Bobbi was born when the eighties begun. She grew up in the times were Madonna and Michael Jackson were always influential to music. She saw them rise and fall and the moment she started singing, her mother swears it was nearly from the woman. It was not that kind of music. Her mother and father were into the lighter side of rock but her older brother introduced her to heavy metal at such an early age. She would imitate singers like Bruce Dickinson and Geoff Tate even as a little girl.Because of this practice her speaking voice remained at a nice contralto. Her singing voice never could reach higher than a mezzo soprano, still there was talent. Her mother wanted her to train the voice, use it in opera. She knew her daughter had talent and she did want her to succeed.But this isnt what little Roberta wanted. Named after her uncle Robert who died in Vietnam, her family let her get away most anything she wanted. She started living the dangerous life at fifteen.She got involved with a garage band of all guys in the band being three to four years older.Darkness Rising was the name of their band; they played different clubs that catered to that different set.They managed to cut a few demos by the time her voice had truly matured at twenty they were close to a record deal. They didnt stay in the United States; the music scene didnt really cater to them there. They picked up and moved to Germany. It was a huge risk but it paid of Darkness Rising became a high on the industrial scene. She was twenty three when they finally hit it big, but things change.The producer that found them had a thing for her and she couldnt resist him, there was something that seemed wild, untamed. She didnt want to harness it, just experience it. That she did, they were lovers for a long time before it came to the night he wanted to make love to her. He didnt want her to be surprised. He wanted to know he could control it but it may happen anyway. He explained that draw was animalistic. Primal, it was his beast wanting her as much as the man did. She didnt get it but he let himself go just a little, just the eyes until they turned that glowing amber. He showed her massive fangs that filled his mouth and she couldnt choose between fear and confusion.
I am a lycanthrope Bobbi. I am a tiger when the moon comes. I hunt with the beast because I am the beast. I want you all of you. The way he said it with that threatening growl beneath the surface told her how much control he had as the little hints of the beast slipped from his face. She closed her eyes and kissed him. Unfortunately, it happened that they both lost control. His was just much more severe. He wasnt sure if she would survive.She did though, fit to be his queen it would seem. She lived happily with him for years. But it was a deceptive cobra that would do him in, have him hunted and she couldnt go on in Berlin without him. So she is in London now, her music has changed and she is solo now.
Things have gotten better since coming to London. A new mate, more honest and forthright than the last has come to find her. A new band that she was determined to see was more successful than the last was in the works.
