Paranormal Pandaemonium

A young woman was walking down the dark streets of Mystic Cove on South Carolina on a warm May night. She fanned herself with her hand to cool off.

Her name is Belle Soleil. She is a tall, beautiful twenty five year old woman with raven curls, and violet eyes. Her skin is extremely pale and cool to the touch.

Her skin, her eyes, and even her name used to be different though.

Belle is a very strange young woman. She is not like any other human on earth. She has lived many long years.

Belle was born in ancient Egypt. She was of royal blood. At the age of twenty five when her father the Pharoah died of a terrible illness, his only daughter Nefir became ruler.

Queen Nefir had never been the same when her father died. She was a good Queen, but she was afraid of growing older and dying one day.

Nefir loved and wanted the best for her people. Other Pharoahs before her never looked their subjects in the eye when they were out in the streets with their people.

Nefir believed in looking at them.

Her advisors warned her that as Queen, she was only to watch over and take care of her people. Not get to close to them.

But Nefir's subjects were everything to her. Her one dilemma though. Her fear of growing old and dying would change. A stranger came into Egypt one day.

He was dark and handsome.

The mysterious man told her he had a way to keep her young forever.

Nefir's black eyes grew even darker with surprise.

She was even more surprised when he walked behind her, tilted her head, and bit into her neck. She screamed in horror, trying to fight him off, but he was much stronger. He was sucking the blood from her body. He drank till he weakened her and she went limp in his arms. He grinned with Queen Nefertiri's blood on his lips.

He picked her up, and carried her to her bed chamber. There he performed a ritual to turn her into an immortal being like him. Nefertiri may have wanted to be young and beautiful forever. But this is not what she had in mind.

Belle blinked. She was back in the twenty first century. Walking down the stone paved street of Mystic Cove.

Belle moved to her own rhythm as she walked down the street. She was headed out of town to her home surrounded by a fence covered in honeysuckle.

Her home was the empty Borja Hall.