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BIO

The ever evolving door of new births and deaths would continue to spiral the world out of control, something Helena Fredricks knew plenty of. A tragedy, nothing more, nothing less. Helena's life a cycle of strangers in and out, anything to bring the thankless money in and to keep the women of the brothel from becoming bored. The middle ages were full of drama and sin, passion and broken hearts, one that would eventually befall none other than the spawn the woman would create. Even the brothel had their moments of scrambling, to rid the world of their spawn that they had no abilities to raise, an escape from their duties when everyone thought of them as beneath their feet. It was the start of that new heartbeat that sent the woman into a downhill spiral, heartbreak and remorse when she knew the time spent with Victor Augustin had come and gone.

Honora was born nine months later, a beautiful blue eyed, blonde haired baby girl. Innocent and carefree, brought into a world of sin and disgust. The brothel was no place for a child like her, completely out of her control with no chance of escape. It would become her life, constantly told how much of a nuisance she was, in the way and scolded more often than not. That life would come and pass soon enough and her mother would soon grow tired of hearing her name or even her voice. Helena sold her. She was old enough to understand the dangerous nature of being sold, the pure intent of her new 'Master', once she became his. In the blink of an eye and a shock to the system, a stranger claiming to be her brother swept her away. The fear only grew, unknowing of what her future would bring.

Quinton, her true half brother and son of Victor Augustin, had scooped her up just in time. Their bond became unbreakable, time spent together consistent despite how different they were from one another. Their years spent together were filled with lessons learned and training needed as he taught her to fight, and she taught him kindness and compassion. The girl would grow a back bone while he learned to deal with her dramatic flair and mood swings that would stop them both in their tracks. She learned to fight, learned more about herself than she ever thought possible. One sunny morning Quinton decided to take the next step, placing Honora in charge of his mercenary group, only when needed. It was a great honor, one she treated with pride.

Unlike the brothel, the roof that protected the men in the mercenary group was filled with nothing but laughter and hope. Honora never felt a draw to any of them as they were all like siblings to her, brothers from another lifetime, she assumed. Things changed when the very person who would change her outlook on life came waltzing into it. Ezekiel was like no other. Tall, dark, brooding, with eyes she found herself lost in. She wasted many hours watching him work, watching him give his all. Their bond grew and finally with the approval of her brother, the two wed. They produced a family, a lovely little family, one she became quite proud of. That life would be shredded from her hands when her brother and Zeke left on a mission. It was that morning she felt sick, something off, unwavering. It came and went without warning and in a whirlwind the entire camp was ransacked.

Every single woman taken, every single man killed. The destruction left behind. The time spent captive by the Sanguine pulled Honora further and further away from what her brother trained her to be. Every night used by the ruthless blood suckers made her desperate for escaped, until one night it went too far. Over before it began. Honora went through the motions of transition, the shift turning her into a Sanguine. Of course, it was a bonus to the group. A shock, to say the least. The near death experience not something many humans can make it through. Other women captured from the mercenary group died during the process, and yet Honora made it through. She lived, and found her escape.

She found her escape, only to struggle with making it through her hunger.. the constant itching desire to bite any human passing by in the middle of the night. The daytime giving her doubt that she can even continue in this life. The only thing in the recess of her mind is Ezekiel.. and that sinking feeling that he could never love her the way she is now. She travels.. but is it enough?

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