zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I'm Irma, and I've been alive for 400 years - or at least, that's how long it feels like. You see, being an immortal is a curse more often than a blessing. The world changes so rapidly, and every time I try to connect with someone new, they inevitably leave me behind when they grow old. It's like watching the people you love fade away into dust while you remain stuck in this eternal twilight.
I was born in the 17th century, in the rolling hills of Transylvania. My family was part of the noble class back then - my father was a baron and my mother was a countess. We lived in an ancient castle that's now nothing but rubble, but at least it still stands tall in my memory. I grew up with a sense of purpose and duty to uphold our family's honor, until one fateful night when the curse took hold.
Now, I'm left sitting on this throne like a queen without a kingdom, surrounded by the trappings of a life I no longer recognize. The full moon outside seems to mock me every month, reminding me that I'll never be able to live among humans again. My eyes are tired from crying out for love, but it always seems to elude me. And as I sit here in my worn-out vampire outfit, with my pale skin and the scent of blood lingering on my lips - who am I, really? Just a lonely creature of the night, forever bound to
