Sansara - Immortals

Sansara
"Sansa"

"Once before your birth
You were dead and separated
With neglected flesh
A life erased

Without grace
Consciousness - serenity and bliss
Unwanted, unhindered

Re-created soul
Replaced to newborn kind
Soon will be restored
An equilibrium of life and death

Complete the circle
Your Post-mortal birth
Precious child....

SANSARA"

-           unknown

She was not born with the name, Sansara. Neither she or Alexandru would remember the name given to her at birth. Her birth was not remarkable, the fifth daughter of a poor Persian man named Makred He composed and sang Carnatic music to anyone who would listen. 

Makred would never become a rich man from his music, but it was his music that he lived for. His devotion eventually gave him local celebrity to his small village. He might have never been known outside of that small radius had a Romanian nobleman not traveled through his village and heard him playing his violin. Smitten with the music, the nobleman commissioned Makred to write a series of compositions for him and moved the family to Wallachia. 

Makred became very well known in the Romanian land and his soul was very happy. His wife, however, was not. She disliked Romania and it’s endless dreary rain and grew very bitter as she sat in her humble home with now seven children and a husband who spent his days and nights playing music and singing for noblemen. He often came home drunk and seldom paid any attention to her. It was an unhappy marriage, and an unhappy childhood for the children. 

Makred’s favorite patron was Alexandru cel Tinar. The called him “the young”. Alexandru’s face was handsome but too mature to be considered young. He bore the lines of history in his pale skin, and his eyes were always aloof and so light in color that they mesmerized. He never seemed to age. 

On the morning that the fifth daughter would turn five, she woke to the wailing of her siblings. Their mother was gone. She did not pack, she did not leave a note. She was simply gone. Makred was beside himself. What was he to do with seven children? Though he was now wealthy enough to hire assistance, he was not attached to the children and began to “give” them away as gifts to his patrons. 

So when the fifth daughter with her wide dark eyes and hair came to the House of Alexandru, she was five years old. Makred did not know he had just given his daughter to a House of vampires, and if he had, he may not have cared. He was glad to be rid of the child and pleased that Alexandru appreciated the gesture.
Alexandru was kindly toward her though at first he did not dote on her. He rather saw that she had what she needed and his servants cared for her. He allowed her free run of his castle. He would sit and watch her play in the courtyard but seldom speak to her. 

Everyone in the House of Alexandru was pale and beautiful. They had timeless smooth faces and moved gracefully about. The child was dark skinned, small and thin. She had exotic dark eyes and hair. The many guests who visited the House of Alexandru would muse and wonder about her. Who was this dark child?
The next year, Alexandru, decided to name her. Sansara. A Sanskrit name which meant “The existence within a worldly illusion.” It amused him that she was such a contrast to the rest of the House. He had grown fond of watching her play and now smiled at her curious exotic glances.  He began to enjoy taking her with him on his walks through the gardens and the grounds. “Sansa!” He would call and she always seemed to be there in the next moment. 

She smelled of spices to him and her blood tempted him sorely. He was an old one as vampires go. Well practiced at the art of taking just enough blood to satisfy himself without killing. So few of his kind practiced this art but Alexandru had many men and women who served as not only domestic staff, but his food as well. He rarely killed them. And once in a great while, he would find one he enjoyed so much that he would turn them so they would be his companions for longer. 

Never, though, had Alexandru been so tempted by the blood of a child. He would have probably been able to hold his temptations, however, but one morning, as he walked in the gardens, he found the child crying.  The scent of blood over took him as she held her small hand up to him, a rose thorn having torn the tender skin.
Alexandru gazed at the crimson bead on her fingertip as it slowly pooled over and dripped down her finger. He only meant to taste, kneeling beside her, taking that finger and bringing it to his lips. 

Yes, it was as sweet as he had dreamed it would be. His teeth found her wrist, so small and fragile, and with great care he bit down and drew in more of the sweet, delicate fluid. Yes, his Sansa was delicious. Her arm healed from the bite, but the dark skin bore a white scar, even though he was so careful. 

As the child grew, she became his favorite “Snack”. She was much too delicious to make a meal of. And she was young, so her blood rejuvenated quickly. He could call her to him for a sip many times a day. She was like wine on his lips.  He was careful not to scar her again and used a pointed thimble to prick the vein in her wrist. Sometimes, he suckled right from her arm, but usually he used a goblet, so he could measure and not take too much. 

His other servants began to become very jealous of the girl. But he was unaware of this. He did not concern himself nor even speak regularly to the servants. They were beneath him. Merely food, and beasts of burden. But Sansa did not work. She roamed as she pleased in his favor. 

And jealous eyes watched her, angrily. But no one in the House of Alexandru dared mistreat the beautiful child.