Imagine a cruel aristocratic woman. One who tortures the people around her, draining their blood and causing incredible agony. Imagine her drinking the blood of her victims... Now see that same person become a vampire and gain immortality and even more power. And see her loose upon the unexpected world.
General Biographical Data
Full Name: Erzsébet Báthory-Nádasdy (Báthory Erzsébet in Hungarian, Alžbeta Bátoriová in Slovak, Alžběta Báthoryová in Czech and Elżbieta Batory in Polish)
Aliases: The Blood Countess, Bloody Lady of Čachtice, The Tigress of Csejte, Comtesse Elizabeth 'Eliza' Thábyro
Age: She officially died 21 August 1614
Date of Birth: August 7, 1560
Occupation: Vampire, Witch, Caretaker of a large number of misfits she call her 'Court'
Education: High society education, Witchcraft, Necromancy, Mystical lore, bio-chemical science, Several European languages
Legal Status: Convicted criminal, Stateless person (The General populace of the world thinks Erzsébet Báthory died in her castle on August 21, 1614)
Relatives: Báthory György (father, deceased), Báthory Anna (mother, deceased), Ferenc Nádasdy (husband, deceased), Báthory Anne (daughter, deceased), Báthory Ursula (daughter, deceased), Báthory András (son, deceased), Báthory Katalin (daughter, deceased) and Báthory Pál (son, deceased)
Eye Colour: Red
Hair Colour: Red (often dies it black)
Build: Slender Athletic
Her renowned skintone is 'dead' pale and she has vampiric fangs plus highly developed nails that resemble claws.
It has to be noted that upon shortage of blood she will get paler and older looking... features that will return to healthy and young when she consumes blood.
The vampire is a shapeshifter in that she can shift into form of bat or wolf or a mistlike vapor and the shapes in-between.
Elizabeth Báthory was born on a family estate in Nyírbátor, Hungary on 7 August 1560, and spent her childhood at Ecsed Castle. Her father was George Báthory of the Ecsed branch of the family, brother of Andrew Bonaventura Báthory, who had been Voivod of Transylvania, while her mother was Anna Báthory (1539–1570), daughter of Stephen Báthory of Somlyó, another Voivod of Transylvania, was of the Somlyó branch. Through her mother, Elizabeth was the niece of Stefan Báthory, King of Poland.
Elizabeth was engaged to Ferenc Nádasdy, in what was probably a political arrangement within the circles of the aristocracy. The couple married on 8 May 1575, in the little palace of Varannó. There were approximately 4,500 guests at the wedding. Elizabeth moved to Nádasdy Castle in Sárvár and spent much time on her own, while her husband studied in Vienna.
Nádasdy’s wedding gift to Báthory was his home, Csejte Castle, situated in the Little Carpathians near Trenčín, together with the Čachtice country house and 17 adjacent villages. The castle itself was surrounded by a village and agricultural lands, bordered by outcrops of the Little Carpathians. In 1602, Nádasdy finally bought the castle from Rudolf II, Holy Roman Emperor, so that it became a private property of the family.
In 1578, Nádasdy became the chief commander of Hungarian troops, leading them to war against the Ottomans. With her husband away at war, Elizabeth Báthory managed business affairs and the estates. That role usually included providing for the Hungarian and Slovak peasants, even medical care.
During the height of the Long War (1593–1606), she was charged with the defense of her husband's estates, which lay on the route to Vienna. The threat was significant, for the village of Čachtice had previously been plundered by the Ottomans while Sárvár, located near the border that divided Royal Hungary and Ottoman occupied Hungary, was in even greater danger.
She was an educated woman who could read and write in four languages. There were several instances where she intervened on behalf of destitute women, including a woman whose husband was captured by the Turks and a woman whose daughter was raped and impregnated.
In 1585, Elizabeth gave birth to a daughter, Anna. A second daughter, Ursula, and her first son, Andrew, both died at an early age. After this, Elizabeth had three more children, Katherine (born in 1594), Paul (born around 1597) and Miklós. All of her children were cared for by governesses as Elizabeth had been.
Elizabeth's husband died in 1604 at the age of 47, reportedly due to an injury sustained in battle. The couple had been married for 29 years.
Between 1602 and 1604, Lutheran minister István Magyari complained about atrocities both publicly and with the court in Vienna, after rumors had spread.
The Hungarian authorities took some time to respond to Magyari's complaints. Finally, in 1610, King Matthias assigned György Thurzo, the Palatine of Hungary, to investigate. Thurzo ordered two notaries to collect evidence in March 1610. Even before obtaining the results, Thurzó debated further proceedings with Elizabeth's son Paul and two of her sons-in-law. A trial and execution would have caused a public scandal and disgraced a noble and influential family (which at the time ruled Transylvania), and Elizabeth's considerable property would have been seized by the crown.
Thurzo, along with Paul and her two sons-in-law, originally planned for Elizabeth to be spirited away to a nunnery, but as accounts of her murder of the daughters of lesser nobility spread, it was agreed that Elizabeth Báthory should be kept under strict house arrest, but that further punishment should be avoided. It was also determined that Matthias would not have to repay his large debt to her, for which he lacked sufficient funds.
Thurzó went to Csejte (Čachtice) Castle on 30 December 1610 and arrested Báthory and four of her servants, who were accused of being her accomplices. Thurzó's men reportedly found one girl dead and one dying. They reported that another woman was found wounded, others locked up.
While the countess was put under house arrest (and remained so from that point on), King Matthias requested that Elizabeth be sentenced to death. However, Thurzo successfully convinced the King that such an act would negatively affect the nobility. Hence, a trial was postponed indefinitely. Thurzo's motivation for such an intervention is debated by scholars.
The countess' associates however were brought to court. A trial was held on 7 January 1611 at Bicse, presided over by Royal Supreme Court judge Theodosious Syrmiensis de Szulo and 20 associate judges. Bathory herself did not appear at the trial.
The defendants at that trial were Dorothea Szentes, Ilona Jó, Katarína Benická, and János Újváry ("Ibis" or Fitzko).
Dorothea, Ilona Jó and Ficko were found guilty and put to death on the spot. Dorothea and Ilona had their fingers ripped off their hands with hot pokers before they were burned at the stake, while Fitzko, who was deemed less guilty, was beheaded before being consigned to the flames. A public scaffold was erected near the castle to show the public that justice had been done. Katarína Benická was sentenced to life imprisonment, as she only acted under the domination and bullying by the other women, as implied by recorded testimony.
During the trial of her primary servants, Báthory had been placed under house arrest in a walled up set of rooms. She remained there for four years, until her death.
King Matthias had urged Thurzo to bring her to court and two notaries were sent to collect further evidence, but in the end no court proceedings against her were ever commenced.
On 21 August 1614, Elizabeth Báthory was found dead in her castle. Since there were several plates of food untouched, her actual date of death is unknown. She was buried in the church of Csejte, but due to the villagers' uproar over having "The Tigress of Csejte" buried in their cemetery, her body was moved to her birth home at Ecsed, where it is interred at the Báthory family crypt.
After that things became unclear to official records. But a woman with her name was incarcerated in a secured wing in Rhode Islands. She was a witch and a vampire. Several strong mystical seals where needed to keep her de-powered and in place. The Great Break-out destroyed those seals though... and the blood countess was free again.
Elizabeth started building her court up using a huge mansion in a local disputed Isle group. Among her first members where the cryogenic scientist Ice Cry (who later was reborn, after his demise during a mission) and the demon Incantator Draconis. And it wasn't long before The Court of the Blood Countess became known among the isles as a safe haven for all things that would go 'bump' in the night.
Elizabeth threw herself back into her 'work'. She formed a huge amount of solid alliances. Making sure the court has tentacles everywhere across the Rogue Isles. Recruited many new members into her 'Court'.
She also started to indulge herself again in high society. Something she was used to from her days in Europe. For this she created the guise of Comtesse Eliza Thábyro, a wealthy French party animal. And a real favorite to any gossip writer. As 'the comtesse' the gained some connections in the big City itself. Using her Black Scrying Crystal to travel too and from at will. Whenever the hero activity became too grand in their search of the undead... or when her own exploits where in danger of drawing attention upon her, she always pulled her activity conveniently away from the City. Just to come back when the danger had passed.
Although she does everything to keep her protectees safe from harm outside the castle, there are a lot of dangers out there still. Plans are constantly made to keep the Court members safe from the likes as the Hyenas, and only recently the Nighthunters. Groups of dedicated 'specialized' monsterhunters.
Elizabeth influences the human race at high level though. Being part of the World-wide vampiric council that goes by the name of the Council of X, and having her claws in the business of the League of Righteous Destroyers and the Midnight Illuminati. Her spies are everywhere... from the streets of New York City, the woods around Boston to the ranks of Organised Crime.
Elizabeth was connected to the Hungarian throne while alive. As such she made a large network of insiders when she traveled the world after she became a vampire. She was at one time connected to several secret orders. As one of the vampire elders she is part of the vampiric world council too. Going by the name of the Council of X. Several criminal organizations and so-called vampire lords still think she is a controlling part, even though she is not... and follows her own agenda. Her own agenda involving her own court and servants called 'the Court of the Blood Countess'. After several alien invasions she got involved in Earthbound security too as she detested the aliens on who's blood she couldn't survive.
Elizabeth utilizes several living and dead people as her personal servants. And although the living have their uses... it is the dead ones who are the most loyal to her. These old adversaries, lovers and servants her necromancy gave life to are worth mentioning here in their own right. The vampire-witch usually summons the same.
Vladimir, the Lich
During her time imprisoned within the walls of her castle Elizabeth had heard about this dark sorcerer that was told to be even more powerful then she was said to be. The guards where eager to let her known that he too was captured in his hideout deep withing the Carpathian mountains. But as he didn't had the luxury of being protected by noble blood the sorcerer named Vladimir was killed on the spot. His throat slit and his body cast into a deep pit that was then filled with mud and filth.
Escaping her country of birth she traveled to the Carpathians to seek out this sorcerer... and indeed she found him. Her magic brought him back to life as her servant... and in some spells even her teacher. As his own dark sorcery was strong enough to keep his mind intact even after death.
Vladimir has a host of dark spells he can perform. And if ever he had any feelings towards other humans those feelings where removed upon his death. Only his loyalty to the countess remains. Do not underestimate this walking corpse... his power is terrible indeed.
Radagast & Krakaroff
These two where the guards that kept Elizabeth imprisoned in her castle tower. And the first to fall to Elizabeth her new found undead existence. She drained both of them for their blood and then turned her sorcery upon them. Thus her enslavers became her personal guards. Her Knights of Death!
Dimitri, Sergei & Ficzko
Outside the castle she found the shallow graves of her direct servants. Including the man that taught her sorcery during the last few years. But their bodies where decomposed... Elizabeth utilized a great amount of blood to bring them back but was unable to repair much of their mind. These days they serve her still... Although not able to communicate much they never tire, never sleep... and are strong soldiers in case of a fight.
Skills, Weapons & Artifacts
Potions, dagger and sword handling (especially double-wielding Szabla (East-european sabers)), archery, horseback riding, herbiology. She own an enchanted demonic amulet made of black crystal called the Amulet of the Dark Lords. A number of stolen/gathered magic weapons or by Court scientist created weapons like a freeze ray and her Black Scrying Crystals.
While alive Elizabeth was educated as a young noble woman should. At early youth she learned horseback riding, archery, to work the dagger and a little swordplay. Aside from that she learned to cook and to weave too. But the person to make her actually do that hasn't survived yet.
Especially the Szabla she trained for ages after-wards. These East-European sabers are what her father and her husband had used in the war against the Ottomans, and it is the one weapon she was ever interested in learning. Eventually she became specialized in double-wielding them.
She is schooled in Latin, German and Greek and was interested in science and astronomy.
The blood countess is highly intelligent and schooled in war strategics. Over the ages her language skills where enriched with about a dozen European languages. She also knows how to handle herself between royalty and while traveling the world. She was at the courts of Venice and Versailles without any suspicion to her real identity.
Elizabeth makes most use of an enchanted demonic amulet made of black crystal called the Amulet of the Dark Lords. It is what she was wearing when she first summoned the Blade Prince who infused it with energies, making the amulet a conduct to the powers of his masters.
The past 400+ years she has gathered a large library of mystic texts she calls upon often while using her witchcraft. She also posses a number of mystical artifact and potions to help her out... but doesn't always carry those on her person. Most used of those are her Black Scrying Crystals who are enchanted to show her visions from afar. In larger rough versions they can even transport a body to the shown image.
Recently the dying Tai-Wei send the ancient Blood Orb to the care of Elizabeth. It is unsure why he choice her from all members of the Council of X. Most likely it was her ability to manipulate magic. She would be able to control the powers behind it.
The court (mad) scientists often come up with new weapons to use and once in a while she can't resist trying one out in case it turns out to be a new way to torture her victims. In the past she had hold of Alien weapons, Freeze-rays and the likes.
Her powers vary and are partly physical and partly a learned art. Here is a small list...
S While alive Elizabeth learned witchcraft and necromancy from the witches among her servants. The necromancy enabled her to make incredibly strong zombies that does whatever she commands in an instance. She also found out ways to enhance them even beyond their original powers. She was even able to bring back the dead themselves with their soul 'almost' intact.
S The witchcraft she originally dabbled in was an extension of the necromancy. She used her enormous amount of bloodshed not only to fill her baths but also to retrieve favors from dark gods who left Earth before men came on it. The practice of magic made it possible for her to manipulate a lot of mystical energies... but her black soul only allowed the most foul invocations. Most of them drain life, will or power. The rituals however gave her another edge. Upon her death while walled in in her castle her body transformed and was reborn a vampire.
S As a vampire Elizabeth gained all the powers these mystical beings have. Her body is dead, but keeps it's youthful appearance. Meaning it is immortal and can even be restored. She can change into the shape of a wolf or a bat. She can command the lower beings like rats and snakes. Her claws can slice through doors and she is strong enough to break a man in two. She can float, even fly... defying gravity. It is unsure if here the earth is actually repelling her unholiness or that she becomes lighter then air. Her senses are so strong she can hear a mouse and see in the dark. Her body can be made untouchable and she is able to melt into the shadows making her almost impossible to detect. Her mind is able to hypnotize or induce fear unheard of.
S Being a vampire made her dependent off human blood. She must have fresh living blood every day. She also must rest within the soil of her native land once every month for at least 8 hours. Her tomb (placed in her private chamber's) is filled with earth from the grounds of her family castle to do just that. The blood drained will bring her back to full youth and strength though.
Against popular believe... Elizabeth is not vulnerable to sunlight. While the years pass the vampire grows stronger and Elizabeth learned to withstand the light... but it's not her natural surroundings and she will be much weaker then. Even going so far as to casually wear sunglasses to protect her eyes.
Aside of that she hates the smell of garlic, and her flesh will burn upon touching any hallowed or holy symbol from what is considered a 'good' god. Mirrors will shatter upon her visage too.
Elizabeth is a very aristocratic person. While she was alive she was used to having her way all the time. Crossing her or forcing her hand... or worse... betraying her might outrage her beyond words. Which usually ends up with someone tortured or dead! At the same time she is incredibly vain. Her looks fainted while she was alive... making her use magic and her blood baths to try and regain her youth. Finally becoming a vampire made her look like a woman somewhere between 27-32 again, but that didn't take away her fear of aging.
She is also very cruel and masochistic, having invented some of the most horrible torturing ways personally during her lifetime and beyond... and having used them often before draining her victim for the blood she needed for the baths. There are few people she could remember ever loving... and even those she would be able to sacrifice if it meant saving herself. Even thus... she needs someone around to share her own beauty with. To make her feel beautiful. As such she always searching for a lover or companion. And if that one is within his or her right mind he/she would never trust her.
Elizabeth sees the whole world as her personal hunting grounds. And most people she keeps alive as nothing more then servants. but being hunted and needing to relocate constantly annoys her immensely. As such she is now trying to make a network of familiars across the mayor players in Millenium City. To become the power behind the power and to make sure she has free game moving around without the chance of being attacked.
As such she is the Mastermind, in control of many of whom you might not suspect; Caretaker, of her Court of murderous and often psychotic creatures; and Warrior, fierce and fast.
The Blood countess is a hard to reach woman, but she has ears and eyes all around the Millenium City. If you ask around there is a good chance she will hear about it... and get in touch with you!
In order to improve my complexion and also to maintain my failing grasp on my youth and vitality, I slaughtered six hundred innocent young women from my tiny mountain principality...
The Early Years (1560-1578)
Unusual for one of my social status, I was a fit and active child. Raised as Magyar royalty, as a young maid I was quite beautiful; delicate in my features, slender of build, tall for the time, but my personality did not attain the same measure of fortuitous development. In my opinion my most outstanding feature was my often commented upon gloriously creamy complexion. Although others were not really so equally impressed with the quality of my rather ordinary skin, they offered copious praise if they knew what was good for them, as I did not accept unenthusiastic half-measures of adulation; and I was vindictive.
I was only 15 when I was 'married off' for political gain and position to a rough soldier of (nevertheless) aristocratic stock and manner.
By reason of the marriage, I became the lady of the Castle of Csejthe, his home, situated deep in the Carpathian mountains of what is now central Romania, but which then was known only as Transylvania. Located near no exciting urban center, the castle was surrounded by a village of simple peasants and rolling agricultural lands, interspersed with the jagged outcroppings of the frozen Carpathians.
While the picturesque setting embraced a bucolic tapestry of ideal small fields, meandering stone walls, quaint cottages, a few satisfied brown cows, and goats with tinkling bells about their necks scampering among st the chickens, life here was uneventful. The castle was typical for its day and place: cold, dun, gloomy, damp, dark; unlike the cozy thatched houses of the peasants below.
While my husband was pursuing his passion, the soldier business, and off on various campaigns, for me -- who did not wish to amuse myself in the out-of-doors where those loutish peons were grubbing in the mud -- life became pounding boring in very short order. Being an energetic teenager, although one with a view and experience of life which was 'special,' I set about finding novel amusements to occupy my days.
My tastes were of a certain slant, and consequently I began to gather about myself (as my ample financial resources readily accommodated) persons of peculiar and sinister arts. These I welcomed into my presence, affording them commodious lodging and lavish attention to each of their most singular needs and interests. Among them were those who claimed to be witches, sorcerers, seers, wizards, alchemists, and others who practiced the most depraved deeds in league with the Devil and too painful to mention even in a story such as this. They taught me their crafts in intimate detail and I was enthralled. But learning such unspeakable things was not enough.
Twilight Years (1578-1614)
In 1578, my husband Nádasdy became the chief commander of Hungarian troops, leading them to war against the Ottomans. With him away at war, I managed business affairs and the estates. As such I travelled to the capital of the Holy Roman Empire... Venice. During those days I became much enamoured by my close neighbor Vladislav Ţepeş Drăculea. Especially when I learned that he should have been dead almost a century before. He showed incredible physical powers and was young and beautiful. Seemingly immortal... When I asked about how he came to such power, he answered... 'The blood is the life!'. It will still be some years in the future before I would learn what he meant by that strange remark.
War in the 16th century was a brutal affair. While fashionably fighting the Turks and attempting to gain information from prisoners captured, my husband employed a horrid device of torture: clever articulated claw-like pincers, fashioned of hardened silver; which, when fastened to a stout whip would tear and rip the flesh to such an obscene degree that even he, a cruel man, abandoned the apparatus in disgust and left it at the castle as he departed on yet another heroic foray.
I was not alone in my 'unusual' interests. Aware of my complex preoccupations, and amused by them, my aunt had introduced me also to the pleasures of flagellation (enacted upon desolate others of course), a taste I quickly acquired. Equipped with my husband's heinous silver claws, I generously indulged myself, whiling away many lonely hours at the expense of forlorn Slav debtors from my own dungeons. The more shrill their screams and the more copious the blood, the more exquisite and orgasmic my amusement. I preferred to whip my 'subjects' on the front of their nude bodies rather than their backs, not only for the increased damage potential, but so that I could gleefully watch their faces contort in horror at their most grim and burning fate.
My husband died in 1604 of stab wounds imposed on him by a harlot in Bucharest whom he had not paid, and I immediately dreamed of a lover to replace him, since I never cared for him in the first place -- so much for my mourning. However, the mirror showed me that my prurient indulgences, as well as time, had taken their toll on my appearance. My 'angelic' complexion had long since faded to something less than perfection; I had reached 43. My desire for a lover did not fade; I raged deep within, cursing time.
Such a simple interest as a new husband was not to rule the day, it was merely a detail. With the demise of my husband, prowling highly placed men began to smell a ripe opportunity to seize the power and influence encapsulated in my name; likely by acquiring me and then eliminating me. As well, I was next in line to become King of Poland, and I wanted the job. This seeming anomaly was possible within the governing constructs of the time, and the office of queen held no political weight. At the same time, I was educated beyond all those around me, reading and writing four languages while the prince of Transylvania was an illiterate boor (who bathed regularly -- every year on his birthday).
Maintaining my youth and vitality became central to this developing plot; the absolute divine right to power I understood was mine to keep and protect would be essential to the attainment of all that I sought. Vanity, sexual desire, drive for political power all were seamlessly blended into a central primordial passion. If I lost my youth, I could forfeit all.
My mood deteriorated markedly and one day, as I viciously struck a servant girl for a minor oversight, I drew blood when my pointed nails raked the girl's cheek. The wound was serious enough that some of the blood got onto my skin. Later, I was quite sure that that part of my own body - where the girl's blood had dropped - looked fresher somehow; younger, brighter and more pliant.
Immediately I consulted my alchemists for their opinion on the phenomenon. They, of course, were enjoying my hospitality and did not wish to disappoint, so, fortunately, they did recall a case many many years before and in a distant place where the blood of a young virgin had caused a similar effect on an aged (but generous) personage of nobility and good grace.
With such clear evidence at hand, I was convinced that here was a brilliant discovery; a method to restore and preserve my youthful glow forever, or at least until I got what I wanted. The advice of my 'beauty consultant,' a woman named Katarina, concurred that my clever realization was most surely sound.
I reasoned that if a little was good, then a lot would be better: I firmly believed that if I bathed in the blood of young virgins -- and in the case of especially pretty ones, drank it -- I would be gloriously beautiful and strong once again.
For years, I trusted helper in my various secret pleasures had been Dorotta Szentes. Now with her, and other 'witches' to help carry the load, I roamed the countryside by night, hunting for suitable virginal girls as raw material for my difficult quest.
When back in the castle, each batch of young girls would be hung, alive and naked, upside-down by chains wrapped around their ankles. Their throats would be slit and all of their blood drained for my bath, to be taken while the heat of their young bodies still remained in the thickening and sticky crimson pool.
And every now and then, a really lovely young girl would be obtained. As a special treat, I would drink the child's blood: at first from a golden flask, but later, as her taste for it increased, directly from the stream, as the writhing and whimpering body hung from the rafters, turning pale.
Although I had held off her political foes, after five years of this enterprise I at last began to realize that the blood of peasant girls was having little effect on the quality of her skin. Obviously such blood was defective and better blood was required.
In early 17th century Transylvania, parents of substantial position wished their daughters to be educated in the appropriate social graces and etiquettes, so that they might gain the 'right' connections when ripe. Here was an opportunity.
In 1609, I established an academy in the castle, offering to take 25 girls at a time from proper families, and to correctly finish their educations. Indeed, their educations were finished.
Assisted by Dorotta Szentes (known also by the graceful diminutive "Dorka") these poor students were consumed in exactly the same beastly fashion as the anguished peasant girls who preceded them. This was too easy, and I became careless in my actions for the first time in my dreadful career. During a frenzy of lust, four drained bodies were thrown off the walls of the castle.
The error was realized too late, for villagers had already seen, collected, and begun to identify the girls. The disappearance of all those young women began to be solved; the secret was finished.
I needed an edge as soon I would be discovered. And so I turned on dark rituals found within a dark tome. A tome that was hidden in my very own castle for such a long time it was almost forgotten. So while the net closed in on me I performed a ritual in my bloody dungeons summoning an emissary of the Dark Lords themselves. Offering them the massive amounts of blood shed within my castle walls the dark lords would grand me my wish... power and youth for eternity.
Word of this horror spread rapidly and soon reached the Hungarian Emperor, Matthias II, who immediately ordered that I be placed on public trial. But, my aristocratic status did not allow that I be arrested. Parliament at once passed a new Act to reverse this privilege of station (lest I slip from their hands) and I was brought before a formal hearing in 1610. Interestingly, no authority seemed inclined to offer any form of attention to these matters when merely peasant girls had been the subject of my blood-letting for five years previous.
By the final count, 600 girls had vanished; I admitted nothing. Dorka and her witches were burned alive, but I, by reason of my noble birth, could not be executed. Katarina was somehow seen as another victim, and was set free.
I did not ever utter even a single word of regret, or remorse and was damned to a death while alive. Sealed into a tiny closet of my castle -- and never let out -- I died four years later.
Life after Death (1614-1889)
Three days later I awoke, reborn as a creature of blood and night... a vampire. It was then I truly came to understand the words Vladislav told me... so many years ago in Venice... 'The blood is the life!'. And powerful I had become indeed... knowing how to combine my vampiric powers with my witchcraft and necromancy.
I fled my homeland and used my old estates in Venice as safe-houses. Lurking around in the highest ranks of the Venetian society. It was there that I had a time of luxe and leisure... of party and delight. But my having fun resulted in the local authorities looking into me a little too much.
That was also my sign to leave Venice. Moving from the court of Venice to the Royal City of Paris where I met the king Louis XVI and befriended Marie Antionette. During the revolution (in which both lost their heads) I was contacted by a secret organization of vampires who were, like me, never been turned or born from another vampire. They were the blood sources of the vampiric race, and I was to be one of them. Their name... the Council of X! Every year we would gather and decide the future of the vampire. I was surprised to find Vladislav between their ranks... but not as much as he was to see me as powerful as him. Maybe even more so.
I spend some time in London after that... at one point seducing a learned man in such a way he went on a murder spree for me. He called himself 'Jack the Ripper'. But the idiot drew too much attention and in the heat of the search I had to leave London.
The Americans (1889-2005)
I traveled to wards New England, the name attracted me as I had rather a good time in England itself. The people there, in particularly in Rhode Island and Eastern Connecticut, were soon extremely afraid of the dead coming to life, even though none dare to mention even the word 'vampire'. Off course I was behind that, but nobody could catch me.
But then my records where released in my homeland, now the country named Slovakia. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that my name would become worldwide known. That there would be modern men both horrified and admiring of the Báthory.
Craving servants and blood, I came in contact with the likes of Organised Military criminal might and their warlord himself. I guess it was only a few months after he gained his fabulous powers. I even shared the bed with him. But he wanted me to obey his every wish and I'm used to answering to no-one but myself. Betrayed by his ex-lover who I had a love/hate relation with, I eventually was taken by surprise and placed in a maximum security wing for special powered criminals in the local prison.
During the great breakout the seals holding me in place broke and I found myself back in control of my own fate. This time I will not follow others... this time it will be my will to pass the chaos I longed for the past 300 plus years. This is where my base of operations will come... I will paint the streets red with blood while building up an empire of my own. Let the world tremble.
So written, 15th May of 2006