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Her tale of slavery began at the age of twelve, when she began to go through those funny little changes into womanhood.
Her mother died the night little Audren was born. Her father, the kind man he was, sold his only daughter into slavery in
order to feed him and her older brothers. Her first owner, a man named Brenden Ireland, used her for nothing but kitchen help.
This was where she was best. After a few years and her master’s son deciding to have his way with her, at fifteen, she
gave birth to her first son, Roman. All was well until the Ireland clan needed to get rid of “waste”. Audren was
sent out to a slave market to gain her household money in exchange for her willingness to serve. This is when she met Drake
DiMeda, the owner who used her for his personal pleasures.
Life was only pain at Castle Romestine. Daily she was beat,
raped and passed around. She lost all sense of her humanity. Roman remained a secret to all and her second son, Jacob was
only a fear to her. During her second pregnancy at sixteen, Audren was able to escape with Roman on two separate occasions…but
sadly she was taken back by a slave driver. She was not whipped or beat in fear the child she carried was her master’s,
but given harder labor in order to make up for her disobedience. She gave birth to her second child the eve before her seventeenth
birthday. Her children were all that kept her living.
She continued on as a pleasure slave for Drake, but one night…she
could take no more. It was dark and from her little hut near the castle, a single flame lit up her home. She was reading Roman
a story to put him to sleep, rocking little Jacob in her arms. All of a sudden, the door flew open; the overpowering wind
snuffed out the flame…the hut was cloaked in darkness. Audren placed Jacob down with his brother before she moved to
rekindle the candle. Just as the flame sparked into existence, hands gripped her frail arms. Roman was screaming as Jacob
cried. In all the confusion, Audren was able to make out the figures of two tall, and thin men. Their faces were pale, a pasty
white while their lips bust with a scarlet flare. One of the men held Jacob in his arms, smiling at the child with his pearl
white fangs gleaming. Before she had the chance to fight, Audren was slammed onto the table, her head held forward as another
man tore off her clothing. She cried, begging for him to stop as he ruthlessly raped her. Through her tears, she saw the man
with Jacob hold her son under his arms and viciously rip his throat open. Jacob was only able to release a small gasp of pain
before falling limp in the man’s arms. She watched, screaming as the vampyre feasted on her four month old son. From
the back of the hut, she heard Roman crying. “Momma…it hurts…make it stop” he cried. “Please…please…”
she sobbed as another man brought Roman into view, his chest open and his little heart still beating. Blood dribbled from
his mouth before the vampyre tore into his tiny neck. Audren screamed out her rage as she tried to fight the two holding her
against the table. It was no use…her children were no more.
To this day, she continues to run from Drake as
well as search for the vampyres he hired to kill her children. That night will be a night she will never forget. She wears
a locket with their pictures inside. Her mind is on one thing alone...to claim vengeance on the murderers of her children.
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