The only daughter of a merchant, Anecita had never needed or wanted for anything. Just like everything in the past, all she
had to do was ask and it was provided. As a child, she was never aware that her actions had a negative impact on others.
She only knew that her father loved her and would grant her anything that her heart desired. It never dawned on her that he
had gained his wealth from the backs of the poor. She didn’t realize that had it not been for his treachery against the Gypsies,
he would not have been able to own vast amounts of land. If he had not united the villagers into an angry mob to push the
“squatters” from the open land, then the Gypsy curse would never have fallen upon her shoulders.
Anecita was young and innocent in all ways. Her lips had never touched the lips of a man, let alone a woman’s. Yet on her
twentieth birthday, a date which deemed her beyond that of an old maid, she was initiated into an existence she might not
have willingly chosen.
Although her last day as a mortal was permanently etched in Anecita’s mind, the actual turning was nothing more than a haze-
filled dream. The merchant’s daughter vaguely remembered her family gathered together in the great hall, the villagers’ voices
rose until the shouting began. Like her family, the men had taken the lands from the Gypsies. The fact that the usually
nomadic tribe had settled on the land first did not enter into the villagers’ minds. All they cared about was the acquisition of
land, which led them to evict what few Gypsies remained.
Angered that her father would contemplate such acts caused the normally timid woman to speak out, to shout down the men’
s cruel words. At her action, her father had grown silent, the anger in his eyes never wavering. Anecita knew that there was
nothing she could do to stop the atrocities that her father would take part in.
With one final attempt, Anecita turned to her father and begged him to leave the Gypsy clan alone, but it was to no avail.
Like the village people, he did not want to hear anything about fairness or justice. Angry and unable to stop their madness,
Anecita ran from her home. Not quite knowing where she was going, she mounted her mare and rode away from the
confines of the people’s hatred.
Anecita tried to rid her mind of her guilt and shame. She attempted to ride until the madness slowly left. As her white
Andalusian mare carried her over the green hills, she felt the exhilaration course through her being. The cold wind blew past
her long flowing black hair. The fabric of her tailor-made men’s breeches rubbed against her legs. The smell of the changing
weather remained etched in her mind as she deeply inhaled the scent of rain, and to this day the aroma of fresh rain always
took her back to that day long ago.
The young woman had managed to make it to an abandoned hut before the raging storm reached her. If she had listened to
the language of her horse, she would have heeded the beast’s warning and taken shelter elsewhere. But she did not. In her
youthful exuberance Anecita entered the dark shelter unaware of the cloaked figure hidden in the shadows.
Anecita never knew the identity of her first lover. It had happened so long ago that bits and pieces of her memory mingled
into incoherent images. At the time the young woman could not have stated why she trusted the strange Gypsy woman. All
she knew was that a beautiful woman was also taking refuge from the storm. In the quiet solitude of the night, as the thunder
roared over the land and the lightning scorched the ground, the exotic woman took the virgin to heights of pleasure she had
never before experienced.
The merchant’s daughter vaguely remembered hearing the jingling of golden bracelets as the striking Gypsy touched her
virginal body. In the back of her mind, Anecita felt that something was wrong. As soon as she felt the pale woman’s icy
touch against her bare flesh, Anecita felt an instinct to run. But instead of listening to her inner fears, she closed her eyes and
basked in the sensations of the Gypsy’s lips upon her breasts. When the mysterious lady smiled seductively, Anecita felt her
heart skip a beat, and then cried with ecstatic pleasure as she watched the exotic woman’s head dip between her quivering
legs. Like a maestro controlling her body, the dark Gypsy took away her final innocence and showed her how to love
another woman. With each shuddering climax, Anecita thought she would die, but each time she lived to feel further heights
of pleasure.
Only when too exhausted to continue, did her strange lover move over Anecita’s body. Panting from her pleasure, the
Spanish woman smiled as the stranger gazed down at her. At the slight flash of lightning, the merchant’s daughter thought she
saw the hideous face of a demon masking her lover’s beautiful features. Two small points of sharp canine teeth had drips of
saliva. Before Anecita could become alarmed, the exotic woman covered her completely. The Gypsy had a wry grin. With
little fanfare she pushed Anecita’s head back and lowered her lips to her victim’s neck.
The sound of her lover’s hiss registered in the back of Anecita’s mind as the Gypsy bit down hard on her smooth neck. In a
split second, the mortal woman felt the excruciating pain of her pierced skin yet each time she tried to cry out, she felt the
woman’s thoughts deep within her mind. The pain, although great, became lessened by the pleasure that her lover gave to
her. Her thoughts, her mind were no longer her own and each time she began to feel fear, the Gypsy soothed her with a word
or a touch. Because Anecita had never been with another she did not know if this form of love was normal. All she knew
was that the complete sensation of oneness was intoxicating, and she wanted more.
As Anecita’s blood was slowly drained, she found herself being taken down a long and lonely path. She saw the life of the
Gypsy lay bare before her, but before the images could take hold, she was surrounded in a blood red world of rising seas and
rain filled with fire. Before her glimpse of the vampire’s curse could take hold, the image disappeared to reveal the beautiful
face of her lover. The exotic woman pulled away, her lips dripping with Anecita’s blood as her unearthly smile held the
woman mesmerized.
Balancing on the cusp of immortality, Anecita found herself blindly following the Gypsy woman’s commands. From
somewhere in her mind, she heard the strange call beckoning her near. When her lover placed her wrist within reach, Anecita
lifted up and latched on to the woman’s cold flesh. If she had listened to her instincts, she would have pulled away, refused to
drink and allowed herself to die, but she did not. Instead she wanted to be a part of this dark and mysterious world. She
longed to be able to have the complete union of both mind and body. With little thought for the unnaturalness of their actions,
Anecita began to drink the offered gift, to become one with her lover in all ways.
Anecita did not know the strange and magical world she was entering. In the hazy images of her initiation, she remembered
feeling the shorter woman lift her up and carry her like a babe back to her father’s estate. Weak and sick from the
experience, Anecita laid motionless as the gasp of horror spilled from her parents’ lips. Before she could gather her strength,
the young Spaniard heard her lover’s proclamation rising in the wind like a secret curse.
“Forever alone, the sins of your father are now passed on to you, and you shall be forever alone.…” the Gypsy’s curse
floated in the air even as her mother tended to her.
Pale and looking near death, her father had put Anecita immediately into bed as the healer was called. But it was too late
because nothing at this point could have brought her back from the path that led to the world of the un-dead. As she lay in
her bed, she deliriously called out for her Gypsy lover. She begged to be taken again. From somewhere in the back of her
mind, Anecita heard her father’s deep voice and his words of anger for the Gypsy curse that had been placed upon his
house. And then she knew no more.
When she awoke from the haze of nightmarish images, she found herself alone. The new vampire woke up in a dark,
confining space. Her vision was a hazy blur of red tint, and the sounds around her seemed amplified. There was a sickness
deep in the pit of her stomach and a chill that shook her to the bones. Deep within her darkness she heard the slithering of
worms in the dirt around her imprisonment. When Anecita tried to move, she realized that she was restricted within a small
space. As the gentle scent of wood reached her nostrils, she suddenly realized that she was confined within a coffin.
While a part of Anecita’s mind told her that the air was suddenly gone and she would suffocate, another part remained calm
even while being buried alive. As the hunger set in, the desperation for freedom consumed her. Using every amount of
strength in her body, she broke free of the wooden lid and clawed her way through the dirt. When she finally broke free of
her imprisonment, she rose up into the darkness of the night and glanced down at herself. By the light of the full moon, she
noticed that her skin that once held a rosy glow was now dark and ashen. Closing her eyes she strained to listen to the telltale
beat of her own heart but was greeted with only silence. When Anecita saw herself dressed in a white funeral gown and
covered in dirt she fell to her knees and wept for her lost soul.
Later, as a rodent crawled by her in the dirt she instinctively reached out and captured the creature. As an internal disgust
filled her, Anecita drank the red liquid life from the creature’s body. Once drained, she tossed the carcass aside before
turning to vomit what little liquid was in her stomach.
On weak legs Anecita managed to walk the entire way back to her family’s estate, but the reaction she received was far from
welcoming. Her mother was frightened, and her father angry. Unable to speak reason with them, Anecita fled from their
anger and hatred to make her own way in a world no longer meant for her.
The all-consuming hunger with her in the last hours of her life became a constant companion. Despite being all alone, Anecita
learned how to survive within the vampire’s world. She quickly understood that it was the new hunger that demanded more
from her than she felt willing to give. Yet it was a hunger she eagerly embraced.…
From that moment on, Anecita Zaragoza began the greatest adventure of her life. After being chased away by her mortal
family, when in Europe she sought out and stayed with others like herself but she never found her Gypsy lover – her immortal
mother. Since that time she had been with many women, some mortal, some immortal, yet she never once found the one
whom she would choose to become her equal, her lover through all eternity.
Despite the Gypsy curse, Anecita hoped that her lonely search would soon end. She prayed to any god who would still hear
her plea that her current lover would choose to follow in her path. Although the immortal did not want to admit it, she placed
her entire trust in the single form of a woman named Jennie.
Jennie was mortal in every sense of the word. From her delicate features, to her raven hair, gray eyes, and light complexion,
Anecita found the beauty of this woman captivating. The intensity of her eyes welcomed Anecita home. Each time Jennie’s
soft smile was cast in her direction, the Spanish woman felt as if her heart skipped a beat. At twenty-eight Jennie had seen
many things, but nothing that compared to what the immortal woman had experienced. In her innocence, compassion and
beauty Anecita found refuge.
With her mind on Jennie, Anecita woke from her slumber and rose from the safe comfort of her sleeping chamber. As her
dreamless sleep disappeared, it was replaced with the soft, melodic call of her best friend, Fernando. From the very
beginning of her existence in the darkness, this form of communication was a constant reminder of what she was.
Transformation, mind control and telepathy were some of the abilities that were afforded to all vampires. When she was in
the French underground fighting with the resistance movement, this form of communication often times aided them during
critical situations.
As Anecita stood alone in her small apartment, she closed her eyes and tilted her head. Just as in the past she heard the
message that was delivered on the wind to the clan of San Madrone. But being Fernando’s best friend, Anecita began to see
additional images of what had transpired in Madame Tuscany’s mansion.
With a slight arch of a brow, the young Spaniard turned her attention away from the summons and turned on her modest
stereo. As the sound of rock music filled her studio apartment, she walked to the shower. Even after so many years of
immortality, showers were unnecessary. Her scent, she was often told, was constant and unchanging. Like an aphrodisiac, it
wafted to the women nearby calling them like bees to a flower. Despite this, Anecita enjoyed the luxury of showers. Closing
her eyes against the warm cascade of droplets, she sighed as she partook in this single act of humanity. When she was done,
she toweled herself off and then went to her closet.
