Sabine De La Croix was born to a poor family in the heart of Paris slums. From the moment she could talk she wanted more. She made friends with the students of a school, even as a child Sabine was beautiful and she did manage to know it. The carefully placed pout upon those full lips would get her a wonderful éclair from the bakery in the heart of Paris. She even managed to convince a young couple who was richer than her own to take her in, she left her parents without a thought. She was merely a burden to them anyway. They did not miss her nor did she miss them. She learned all that these people could teach her, she attended a small school in Paris and learned manners and grace that every girl should have. She watched with great curiosity how women would control men. Including her adopted mother, it all started there in fact. She remembered the conversation that day when she convinced them.
Darling we should really get this darling girl off the streets, who knows what will happen to her here. Of course the woman knew, she was just the same as the poor girl.
I dont know dear. What will people say? He had already managed to fall from high society with his choice in brides. But then they had a little boy of their own and he was noble enough, despite his families wishes, to marry the woman he was almost certain was pregnant with his child. Besides, she knew that he was not betrothed to anyone it was in essence a very easy trap to set. They had been married for ten years and for those five years they had four children. But she was now barren; the last child had done it. He knew her desire for a little girl with the four boys she had borne him and no longer able to have them he relented. He paid her parents handsomely for giving their child up, an offer that they did not think twice about taking. It was because of them Sabine learned the value of her life. She wanted to make certain that it would only increase with age.
As much as her mother manipulated her father, she followed suit. She knew just how far to push her father to get what she desired. She had the finest toys and clothes that money could buy. Her world was changed by her greedy older brother. He wanted her from the moment she started to develop into a young woman. The instant she sprouted breasts, he wanted and craved her.
The rape happened one night in her sleep, she was all of twelve. You arent really my sister, that means I can do this and it wont matter. You have to be quiet; we wouldnt want to wake mom and dad. He took his time, it wasnt rape in her mind his kissed her made her want him as much as he wanted her. She knew after this, she could control men through sex. This was an interesting lesson for a twelve year old to learn.
Within the next few years she would hone her skills. Her mother taught her the finer points once she was old enough to know the truth. That sex was the root to all mens hearts. Intelligence could be found with them. So with mothers help she became one of the youngest, most desirable courtesans in all of Paris. She learned so much by her lovers. She became the live in mistress of a few of them as they were upper nobility and could afford this little side pleasure. But soon, politics was not enough. She felt like she had learned it all. It was the meeting of a cardinal in the church, who heard she was one of the best in her field that would begin her slow slide into fame. Fame enough to catch Belle Mortes attention, fame enough to win her the embrace.
She knew that she had been watched for years the instant that Belle approached her. She knew that maybe even as a child there was a mild interest. But Belle would not do it herself; she was far too jealous of Sabine and knew that she was far too useful to simply kill. After all, priests were small fish to this woman anymore. She had actually been caught on the altar by one of Belles human cronies. Yet she only looked at him dead in the eye as her skirt was over her hips and the priest didnt look the least bit abashed. He was too lost in the moment to think of anything else but the scrumptious piece of flesh that the devil offered him. She only smiled in return as she was pinned between man and marble.
He told his vampire lover of this, and the word of this mortal woman that had no boundaries like the head of their line spread like fire through the ranks. Reaching Belle Morte it caused her to laugh and smile. The next night the girl stood before the ancient vampire. She looked at her, appraising her with cool eyes. Those eyes were so cold that she sent a chill down Sabines spine. Her eyes were cold and smiling.
Well, my dear girl. You have seemed to make quite the stories spread through all of Paris. Not the normal little courtesan, are you? She seemed so terribly pleased.Sabine merely stood there not knowing what to say. The womans beauty was unsurpassed, Sabine felt as common as she really was. When beckoned she could do no more than come to her. She was part of an orgy that night, it was one of the most satisfying nights of her life, it was only fitting that it be her last as a mortal. If she had one sire, she had many for there were too many bites on her body to tell where it all ended.
She smiled softly still as she recalled that night. She was used to Belle using her for her needs when she felt it was beneath her to seduce a duke instead of a king, Sabine was sent in her stead. In recent years, her power continually grew. She had reached master status, after only two hundred years. Belle thought she was a marvel and a threat. She was soon banned from ever returning to Paris. She would never go home again until Belle was gone and the greatest insult she had given her was becoming more powerful than she ever intended Sabine to be.
