A blind Malkavian. As Beautiful as she is Insane.
I was born on November 9, 1838 in my family home in Raleigh, North Carolina. My parents, John and Elizabeth Wright, welcomed me as their second child. Their first, my brother Samuel, was born three years earlier on June 22, 1835. We were not a particularly wealthy family. My father was a low level, local politician and my mother was a school teacher. No, we weren’t swimming in money. But we were always comfortable. We even had a nanny. A stern but caring black woman named Georgia.
In January of 1844 I became very, very ill. The doctors didn’t take long to diagnose it as scarlet fever and prepared my parents for the worse. Many children who contracted scarlet fever did not live. I guess that I was one of the lucky ones. The fever and rash didn’t last long, maybe four or five days. Unfortunately, after the fever ran its course I was left blind. But, like I said, I lived so my parents were relieved. There were times in the years after the fever where I thought that perhaps death would have been a better option.
After I was ill the parents of the other children didn’t want me around them anymore so my mother kept me home from school and taught me in the evenings. The only friends I really had were Georgia and my brother Sam. I suppose that’s alright though because none of the other children wanted to play with me anyway. So, I spent my days with Georgia and my evenings with my mother. I learned quickly, but I was lonely.
I don’t really remember when he came around. I guess it was about a year after the fever. I eagerly gobbled up his attention and playtime. It felt so good to have someone of my own age. He told me that we would always be friends and that he would protect me from others. And he did too. Once, when I was very upset over some comments made a girl who was once my friend, he told me that I shouldn’t be the one crying. She should. They all should be the ones in tears. So, he helped me make her cry.
After a few incidents were children went home with black eyes, my parents decided that something was wrong. They thought that it might help me to put me into interaction with children like me. In Jun 1845 they moved the family to Massachusetts so that I could attend the Perkins Institute for the Blind. I guess the hoped they would get their daughter back. It worked for a while. HE didn’t come around as often, but when he did he filled my head with ideas. Ideas that the blind were superior to the sighted. And I believed them.
While I was at school I did meet a few friends. One of them was one of the Professors. Professor Johnston was the one who taught us to navigate at night and re-orientate ourselves in complete darkness. He really seemed to understand me. It was like he knew what I was thinking. It was like he knew that HE was there. I grew very close to him in my years at the Institute and, even after I left, I kept in contact with him.
The other was David. David Penn. We became fast friends…even though he had some usable vision. When we grew older he liked to say that he couldn’t see all of me, but what he could so was beautiful enough to make angels sing. Men these days have really lost some touch in making a girl feel special. There was style to it back then. Anyway, we were married in 1858 and moved to Washington DC. My parents shortly followed us. While HE did come around sometimes when I was feeling particularly sad or upset, I didn’t see as much of HIM. I had David to protect me.
In 1859 both of my parents contracted something that took their lives. The doctors thought it was meningitis, but they weren’t sure. Either way I was devastated. David tried to comfort me and succeeded well enough. But HE came back. Came back and told me it was because they were sighted. They were being punished. Those chosen to be blind were born for greatness and those who were unlucky enough to not be chosen were doomed to die. Everyone who loved me would leave me eventually. He was the only one that was there to stay. When David noticed that I wasn’t doing well he called for my brother Sam and his wife and children. They came to stay with us for about six months before HE left me in peace…for the most part.
Then the war came and both David and Sam went off to fight. Sam was an infantry man and David helped work on the transportation. Unfortunately, they fought for separate sides. Sam’s wife Mollie and their two kids, Jeanette and Anabelle, came to stay with me in our home in DC. Mollie and I didn’t know which side we wanted to win. We just wanted our husbands back. HE started coming around more often and the more he did the more I tried to keep him away for the safety of my nieces. When we got the news that our husbands wouldn’t be coming back from war I couldn’t keep HIM away anymore. HE was right. All the people I had loved had been forced to leave me. Mollie and the girls moved back near Mollie’s parents and I was left alone. Well…except for HIM.
While I had learned how to live alone at the Institute I was scared. Scared at what I would because HE told me to. I wrote to Professor Johnston about the possibility of staying with him for a while, just until I figured out what I was going to do. His reply said that he would be happy to have me. It was a short journey. When the war started he had moved from Massachusetts to just outside of DC.
When I arrived at his plantation style house a butler was there to receive me. He said that the Professor was not able to receive me, but that he was expected after dinner. When I finally met my old Professor I was endlessly happy. It was like old times. I stayed at his house for a week, but he was always busy during the day so I only saw him in the evenings for two or three hours before I went to sleep. But it didn’t matter how long I got to see him, it just mattered that he was there.
Then, maybe about a month after I had come to stay with him he showed me his true nature.
Well, I didn’t actually see his true nature but he made me aware of it. Then he told me that he could make my pain go away. He could make me live forever. He said that he had seen a spark within me that would be a welcome addition to his “family”. He thought that I could make great strides in future generations for those of us who were visually impaired. I guess that HE was right. The blind were superior to the sighted and we were destined for greatness. I took his offer and that night I was truly born.
This was about a year before the war ended and within that first year George…Professor Johnston taught me how to use my new found powers. It was hard at first almost like when I first arrived at the Institute and was learning the living skills for the first time. But I learned.
Then nearing the very end of the war the butler, Pierre, brought us news of some angry farmers headed this way. George sent me to the secret room and that’s the last I remember.
Ten years ago I was awoken by Tristan. Tristan told me that he was Pierre’s great grandson and handed me a letter. It was from George. Inside the letter were some forged documents that stated he was my great uncle and the letter explained that everything that was once his was now mine. His house, his money, and even Tristan. I woke up in a strange time with everything that I knew gone. Everything that is except for HIM. HE was still with me just like HE said HE would be.
We started planning for the future and my rise in mortal politics.