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*meet the lady the images you see on my site*
Who is Lady Leila?
So now here I am, living amongst you mortals, eternal bride of my Lord, having my heaven within his domain.
In this century I'm still known under the name of Leila, a name that applies me Very well, meaning literally "born at night", "one who does anything by night".
I love: wrestling; epic heavy metal; rock; Harley Davidsons; Jack Daniels, blood (duh!), rich chocolate and anything spicy (we love strong tasting things); crosses (yea you've heard right); art; books; candles.
I hate: stupidity; discrimination; respect less people
Best feeling in life? after all these years it is when someone loves me, no matter what happens, and allows me to love them back the same way.
Worst feeling? being betrayed
If you want to know more about me read my story and look at the pictures I make, that will explain it all to you.
May your night be safe...
I was born in old Europe in the year of the Lord 1279, the 30th of June, a pharmacists first and only child. It was a night of storm and thunder, considered of a bad omen, which seemed to be the truth because my mother died that same night.
Of course I was not welcomed by the villagers, I had killed the woman who gave me life, but my father loved me more than anything he had; after he died I ruled the pharmacy, having been teached well, most of all concentrating my forces on the poor and helpless that could not afford a Doctor's services. That was not very welcomed either, but I did not care, and soon helpless people would come from distant to search my help.
By the end of the thirteenth century most areas of continental Europe had been assigned inquisitors. The overwhelming majority were Franciscans or Dominicans, since members of these two orders were seen as pious, educated and highly mobile. Inquisitors worked in cooperation with the local bishops. When medieval people used the word "inquisition," they were referring to a judicial technique, not an organization. There was, in fact, no such thing as "the Inquisition" in the sense of an impersonal organization with a chain of command. Instead there were "inquisitors of heretical depravity," individuals assigned by the pope to inquire into heresy in specific areas.
It became more and more difficult to help 'my people', especially since I lived alone and out af the village. I had hared of the inquisition and the horrible things they often did to innocent people, mostly women, and their only true law was: "If you will not give us the information voluntarily, we will get it out of you in other ways". By "information" was meant to tell them only what they wanted to hear, of course.
One winters night, christmas was near, the snow high and a heavy famine in combing, I was awakened by a heavy pounding on my door. As I opened it a black-clad stranger with pale complexion, long hair piercing eyes and abnormally sharp teeth, nearly fell into my arms out of exhaustion, holding a dead young girl in his arms.
He told me that he was a priest who had fallen in disgrace because refusing to embrace the inquisitions insanity. Refusing to become the spouse of the Count the girl had been accused to be a heretic and strongly suspected of witchcraft and casting spells. The priest had saved her right out of the tower and inquisitions interrogatory three days before arriving at my humble house. But she was not strong enough anymore to survive this travel - being the earth way to hard and frozen to bury her during this season, in the very next morning I tried to hide her corpse in the forest.
No one ever came out to the forests at this time of the year, but the famine made the villagers change their usual habits, and so short after January her corpse was discovered, as was my pale stranger. We had become romantically involved, and in the villagers eyes our love seemed only more a prove of our guilt. The night before they came to arrest us my lover was able to flee as I distracted the villagers. He did not know I would do that for him until it was to late to help me. They suspected the near of vampires since long time, a few people suffering of Xeroderma Pigmentosum had been killed only two years ago, I had been unable to help them -so they now had more reasons to believe he was one as he was nowhere to be found at daybreak, and no one had ever seen him walk around during day.
I was cited for heresy, witchcraft, casting spells and to be a concubine of the devil, of course also the famine was my fault.
I have no record of happened after they arrested me, the first thing I remember are the echoes from the dripping water and cries and moans of tortured people. I knew that there was no escape and was sure to be damned to rot in this torture chamber. Around my neck, my wrists and ankles where fastened corroded iron chains and until my lips where intact I brought forth prayers and curses, everything to release me from this pain. As I arrived at the point where I no longer did care of what may become of me, footsteps did approach my corner - and there he was, my pale stranger. He seemed to glow from inside and to shine in the pale moonlight that filtered thru the hole in the ceiling. It seemed to caress him, to pay tribute to his beauty with it's fingers made of shining silver.
I did not have the will or the strength to even wonder about how he had been able to come here, it didn't matter. It didn't even matter if he was real or only another of my minds evil games like all the others I had gone thru during my stay in this abyss.
But he was real, and he gave me his embrace, donating me eternal live...
