The noise of the parties back in the year 1556, the New World, declared by an imbecile of a man decades ago. The production of sugar, slaves, and trade was the new trend. But, the parties of Royaume de France were legendary, explorations of the human bodies being explored.
Pleasured even and usually left in a mess that the servants would have to clean up. Whereas, Cloette du Montresor, was an established figure, to have married the man who built it, Fortunato Montresor of the Montresor family.
By then, the many people who are once going to be in debacles of ludicrous and bland conversations. She brought about the splendor of enjoying her time on god's earth, to be born as a child who walks in the day, with the hunger of the night.
But the story of how this influential force of nature came to France was of another category. She was a dhampir, a human with the abilities of a vampire.
Cloette's mother was a medicine woman during the time of the Plague that took many lives. However, her husband, Cloette's father, was a vampire.
He had red hair, with hints of onyx streaks that would make him a particular character that many people would fear. But not Cloette's mother.
She resisted his charms at first as it developed into a game of cat and mouse. Because of her willpower and brashness, he developed a genuine interest in her.
Her demeanor and her scent changed him. It didn't turn him into a lustful glutton, but became true love. He would then guide Cloette's mother to her home, an apothecary, that would help the people of the village with their ailments.
Cloette's father was known as Samuel Valescus, and her mother's name was Annette De Mariposa. Samuel's physique was a huge, burly gentleman with red and black hair.
He wore a tunic that was adorned with silver and gold threads for the accents in the shape of a rooster on his back. He went to Annette and courted her for many years.
She would receive them kindly and respond with romantic remarks. The nights they had together had been so much passion that could even defy the balance of life and death.
Then came Cloette, half-human, and half-vampire by her father, many known as a dhampir. They were both shocked by Annette's conception of their mixed-blood daughter, but they were happy regardless.
The mother-to-be wasn't sure about what they would do to raise their child. When Samuel went out one night, Annette's contractions came.
She would be screaming and howling in pain. Then, she managed and birthed the baby in three hours, but she didn't realize that the newborn would become so pale.
Samuel rushed as fast as he could back to the hut they lived in, and he just smiled in relief that both the child and mother were alright. But he noticed his daughter's eyes were red and retracted in horror at the sight of his newborn child.
He attempted to prevent his daughter from going outside years later. Because in his world they considered dhampirs unnatural occurrences in the magical world. Annette suggested raising her as a human for most of her life.
Samuel was hesitant to know that it would mean that this child was born of a taboo that shouldn't have existed. But maybe it might start a war, or garner as a bridge towards peace between the magic and human realm.
He would have said, "My daughter is a vampire, not a dhampir. We must make sure she never drinks blood in public. She will only eat human food."
20 years later, the young dhampir had just celebrated her birthday. She discovered something about why dhampirs can't go out in the daylight.
They could walk in the sun, but they are not immortal. A dhampir's skin would be burnt and blistering from the sensitivity of the exposure.
At the point where Cloette would require a hat and long-sleeved garments to assist with her mother's orders at the pharmacy. Trying to bring in more closure to herself, that she was a rare occurrence.
An event that doesn't have knowledge that wasn't mentioned or acknowledged well throughout this age. Cloette's father, one day, was frightened about how her eyes were not like his.
Pink, with hints of yellows, along with hair with shades of metals. But most of all, vampires don't have the ability besides being able to walk in the sun, but dhampirs can possess this ability.
The ability to manipulate blood to their will, blood with the viscosity of congealed blood of the dead. The first instance of this ability being shown was when Cloette was playing in their family's medicinal garden.
Dancing around in her small dress, surrounded by small white and blue butterflies in a gentle dawn that overlooked the snowy mountains. Air, crisp with a hint of sharpness from the beginning of the winter.
During this time of the year, Cloette could come outside without the need to wear a hat to protect her from the sun. She giggled and frolicked until she fell over and scraped her hand on one of the blue rose bushes.
"Ow!!" she exclaimed.
She started bawling, disturbing the silence with her wails of danger.
"Mi hija!!" Samuel screamed in anxiousness and ran into the sun, with a hood on.
He swept across the garden, listening to the sounds of his child crying as a guide to her. He eventually found her, not bleeding red but with an open wound with a black void.
"What happened mi rosa?" he asked his daughter, kneeling to her level.
But she was crying, and then the black void in her wound swirled around the child's leg. It started protruding spikes at the front and they stuck out toward Samuel.
He attempted to outmaneuver it. The spikes followed his movements with slight twitches.
"Papa!!" Cloette cried and stretched out her towards him.
The gelatinous creature stopped and then went to comfort the child by wiggling and making shapes. Cloette would stop crying when she saw the blob enact in a dancing motion and become multiple butterflies that landed on her fingers.
"Papa look, black mariposis!! They look so pwetty." she exclaimed as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand.