Yayoi's Journal

History
I was born in Japan, most likely in the year of 435 B.C. I do not remember my life there, honestly - for I was very, very young when my Mother, my Lady - my Sire - found me. She told me that when she first saw me, I was playing in a ray of moonlight - happy as any child. I was dirty, she said, and looked to be starved and uncared for - but I did not seem to mind. So, she picked me up and carried me away, convinced that the gods - or whatever rules our lives as she believed things do - had meant me for her to raise. I was three years old.

She renamed me Khonsu, the second one of our Coven. The first had been destroyed early on, I was later told - but he had been a noble creature, much as I was growing then to be. For the first two years, my Mother kept me out of the eye of the Coven. Very few knew about me, only that my Lady, whom all called Bastet, had a child that she was trying to raise. I am not sure why she did this - in all honesty - but that was the way of life. She kept me in a series of rooms. . . I had nurses, toys, the best foods, heated baths. . . Everything a child could need. My Lady would visit me whenever she could, as long as she could - and soon, I was indeed calling her Mother. My first real memory, to be honest, was of her smiling down at me with pure joy after I had spoken that name as her title. . .
Those days were happy times, if hard to recall now.

So, I grew up - slowly, the way mortals do. When I was five years old, she introduced me to the Coven as her child. I was placed offlimits to any who wished to feed, for it was said that even Ra - our founder of House - took a shine to me and my fearless ways. I was fearless, I remember. . . I was growing up in a family of Vampires, and they were my Aunts and Uncles. I would follow them around all night long, for as long as they would let me - asking questions, being fed by hand little treats when I said something that amused them. In all respects, I was a favored and much pampered pet.

My life remained that way until I was seventeen years old. When I reached that age, it seemed that my life was coming into danger. I was attracting attention from some of the other Vampires which was sexual, the most deadly type of longing from a Vampire to a mortal. I egged it on, of course - especially in the males. I wanted to be wanted, I loved to be desired. I was to be the death of one of my admirers though. But, he had meant my death after he'd used me - breaking the law on my life that Ra himself had set up when I was first brought into the family by Mother.

The Vampire who would die that night raped me. Viciously. I remember the pain of it - how much I suffered for him. He did horrible things to me, horrible and unspeakable things which sometimes still give me nightmares. Had I not been the Coven's little darling - it would have been worse, I know. It would have been worse, and I would have been left to die. . . However, it was not to be that way.

Mother found us, as he whose name I do not recall was ready to kill me - his seed already planted deep within my tender little body. I do not remember much of what happened after that moment. . . I had lost too much blood.
When I next awoke, however - I was completely healed. I did not hurt any more, I was not torn, I was not beaten or bruised. . . I was whole. And, the best thing for last - I was a Vampire! I was truly my Mother's son!

Happier times followed. . .
But, they were to be short lived. In the middle of my first century, coming close to my second - Bastet, my Mother - my great Lady . . . My Goddess. . . Was taken from me by a Slayer. I will not recount this horrific event, for if I did - I would lament for ages, and there would be no calm in this House due to it. The outcome, however, I will speak of. I went into a deep rage, and for a year - with the help of an Elder or two of mine - I went forth into the world, and I found the one who took my Mother's life from her. Need I explain what happened to him?

Now, the rest of my eternity? There is not much to say of it - in all honesty. It is the beginning of my life which had the most events in it. Do not get me wrong - my current life is blissful and filled with the love of those I care the most for. They are few and far between. I have drifted from my Coven, though I do keep an eyes on my children when I can. From time to time, I will adopt a mortal child still.

One such of these young creatures took my interest a great deal, and as he grew - that interest took a newer form. . . However, the youth, whom I brought over to the darknes. . . did not take the same interest in me. When he left me, I must admit that I was hurt. Stryker, he was called. I here he has relocated Covens once more. I wonder if he remembers me?

No matter, right? Yes. That's how I feel about it, or so I tell myself.
There's so many other things which have happened in my life, so - I will stop my biography here. If one has a question to ask me, be not afraid to ask it. I will speak all truth.