garden. Elizabeth had assumed that she would be like every other human woman he had taken into their garden, but as the days turned into weeks and then almost a month, Elizabeth was certain that he would create her.
And he did.

Had she not been a whore who publicly disrespected herself, daddy and even Elizabeth when he brought them both to various courts, Elizabeth would have allowed the woman to survive her first night. She would ruin him and then in turn ruin her and that would not happen; not for her new proper family.

Elizabeth knew exactly where he would take Celeste, it would have been the same spot in which Elizabeth had been buried and she had given him no reason to suspect that she would kill the woman. She had to, she had to chop her bulb right off to protect her family that would be proper again. So, she dug into the earth like she had done many of times when she was human, took a shovel and lopped her head right off her shoulders and reburied her. Hours later they stood outside of Celeste's make shift grave, waiting for the woman to rise and when she failed to, daddy was of course heart broken. Elizabeth soothed him with words, claiming that only those with strong insides and stems could find their way from darkness and that Celeste was a mere weed. It wasn't unusual for others to be made and not rise the first night or make it past the first night if they had risen.
Everything would be proper again.

But it wasn't. Daddy took more whores into their garden that was supposed to be theirs and while he made no others, Elizabeth became enraged with the man. From his lack of concern about her and himself, to his lack of care about their reputation, to the whores he bedded, killed and cleaned up sloppily to the occasional attempts at bedding her, Elizabeth distanced herself from the garden, spending more and more time in human affairs than that of vampires.

Now, Elizabeth didn't particularly care for humans other than attaining food from them and on the rare occasion dissecting them to see how they 'worked.' But any attention they gave her was better than none or the negative the girl received at the garden from daddy. Elizabeth had gone as far as to claim some illness to the sun which kept her away from members of the court during the day time hours, showing only at night to meddle within their affairs.

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This evening was going to be lovely as a ball was being held in honor of King Henry's love for his wife and daughter; the beautiful child Princess with red hair. Princess Elizabeth was in every way Elizabeth when she thought about it. Daddy was an old and wealthy vampire with a daughter who loved him very much. A daughter who could dress like a Princess and did with the same stunning red hair.

Elizabeth pulled at the light green trumpet sleeves upon her dress as she stared at herself within the mirror. Why there was always so much material for arms always fascinated her, but served their purpose. Anything could be hidden within those sleeves and many of nights she stalked her prey with a blade within them. Tonight there could be no blade hidden within the sleeves out of fear of the possibility that someone might suspect she might be trying to kill the King and the darling Princess Elizabeth, so her fingers moved away from blade upon the table top to the crescent style headdress. The edges of the hood were adorned with gold and darker green bilaments in which Elizabeth giggled in delight and she placed it upon her head, (never liking anyone else to touch her hair or her) and looked at her full appearance as the cornet covered the back of her hair. While Princess Elizabeth had lovely red hair, Elizabeth wouldn't dare show off too much of her own beautiful locks in fear of jealousy from any of the royal family.

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Elizabeth loved to dance and she would dance for hours and hours at court. Each male dance partner carried swords which hung on their left hand side, where she danced to their right. In order to ensure that no-one was hurt by the moving swords, the men danced on the inside of the turning circle. The women, too, had their own garment restrictions; their long dresses. To ensure the bottoms did not get caught under their feet, they never dance backwards but instead the couples danced anti-clockwise around the grand room. All this was learned quick by Elizabeth with the help of some of the women that found either her or her 'cousin's' money fascinating.

Her favorite dance was the Lavolta; which Elizabeth was certain was Queen Anne's favorite as every time it was announced, she noticed she spoke in King Henry's ear. It began with five steps consisting of leaps, jumps and hops; a Galliard and then transformed into a lift dance. Elizabeth always giggled as she was hoisted into the air by her male counterpart as they turned and continued the dance. Elizabeth waited patiently for the dance to be announced and when Queen Anne spoke into the ear of her husband, he stood and began to speak. Elizabeth started looking around for one of her two favorite male dancers, barely listening until she heard Queen Anne herself speak...or scream in horror. Amber eyes flickered over to the two royals, her head tilting to see what the commotion was.

No one came to the woman's side as guards came and arrested her on King Henry's orders. Elizabeth's jaw stood agape as she watched the Queen being taken from the room and to what was suggested the tower. Her tiny feet dared to move as she watched the woman become publicly humiliated in front of all her friends, family and subjects. A hand grabbed her arm, causing Elizabeth to tear her eyes away from Queen Anne to that of one of her dance partners, her look clearly confused as he spoke quietly to her about the Queen's indecencies towards the King and some of the men within his court. Her alabaster hand covered her lips as she watched the woman being dragged away from her husband, pleas passing through her lips well after the woman was no longer seen.

"How terrible." Elizabeth commented to the man, her eyes looking at where the woman once stood and then towards the direction in which she was pulled off in. He nodded his head in agreement with her, but she doubted he knew why she thought it was terrible. How could he stand there and watch his wife; the woman he loved be humiliated like that in front of dozens of people? How could he not move to her side when she spoke his name with such distress?

Her orbs moved to the small Princess that stood to the left of her father's side, who promptly spun upon his heels, dismissed everyone for the evening and left the girl there. The Princess looked at her father as he turned his back on her and dared to follow after him, only to be stopped by her nurse's hand.

What would happen to Queen Anne and more importantly the Princess Elizabeth? Eyes flicked around the room quickly to see most of the humans making their leave for the evening while some remained and stared in mock horror at the scene. She felt her own arm tugged at lightly as he suggested escorting her home for the evening, Elizabeth's feet dragging as she tried to resist the man and find her way to the Princess' side. Why would her daddy not pick her up and take care of the small child? Why would he leave her standing there like that alone? "Will she be alright?" Elizabeth looked back at the dark haired man, her eyes looking at his face for the answer as she allowed herself to be dragged from the room.

"I'm uncertain, but if the allegations are true...unlikely my lady." He looked back at Elizabeth with a grim frown as they continued to walk. Elizabeth was about to open her lips and correct him about who it was she was concerned with before he himself was dragged away by guards, leaving Elizabeth standing there. Suddenly Elizabeth felt completely alone and abandoned as the small two year old child in the other room. If real Princess could be tossed aside so easily...could she?
What would happen to her?

[Elizabeth Moriarty]

(June 1536: This Ain't No Fairy tale; No such Thing As A Handsome Prince)

The red headed woman was mortified as she paced within her bedroom of Reynold's home. Fingertips ran through her carmine colored strands as she continued to pace, deep within thought of the news she had heard. All the beautiful things she once loved, Elizabeth now saw as disgusting. She saw everything for what it really was given the turn of events within the human world and it made her stomach wrench. Oh, but how she understood everything now!

Paul never came back for her because he didn't have to. Women were easily discarded upon the whim of their husbands and just as easily replaced. King Henry was proof of that when he arrested the late Queen Anne, sent her to the tower and then beheaded her all to marry not two weeks later! It made Elizabeth wonder how long Paul waited before he took another and made another family as she ripped off the headdress upon her head and tossed it to the floor within her room.

Men were bastards.
Within her chest grew a heavy feeling, so crushing that it had Elizabeth ripping the garment she wore into as many shreds as she could before throwing herself upon her bed. She hadn't the need to breathe, but somehow every ounce of her craved of oxygen as the thoughts bombarded her mind, chest and stomach. What made it worse was that the 'great' King had declared the Princess Elizabeth illegitimate, stripped her of her title and went as far as to pretend the sweet child was not his at all from what she had heard from the words of those within court. Daddies were the most disappointing men of them all, but husbands were not far behind in her mind. How anyone could leave their daughters and toss them aside for a new piece of behind disgusted the young woman, but Elizabeth was living proof of it at this very moment. If he was not King she would stomp right into that court and cut off the only thing he seemed to know how to use; the man certainly didn't have a brain as he now had two daughters he disregarded so carelessly.

Could she be as expendable one evening? If a real Princess could be, Elizabeth might be-regardless of how she felt and dressed. Was she destined to be tossed aside like the real Princess Elizabeth? Elizabeth certainly felt it when Reynold disregarded her so and failed to place any concern for the attention he may be drawing to them.

Something deep within her re-stirred in the pit of her stomach as she turned upon her back and looked up at the ceiling within her bedroom. Anger, with the hint of disappointment had her curling into a ball seconds later as a small cackle escaped her red painted lips before she smeared her face with the inside of her hands.

Elizabeth would no longer go to human court; it was a treacherous place of deceit and made even the most noble of women nothing more than a mere whore. She would be no whore; not for any man...not even a King! No. Court no longer held anything interesting for the young woman outside of the desire to rid all the women in court of their great and noble King.

All men, even the great ones were disappointing to the red headed woman. Oh, but how she would show them and they would see! She was not one to be tossed aside, she was not one to be so easily forgotten. There were no happy endings for anyone because there were no Prince's in the world anymore. No brave and valiant young man offer her or any woman happiness until the end. Instead there were lying snakes who preyed upon the women because they could! And how the snakes ate them, chewed the women into nothing and spit them out when they were finished with them and slithered on with their lives.

Elizabeth would be no victim for a snake...not now and not ever. Instead she would prey upon the men that dare to make women common street whores and drag them through the mud, destroying their gardens and proper families. She rose from the bed and redressed, stuffing the small blade into the long sleeves of her dress. There was no need to dress properly or even place the headdress back upon her head, for this night was not one of entertainment value to a guest, but for herself.

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She found him wandering the streets in a drunken stupor. Should she forgive him for his action given that he was drunk? No. Men always made excuses these days for the reasons of ruining gardens and proper families. 'She bore no male heirs.' 'She lost her mind.' 'The ale's effects...' Oh, how the list went on and on, to even a marriage that was prearranged and loveless since they knew not the other.

So when she heard him spouting off to his male friends about his pregnant wife and how he had to call it an early night; Elizabeth followed the man with keen interest; if he was well behaved she would find another and if not, then she would show him the errors of his way. Unfortunately for him he wouldn't be able to rectify those errors as they would be his last. He passed by one whore, then another until one approached him more aggressive than the others. As he took her bait, Elizabeth slipped between the pair and offered him a night that he simply could not refuse.

When she shoved the blades into the area of his kidneys, he vomited upon her garment and screamed like how she remembered a pig did when her brothers chased it to slaughter it for meals. His vomit didn't deter the woman as she shoved it in deeper, twisting the blade as she did so.

"You have everything and still you want more. Men do not exist anymore because there are none left." Elizabeth hissed in his face before she pulled the blade out of the man's gut and de-maned him. "So now as everyone knows what you really are. We should not pretend to be something we can never be." Elizabeth spat in his face as he howled at the night sky and fell to her feet in which she kicked him away from her. He crawled away from her and she watched as the blood trailed behind him, staining the ground like a snake leaving its imprint on long blades of grass. A noise startled the young woman and with vampire speed and strength she grabbed him by the neck and sliced the blade across the flesh.

She would have loved to see him take his last breath and been the last thing he saw, but the voices were approaching her. Elizabeth stepped over the man's body, squishing him into the earth more before she made her way from him and found her way back to Reynold's home.

She had been right. There were no men within the world anymore, but mere shells of the men that used to walk the earth centuries ago; from daddies to husbands. Elizabeth vowed in that night that she need not a Prince nor King, to love her but a man. It was just unfortunate for the young woman that she would not find him any time soon, but she would know when she found him because he would be her mate.