Some nights, Morgan would find me curled up in a little ball, whimpering because of the pain of the hunger I felt. At first he would gently scold me and then find me a mortal to feed (reluctantly) from. Eventually, he would just scold me and watch until I would finally drag my sorry self out to feed as the hunger took over.

Mentally, I rebelled against drinking the lifeblood of another, but physically, I just couldn't do a damned thing to stop it.

I did try to starve myself, but Morgan would always stop me before I could slip away. But time has a habit of creating routines and before I knew it, I was behaving well enough to be taken out to meet others of our kind. That's when I finally got to see Paris.

He would dress me in the most fashionable clothing and then parade me around his peers as though I was a trophy. I suppose that in a way, I was. A Prince does not allow the creation of new childer just because he or she is in a good or generous mood.

But it wasn't just my 'pretty face' which was on display, nor was that my only "merit" for getting Embraced. My music was the actual showpiece for him.

I could sing, sure, and he did send me to several vocal coaches, teachers and mentors to improve upon that talent. It worked, of course. Yet, it was my talent with the piano and harpsichord which earned me a bit of a reputation.

He had taken me right out of England, les my father find us, so there we were in Paris -- the city of decadence. Truly, it was the city of excess, but also a city which embraced the arts. And so over time, I had no trouble fitting in.

The music was my best friend some nights, especially once Morgan started to get jealous. Not of men, no; of the attention I received. You see, I believe he truly felt he would gain most of the credit for my talents because he discovered, nurtured and brought me over.

His own artistic side had begun to dry up prior to finding me. His ideas were old or clichéd, and so members of the Clan began to ignore his attempts to renew his style -- in some circles, they were even calling him a Poseur behind his back.

In a way, I don't completely blame him for his bitterness. When they should have been praising him for his discovery, they praised me directly for my Gifts instead.

I believe his degeneration began before meeting me, however, but this only exasperated the situation. There were many nights that I would stay with Annabelle -- also known as The Madame -- because of his jealous tirades. Her place was always a haven, even to me.