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Title: A Dreamer's Nightmare
Area: Characters
Bio Info:
So you want to know something of my past. I'll
tell you, it isn't a pleasant story to tell, but
if you ask, I will answer..to the best of my
abilities...
My parents never paid a lot of attention to be
when I was young. Between my brother Max, the
child prodigy, and my sister Rita, aka Miss
Perfect Child, I was always quite the outcast. I
was the middle child of the three of us, and my
parents were very successful and well-to-do.
Don't get me wrong...I had everything a child
would ever want or need, but I was lacking one
important factor in the equation..love. I longed
to feel wanted, to feel like they loved me as
much as Rita and Max. But they never lived up to
their end of the deal, so I had no choice but to
run off and find love for myself.
Of course, I always looked in the wrong places.
When I was fourteen, I took flight from "home"
and hitchiked my way across the country, serving
as a prostitue until I was sixteen. Gawd....five
abortions and three trips to detox sort of made
me realize that the love I was looking for wasn't
here. Nights spent in sleazy hotel rooms with
greaseballs to prosecuting attorneys, shooting up
heroin and snorting cocaine until I felt
weightless, feather-like. I always loved the
feeling of floating like a balloon...free and
above any problem I'd ever encountered. The drugs
made me feel powerful...when in reality, I was
weaker than I was when I'd left home. At least
then, I had my dignity.
My last trip to detox, I met a guy named Jeremy.
He was eighteen, I was sixteen, and we hit it off
immediately. Often times, when we were supposed
to be in bed asleep, he and I would sneak out and
sit outside, where he would play his guitar and
sing for me. We wrote songs together, talked
about our lives in the past and what we wanted to
do differently in the future. We even discussed
marriage at one point, but I never saw a ring. We
were both dismissed in the same week, and ended
up buying an apartment together. But a few months
into our life together, Jeremy started shooting
up again. He hid it from me for quite some time,
but eventually things around home started getting
tight. Money started "mysteriously" disappearing.
He started stealing from my private funds in the
bedroom to buy his addiction, and over-drew the
bank account five times in two weeks. I was
deeply hurt and betrayed, though my love for him
never faded. Luckily, I was smart enough (and
clean) to realize that he would always be an
addict...nothing I could do would ever change
him. To this day, I still wonder about him. Last
I heard, he'd cleaned up his act again and fooled
another girl into thinking he had really changed.
I feel sorry for her, whoever she is.
I decided to try going back home at that point.
I'd done a lot of growing up, and I thought maybe
Mom and Dad would see that I had honestly cleaned
up my act and wanted to be the daughter they'd
wanted to have all along. I rented a car and
drove back home to an empty lot. I learned from
an old neighbor that the house had burned down a
year ago and taken my entire family with it. It
happened in the night...something ignited the gas
oven and burst into flames, literally blowing the
house up like a time bomb. My neighbor offered me
a place to stay, but I refused politely and drove
away. I haven't been back since, and I probably
never will go back.
That's how I ended up here. Four straight days of
driving had worn me out to the point of delerium,
so I stopped at a small inn somewhere out in the
middle of noplace. I sat and drank myself into a
stupor for three consecutive days, renting out a
room in the upstairs until I could find a place
of my own. In the tavern, I met Bane Aceldama. At
first, I thought she was insane. She'd sit and
just stare at me for hours and never utter a
syllable. One night, she did talk to me. I didn't
reveal much of myself to her, but somehow she
knew me...almost better than I knew myself. I was
entranced by her abilities, awed by how beautiful
she was.
She took me in her stride and created in me a
spark of a different kind of life. We are called
NightMares, and our purpose? We are the makers of
dreams, of night terrors. We haunt and invade,
like a spirit or a ghost would, but we take human
form. We appear ordinary as any other human (save
for our pale, perfect skin), and thrive during
the night hours. We are capable of twisting and
manipulating thoughts, dreams, visions, actions,
words...the psyche. I've been known to drive many
a man literally insane with desire for me, and
many a woman, at that. Not just for me, but for
the feelings I can create in them. I'm an artist.
I love to paint, to mold, create, and shape.
Helena Giamonte
"Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand.
And the fool--mistook by me--
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!"