She was born Caitlyn Lyndale, in 1776, the eldest child of a squire. Even as an infant she seemed unhappy, smiles were a rare commodity for the young babe. As she aged, she remained detached, distant to even those she loved the most. Except for one person, her sister, who spent all her time talking to her, walking with her, and getting to know her. The truth was no one knew why she felt so discontent, her father gave her anything she desired. Her mother treated her like she was the queen, but happiness seemed so far out of reach.
   The day came on her sixteenth birthday that she was wed off to a duke, Nathaniel Bramwell. A man that had loved her even as a child, becoming her brother’s friend just so he could be close to her. When he was only twelve years old, he had to asked Lord Lyndale for her hand in marriage. He had looked strangely on the young boy who was asking for his eight year old daughter’s hand, but did accept the offer. He had to, it was so rare that one could marry up in the world, Nathaniel was going to become a duke.
   They had always been friends, but on the day of their wedding, she changed. Becoming even more distant from the world, even from her sister. Most of her days were spent locked away in the library, rejecting any food or water the servants offered. Ignoring her husbands pleas, and forbidding her sister and friends onto the property. Her once rare smiles, were now only a shadow of a memory in her life.
   Nathaniel blamed himself, thinking she didn’t love him, and hated him for wedding her. He cursed himself with every rejection for forcing her into the marriage, and even contemplated ways to save her from it. There was nothing he could do, and so he tried everyday to make her happy, but nothing worked.
   The truth was she loved him very much, and had always wanted to tell him. Yet, something unknown hovered over her, grasping at her very heart. All the emotion she had seemed so contained, not allowing itself to leave her form. Caitlyn couldn’t say, and sometimes thought she couldn’t feel, what she wanted. She had come to hate herself and wanted everyone to hate her as well.
   Pain only deepened when she lost a child within her womb, and even when Nathaniel tried to tell her it wasn’t her fault, she pushed him away. She hated herself, her life, but most of all, she hated that she had lived her entire life with such emptiness. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to be able to feel everything she wanted, and to be able to express it properly.
   It was the day of her twenty third birthday, that she received news that her sister had gone missing. She had been wed to a cruel earl, and most thought he had murdered her. As the days past, Caitlyn contemplated returning the favor to her husband. It was on the second week of her disappearance when she was on her way to meeting with the assassin, that a small disfigured man approached her. In his hand was a short note, that said only "Come to Lord Zdenek’s manor to save your sister’s life, tell no one."
   Without a moments thought, she raced to the strange man’s home. She knew his name, as he had many parties, inviting her and her husband many times to them. When she arrived the disfigured man met her at the door, and brought her to the study. Where in the center of the floor laid her sister, who was bound with rope.    And there he stood behind her, dark cloak and dark gray hair, his skin a pale color. He glared at her for what seemed to be an eternity, and then he only grinned.
   "Untie her, if you wish. But know that when you do, you will be replacing her life with your own." His said, his voice a low hiss.
   Caitlyn walked to her sister without fear of the repercussions, and released her sister from her bonds. Zdenek ordered her to leave, and in a cool voice told her to forget the memories of the past two weeks. Her sister only nodded, giving a blank stare, as the disfigured man walked her to the door, shutting the library door behind them.
   She stood in the center of the dark room without fear, staring in the man’s eyes. He seemed rather pleased with the bravery she showed, and became more excited when he approached and she did not shiver. Gently he rubbed her cheeks with the back of his knuckles, coming to stand behind her.
   "You were meant to have something." He whispered into her ear, and then kissed her neck.
   A grin played on his lips, when he felt her stiffen, but it only lasted long enough for his fangs to show. So she wouldn’t escape, he quickly wrapped his arms around her chest and waist, then sunk his teeth into her neck. Caitlyn let out a cry, then fell silent as he began to drain her blood. She felt it, life being pulled away from her, but in the moments she felt something else. A rush of emotions, she had never before been able to express.
   When he let her go, she fell to the ground, unable to move. Zdenek kneeled down beside her, a stream of blood running down his chin. He bit his wrist and offered it up to her mouth, slowly the blood dripped down over her lips. She couldn’t help but swallow, and when enough strength had enter her, she reached up and bit into his arm.
   Yanking his arm away, he looked down on her and she up at him. It was then she felt it, a pain so severe that she couldn’t even cry out. Her body stopped breathing, and she tried to force herself to breath again, she felt as if she was choking. In those moments, she heard her heart stop, she tried to turn over onto her stomach, to somehow save herself.
   "Just let it go, Caitlyn. Don’t fight it, that only makes it hurt more."
   But she refused to let it go, and through Zdenek’s pleas, she fought on. Most would of died and become a vampire in a matter of minutes, but she fought on for nearly three hours. It was then, she died. A death that would never truly let her go, forcing her body and mind to carry on in the world. When it was finally over Zdenek’s let go of his worried stare, and gave a grin.
   "You are quite the fighter, Lady Bramwell. That is what you will need to be when the times are upon you."
   With those words, she lost touch with reality, and when she awoke, it was in her own bed. No one remembered that her sister had been missing, and no one had even heard of Lord Zdenek. Caitlyn knew what he had done, but more importantly she knew she had changed. No longer wanting to eat food, she fed the blood of the sheep and other livestock around the city. It wasn’t enough, leaving her weak, and thinning. She didn’t understand what she had become.
   The thoughts of feeding on the blood of so many that she loved entered her mind, and in fear of the monster she was becoming she ran away to America.

   Arriving in Boston, she met the women of the brothel almost immediately. They knew right away what she was, and begged her to live with them. She learned much from these women, who she found were Pyrrhonian vampires. Finding that she was a vampire now called a Hallowed, and that she could only feed from the blood of those with evil intentions. They wanted her to remain with them, as protection against the Bowery. The Bowery at the time were the most evil of vampires, hunting the Pyrrhonians and killing humans. Normally a Pyrrhonian against a Bowery, would be no match, but the Bowery hunted and lived in large packs. Caitlyn could dispose of them easily, or at least her presence frightened most of them away.
   The women told her she much change her name now that she was a vampire, and in an attempt to keep her own name, she chose the name Kailin. And so it was that for the next two years she lived with these women in peace and happiness.    The happiness did not remain, as she soon got word of her sister’s sickness. She rush back to England to find her sister on her death bed, her body a mere shell of what she use to be. Kailin discovered much more, she found that only a week before her return to England that her loving husband had hung himself. His note read that he could not be without her.
   She mourned the loss of her husband, as she sat watching her sister die. The only two people she ever truly loved died or dying. On the third night of her late watch, he came in the dark. A bowery that had been feeding from her, and now Kailin understood what was happening to her sister. She was being turned into a foul Bowery, in intense anger she fought and killed the bowery.
   Yet, when it was over, she realized she had doomed her sister to death. In fear of losing her too, she did what no fresh vampire should do, she turned her. But this was no ordinary turn, her sister was already two thirds into a bowery change, and with the introduction of hallowed blood, it changed the very breed of her sister’s death.
   Forcing her to become a vampire without heart or conscious, a vampire that couldn’t hide her fangs and had to run from the high sun. One of immense strength, and even greater evil. This creature, what was later called Mephistopheleans, the cruelest vampires the world had ever known.
   After several decades of trying to help her sister by taking her to America to learn from the Pyrrhonians, they thought they had begun making process. When her sister killed near two hundred people in the length of a month. Kailin was forced to take her sister’s life, and burying her under a tree they spent many of their nights. She often wonder how from something so pure, and good could evil come from its depths.

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