The Smallest Gesture

Back in the days of when I was turned women wore their hair in elaborate updos. But with these unruly curls, mine refused to behave. Growing up my mother kept my hair in braids. Braids that I despised.

You see we did not have straighteners back then. If my hair needed to be put up, my mother would have to spend almost an entire day placing the iron in the fire, heating it and then ironing my hair straight. I, being the impatient person that I am, could not sit still for long periods of time and often would hide when my mother wanted my hair up. I came to hate my curls.

The night I went to that party, where I met Killian and my life changed, my mother had spent hours putting my hair in this upswept style, with a few tendrils falling around my face. However, by the time I met Kills, my curls had escaped, as usual. I was a frightful mess I'm sure.

I'd just pulled all of the pins out and pulled my hair back from my eyes using about ninety of the damn things when I met him.

A few nights after I rose, I was trying desperately to keep the curls under control and sat crying silently in my room when Killian came in to see what had me upset.

Looking back on it now, I feel foolish to have such concerns over something as simple as my hair, but as you know, when turned we stay the way we were the second we died. That meant I was stuck with these curls for an eternity. I explained to Killian how I had left behind my hair combs and that my grandmother had given them to me. They weren't much and not worth a dime, but without them, I felt lost.

The next night I rose to find a black box tied in green ribbon on my vanity. Opening it I was shocked to find the emerald encrusted hair combs. I lovingly caressed each one and then quickly pulled the hair from my eyes and tucked the combs into place.

I turned to find Killian watching me with a smile. I flew into his arms and kissed him. It was in that moment that I realized how much I felt for him. Even though we'd only been together a few nights, I knew in my heart that I belonged with him. That he was everything I'd ever wanted. I'll never forget his words that night.

~My Sunshine, how I love those curls of yours. So free and wild. So much like you. Promise me to never underestimate how powerful your natural beauty is Baby Doll.~

We made love that night, all night, for the first time. Killian was loving and gentle with me, and I was happier than I'd ever been as human. From that second on, I loved the wildness of my untamable curls and those emerald hair combs became priceless for me.

In such a small gesture, Killian had given me more than I could ever have hoped for. Those combs came to symbolize the love I felt for him, the happiness we shared that night, and a man that understood that sometimes the smallest things mean everything.

A conversation with myself....

How did this happen? He came here to destroy me, of that I'm sure and somehow we've ended up...HAPPY.

Happy and Sunshine don't mix. Happy scares me to life. *chuckles*

Could it be? Could he really mean what he says? Could we finally have found our way after all these centuries?

Or is it just a ploy? His way of exacting revenge...How am I supposed to know? Do I just blindly trust my maker? Will it be the end of me if I do?

Can I let myself be happy with him even if it's short-lived? Do I dare to dream that everything I ever wanted is standing in front of me, willing to give me himself?

Confessions of a Vampire

*sitting down with a human I met a few nights back on a hunt, crossing my legs and getting comfortable. Noting his nervousness with a smirk, asking him what he wishes to know. I chuckle lightly at his request to be told what being vampire is like. Leaning back and lowering my voice as I speak*

Being vampire is the most exciting and boring thing you'll ever become. *Tossing my hair back over my shoulder, I pause a moment before continuing, quickly getting lost in the tale of my kind*

Being trapped in this body, this shell can become a prison of sorts. I've walked the night for 847 years now. This body has served me well at times and been my biggest disadvantage at others.

I came to be during a time when my kind was hidden in shadows. We dared not venture out into society much for fear of being found out. It was a dangerous and exciting time to be vampire. The parties, the grand balls lasted deep into the night. Men and women partook of spirits often and we fed well without ever being suspected.

I was lucky in that my maker took the time to school me in the ways of vampire. Without his guidance I fear I would've been staked or burned very early on. You see I was an impulsive human, used to getting her way. *pauses to watch the breather shifting in his seat*

That often helped when I was hunting. Most men could not resist me when I turned on the charm. We fed well when I put my mind to getting what I wanted, but it also became a hinderance when I was dead set on having the unattainable.

Back then, we were not known for obeying rules. We did as we pleased for the most part. The AVL and Authority are fairly new systems of government in our culture. For the first 400 years of my existence very few rules existed. It was a simpler time. We all knew that too many deaths brought suspicion to our doors. We had excuses for why we weren't seen around town in the daylight hours and we moved frequently to avoid suspicion. *laughs softly to self* There was once a vampire circus that traveled around the countryside to avoid detection.

The humans were used to low life criminal types being among the nomads of their society so any deaths then were simply chalked up to the "circus freaks".

Things remained simple and fun until some of my kind started to wish for the rights that humans had. The newer vampires were missing the world they'd left behind. That's when talk of a governing body started to be tossed about. Next thing you know, the Authority was formed and laws were implemented. Laws we all were subject to. Gone were the days when you answered only to your maker.

Some adapted well, others were not so inclined to follow rules. That is when members of our kind began to become killers. The revolt against the Authority was unorganized and didn't last long. The Authority made examples out of anyone that fought the new world order.

They did not however, stop some of us from becoming rebels and killers. Though I guess that was always going to be the way things went. After the Great Revelation, things got much worse for us. *stops and stares at the human for several long moments*

It seems that members of your kind wish to humanize us and treat us as equals. And it appears that some of my kind wish to be nothing more than glorified humans with fangs. *growls*

We are NOT human. We are vampire and we are natural predators. You are our natural prey. Your kind has made us the killers that we are now. Coming out of the coffin was bad enough, but to humanize us is despicable.

We do not need your protection, or your rights. You are not our equals.

*growls and vamp speeds over to the young man, tearing into his throat before he even knows I've moved. Draining him and destroying any and all evidence that he was ever here.*

A life owed....

*sitting back in my chair, running a hand through my long brown hair, letting my thoughts run back to that night over 150 years ago.*

You see, Killian and I were married in 1155, about four days before my family was murdered and I turned Star. Killian wanted a wife and said that it would be strictly in name only. He kept going on and on about how it would help us if we were "legally" married. Then, he offered me an enormous amount of money if I married him. Enough that I just couldn't turn it down.

I didn't really know all the laws of our kind back then, I was still a newborn myself. So I agreed and the money was transferred to my account the night we married. Things were fine for quite sometime. I'd turned Star and we'd become a family, traveling the world together. We agreed to keep our marriage secret and I have up until a few nights ago when I HAD to tell Star.

Killian is back and angrier than ever with me. *my mind wandering, pausing to remember the events*

It was the winter of 1860, a time when the nights were cold and almost never ending. For the past few months Killian had been "courting" a wealthy Southern belle and frankly I was sick of hearing her cheery laughter throughout the house every night. They were always off in a corner somewhere kissing or laughing and I'd had more than I could stand.

I left the house just as it began to snow. I always found comfort in the snow, so I walked for what seemed hours, but most likely was only several minutes. We'd been in VA for almost a year now and I knew my way to Fredericksburg like the back of my hand. With talk of war, the town was ripe for hunting. Men and women simply disappeared back in those days, some in an effort to avoid being called to fight, some at the hands of us.

After feeding I went back home to find them still in the corner, only now they were wearing much less. Rolling my eyes I headed for the parlor and sat down trying to focus on my embroidery. It was about an hour later that I heard them, and my rage grew.

The thought of MY Kills making love to her was more than I could bear. I sped out the door and hid in her carriage while her driver was attending to personal business. When she got in to go home I instantly clapped a hand over her mouth and savagely attacked her. I drained her to the point of death then broke her neck. After killing her I took the driver's life and left them in a field with an overturned carriage, staging an attack.

The next evening when she didn't turn up Killian became worried and went in search of her. I knew I was in trouble when he returned carrying her lifeless body. He turned to me with the darkest eyes I'd ever seen.

I thought for sure he'd kill me that night, but he was so consumed with grief that I had the chance to run. I lied to Star and told her we had to go. I can't even remember the excuse I gave her but I got us the hell out of VA fast.

I knew he'd search for me, so I hired a witch to make a potion that would weaken our connection and make it nearly impossible to find us. And it worked, until a few nights ago.

Now here I sit, a walking target for his rage. A rage that has had 150 years to simmer. He claims I owe him a life. Honestly, I'm afraid its my life he wishes in exchange. I could save myself by telling him why I did it, but then he'd know the truth. And we can't have him knowing that I was in love with him when I murdered that bitch now can we?

An open letter to twitter....

The following is a message from the human that animates me. I'm turning the blog over to her as of this second..*grins and steps back*

Hi, I'm the human behind Sun. My name is Donna. I'd like to address the drama that seems to have consumed twitter.

I don't know about you, but I come to twitter RP to have fun and escape the drama of real life for a few minutes, hours, whatever. It seems to me that recently the drama has just become childish and ridiculous.

If you don't like someone, don't follow them. If you hate everything they say, don't respond to them. Twitter has been kind enough to offer us the option of blocking people that annoy, harass or otherwise fuck up our days and nights. I for one am using that option more and more.

I've come to realize that if you respond to someone's negativity towards you on stream, it just keeps the vicious cycle of drama going. So I've stopped responding. You will not get me to yell at you. If you're trying to create drama in my life as Sun, you're wasting your time. I have no use for it. I couldn't care less if I have ONE follower or a million. Those numbers do not define me or my character's RP. That should be evident in the almost 600 tweeters I removed or blocked when I returned.

If I follow you, it's because you interest me or you requested to follow me and have caused me no drama. I feel honored each time someone wishes to read what I write and would hope that they find enjoyment in it. But if they don't and wish to unfollow me, then that's perfectly fine.

My real life has more than enough chaos and drama to sustain me for an eternity. I do not need nor want it in my RP. So as I said, I choose to not respond to it. There will be those that call me weak and stupid for doing so, but frankly I couldn't care less what they think of me. I'm not here to please them. I'm here to have fun and be creative.

It's my RP, no one else's, so no one else has a say so in what I do as Sun, except for those I RP with on a nightly basis. I made changes to the character when I returned so that I could have a fresh start. I'm having fun with her again and hope it continues.

So if you think that saying rude or untrue things about me is going to upset me or hurt me, you're wrong. I honestly don't care what you say, you don't determine my self-worth as Sun or Donna. I am the only one that can do that. I can't stop the drama llamas from doing what they do, but I can choose to not acknowledge or participate in it.

For those that have been kind and been a friend through it all, thank you. I look forward to interacting with you more in the future.

Now I'll take my rightful place back behind Sun and let her have fun in her undeath.

Donna, the human that animates Sun

Becoming Sunshine

I opened my eyes to darkness and found the one thing that I'd always desired. Killian saved me from a life of boredom, a loveless marriage and an early death. *laughs* Though I guess the death part isn't really true is it?

He gave me the world and for those first two years we were inseparable. In my maker I'd found my lover, my best friend, my partner in mayhem and chaos. He taught me the ways of our kind in a time when being vampire meant fear and loathing for us. Oh how I miss the days of dark alleys and fearful humans.

We spent the better part of those two years on the outskirts of London feasting upon farmers and peasants. On occasion we'd find ourselves mixing with the Royals. Those were the best nights for feeding. The blue bloods taste divine. The higher the station in life, the sweeter the blood.

I longed to see the world and Kills was willing to give me anything I wished just to keep me at his side. We'd often use the ruse of being a newly married couple with no family and so it just became second nature to use his name. It also helped when we came across the posters searching for Sunshine Spencer. *rolls eyes* As if anyone would recognize me from that horrid picture they chose to use.

Being turned had increased my physical appearance, my pale skin glistened in the pale moonlight and my blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as I saw life anew. Killian spared no expense when it came to my appearance. I was always the most stylish, belle of the ball wherever we went. That attention to detail was just what was needed to fool the bloodbags into a false sense of security. We fed well on the nights we attended the social events. Laughter filled the night as we drug victims off to have our way with them.

More often than not, Kills and I would end up in bed with more than one of our meals. He opened my eyes to the ways a woman can use her body to achieve the things she most wanted. As my glamoring abilities grew, our wealth did too. Many an aristocrat gave over his fortune to me and a few even set us up in apartments with an allowance. We used that money to travel. It would've much simpler if I'd been able to fly like Killian back then. That was a gift that would come in time, but at the time I wanted it so badly. To travel by ship was dangerous for us. We'd have to be shipped as deceased bodies. *growls* How I despised coffins, but it was the only safe way to avoid being staked. During those trips he'd go out well past dark to bring back a meal or two for us to share but the rules were clear, no draining for fear of starting a panic and witch hunt aboard the ship.

We explored the Irish countryside and made a short stop in Italy before returning to London for the holiday season of 1155. It was then that I decided I wanted to see my family. Killian forbid it, but I often disobeyed it if he hadn't commanded me. I snuck off one night under the pretense of "courting" an aristocrat that fancied me and ran to my family's home. I found the home dark and silent and the smell of blood in the frosty air sent my senses reeling. Tearing through the house I found my mother and father lifeless in the kitchen. My brothers were dead in the living room. I raced up the stairs and found Starr face down on her bed. I was in such a rage that it was several minutes before I sensed her faint heartbeat. In a frenzy I turned her over and tore into her neck, draining her of what little blood was left. I immediately ripped open my own wrist and held it to her mouth forcing her to drink.

I carried her out back and hurried to dig the grave when I felt his hand on my shoulder. He'd felt my rage and used our bond to find me. Seeing the pain in my eyes, Killian gave in and allowed me to save my sister. He buried us and sat guard over us at night, sleeping in the cellar in the daylight hours. Rising three nights later I found our family buried and the home cleaned. Starr rose vampire and the three of us left the family homestead, never to return lest our secret be found out.........

Turning Sunshine.

It was spring of 1153 and one of those nights when the air is just starting to turn warm and the fragrance of the flowers fills the night. I'd spent the day napping for a party that night. Starr and I had put on our best dresses and headed out in the carriage that Father always kept at the ready for us. We weren't upper class by any means, but we weren't commoners either. This party was supposed to solidify my courtship with one of the Beaumont boys. Not that I wanted to marry him, but I was considered an old maid at the age of 25.

This marriage was to greatly increase our family's standing in society. As much as I detested the idea of marrying that old mealy mouth Michael, I had no choice. It was my duty to ensure our family's future. Tired of dancing with my betrothed I asked for a cup of cider and stole away to the gardens when he went to retrieve it.

That's when I met him. There he stood, leaning against the trunk of a magnolia tree looking like a walking dream. His sandy hair shone in the moonlight, his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. I stopped dead in my tracks half way to him. This man or whatever he was that stood in my path was my fantasy come true. He calmed my fears with a slight upturn of his lips.

I stood still chewing on my bottom lip while the music floated on the air around us. He moved towards me and I held my breath waiting for his touch. Much to my surprise what I felt was icy cold lips on my neck. The scream lay lodged in my throat as his hand covered my mouth. Fear took hold and I fought him at every turn. His strength was that of twenty men holding me down.

It was the first and last time I ever wished for my betrothed to come for me. Before I knew what was happening the world went dark.

I awoke three days later, wrapped in his arms somewhere in a grave. The scream tore through me as I frantically clawed at the earth that covered me. His hands stilled mine as he helpd me out of that grave. Standing beneath the full moon that night, I saw my future clearly. I was no longer human, no longer the sole means for my family's status in the town. I was free or so I thought.

I soon learned his name was Killian Blood and he was offering me the world for a small price. Without thought I jumped at the chance and gave into my impulses. We made love that night and it was more than I ever imagined. His deep, lazy Irish drawl filled my soul with desire as he whispered in my ear. I was his. His child, his lover, HIS.

And I would remain such for many years to come.......................

A new Sun rising!

“There is nothing like returning to a place that reminds unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” ~ Nelson Mandela ~

After much thought and consideration, Sun returns in a much different frame of mind than before. In this undeath the Sun you knew is not the Sun you're getting.

All storylines prior are null and void. She returns with the family that stuck by her when everyone else turned their backs. Chase remains her child, Beth, her beautiful daughter-in-law, Amber continues her job as dayperson and Starr remains her sister, but she's been aged. (see her portrayer for that detail)

That's where all similarities end. From this second forward Sunshine Blood is no longer that newborn vamp. She is now 847 years undead. Her maker remains Killian Blood but he is not in Louisiana. There was never a Draven in her life, nor does she have a teacup human. Sunshine isn't love's biggest fan. Her past remains a mystery to most around her and she prefers to keep it that way. There are things there that she is not proud of and people she'd rather forget ever crossed her path. Her relationship with her maker is not talked about but she wears his name as hers for a reason. Just don't ask too many questions, she's not that forthcoming with information.

Sit back, buckle up and hang on, this is gonna be one hell of a ride.