Victoria Brock

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Victoria Francis Brock

People say I suffer from Narcissistic Personality Disorder. They say I crave attention and do whatever it takes to get it. Personally, I don’t feel like I’m suffering at all. I’m beautiful – you don’t know how hard it is being an exceptionally attractive person. People always notice me; I am always the center of attention. People are simply drawn to attractive people, particularly me. I’m always showered with attention; it’s like being royalty. Tell me, how is it that I suffer?

My family name alone used to get me whatever I needed, and people used to regard me with an electrifying enthusiasm like I was some sort of messiah. For some I might’ve been, especially those who hadn’t a clue in the world what Fashion meant. I really felt terrible for those people. It was my joy to take them under my wing and show them the art of fashion and how important it was to appreciate it. My mother started her own line of clothes in London sometime before I was born, which is probably where I get my love for clothes. She met my father along the way who designed women’s shoes – after I was born he named several designs after me.

For as long as I can remember my mother told me that I have the stark blue eyes and majestic presence of Queen Elizabeth I. She used to say that some day I would rule as a Queen too - I certainly have the brains for it. Queen Elizabeth I is a woman I’ll forever admire, what with her virtuousness. We all must aspire to be something.

I’d like to talk about jealousy now. Envy and greed are horrible, horrible vices to submit to. It’s because of jealousy that I became Kindred. I don’t remember most of what happened, to be honest. However, I do recall being at Mary-Anne’s Halloween ball a few nights before Halloween. I was asked to dance several times, but declined every invitation. My mission was to get Robert DuLae to dance with me, never mind the rumors of his decadent behaviors. DuLae was truly the last man any woman wanted to be caught alone with. His choice to never marry was perversely fascinating and oddly honorable to me, but bizarre and immoral to everyone else. I doubt anyone understood DuLae and the choices he made – except me, I understood. I never wanted to marry either. It meant too much to have your soul be tied to someone else for eternity. And it was oddly honorable of him, and me, because we were not creatures who could commit to one person. Yes, I and only I understood Mr. DuLae.

In the end my patience was compensated with the most sensual and exciting dance of my life. Complete with an invitation to Mr. DuLae’s private chambers after the party! Oh, how excited was I! After the dance I went off to powder my nose and prepare for the best night of my life. After that my memory gets hazy. Though, when I awoke from the worst sleep I’d ever had – dreaming of my heart stopping and blood gushing into my mouth like an open faucet – I was faced with a witch of a woman. There is no God that would allow a human being to be as ugly as this woman was. I’ve no idea how she was embraced into the Daeva clan but I thank my lucky stars every night. In any event, the story goes that DuLae wouldn’t have this wretched bitch for a lover and she was jealous of me. I understand why she was, but I certainly didn’t deserve to die for it. I don’t know what happened to her after that night but I never saw her again. DuLae became my mentor, a Mekhet of the Ordo Dracul.

After I learned about the Ordo Dracul I began to understand why it was that DuLae was thought of as mysterious and his behaviors decadent. It’s because he was out of his bloody mind. I think there is something remarkable to be said for being able to carry on as a “mad scientist” and still be able to interact with mortal women as he did. Remember the Nazi’s and the unspeakable things they did to infants and older people alike? DuLae was privy to that information – I never learned if it was first-hand knowledge or if he received it second-hand. Regardless, that’s the type of activity the Ordo Dracul was involved in. It frightened me at first – which was disturbingly arousing to DuLae – but I became accustomed to their grotesque activities. However, I didn’t want to be the one holding the instrument used to gain such knowledge about the human and Kindred body, or their psyche. I only wanted the benefits of the knowledge that others gained. At that moment my interests lie with the various hauntings we investigated. My understanding was so juvenile then, it’s almost funny as I reflect.

There is a turning point in most Kindred lives where they begin to forget who they used to be and why they believed whatever they believed. For me that occurred when I felt the vitae that lies dormant in my veins thicken and become more potent. It was liberating and enlightening. My mind changed in what felt like moments. Suddenly I felt like a starving baby bird. I couldn’t swallow enough information to sate my hunger for knowledge. I became a completely different person all together – I never wanted to spend years on the bottom rung of the Ordo Dracul, ambition has never been the problem. The problem was deeper. I don’t think I understood what a wealth of knowledge I had in front of me, or that I truly wasn’t meant to stay the same forever.

You are probably wondering how a girl like me got involved with a bunch of freaks like the Ordo Dracul. Or perhaps you’re wondering what I had to offer them that they kept me around even as a Slave. The answer to that question doesn’t matter because as soon things began to get comfortable my sire did something so incredibly stupid and more or less flushed all of my hard work and reputation, along with his own, down the proverbial toilet. He was exiled from the city for murdering someone important over a terrible business deal, and thus became nothing but a liability to me. We left London and moved on to several surrounding cities before we decided that no matter where we went it wasn’t far enough. That’s what brought me to the United States. Due to unfortunate circumstances, though, he didn’t make it across the big pond. How sad. 

After arriving to the United States, I moved deeper inside to Atlanta, Georgia. I remember there being a nasty thunderstorm. I knew then that this wasn’t going to be an effortless endeavor. The moment I stepped into the Elysium (the following night, of course, beauty sleep after such a disgusting journey is very important) I was bombarded with question after question about who I was, where I came from, why I was there, who my sire was, you get the point. During my travels I had decided that this new place would be my new beginning; I would change my name from Mildred Hunter to Victoria Brock.

After catching much flack for being unbound I began seeking membership to the small number of Invictus I’d had a secret interest in them long before landing in Atlanta. It was not a difficult choice for them, of course. Despite my unaligned state I’d held my own in the social arena that is Kindred society. After swearing an oath of loyalty I was assigned to a mentor who educated me on the philosophies of the Invictus. After I was manumitted I went on to become a Notary.

After the dust settled I found myself tired and bored. I had finally felt the weight of being Daeva. I was a proud member of the Invictus but my Ordo Dracul roots were beginning to creep to the surface of my mind. I recalled some things my sire had taught me. They were about pushing limits and its effects on the psyche. On an impulse I decided to run a sort of brothel – however, it wasn’t an ordinary brothel. The Daeva mind is an unusual and striking place, often times only perverse or twisted encounters will sate the relentless anguish of constant dissatisfaction. This place catered to the sometimes cruel and unusual activities of bondage and sadomasochism.

It took me a long time to grow bored with my experiment. By the time I closed the doors to my brothel of sorts I had become depressed for one reason or another. My retainers saw me safely and comfortably into the arms of the eclipse. They watched over me until I was prepared to awake and experience the modern world.

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