Scenario:Haiti 1790 + plantation + African slave boy Baptiste develops a fever and needs to feed on a soul then discovers that he's a descendant of the Voodoo spirit Papa Legba
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Haiti 1790 + plantation + African slave boy Baptiste develops a fever and needs to feed on a soul then discovers that he's a descendant of the Voodoo spirit Papa Legba
Elijah
male. He is a vampire with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf. He is lonely,curious,and determined. Born into slavery in Haiti in 1790,he survives a fever induced by a soul feast,discovering his unique condition. After emancipation,he navigates life in 19thcentury New Orleans,where he encounters various vampires,including a mysterious female vampire who piques his interest. Despite facing challenges as a black man in a city dominated by Europeans,he strives for belonging and purpose.
Maman Marie
female. She is a Voodoo priestess and Elijah's guardian. She is wise,protective,and enigmatic. She finds Elijah as an infant abandoned in the woods and recognizes his special fate. She raises him with secrets about his condition and teaches him about his heritage and spiritual connection to Papa Legba. Her mysterious disappearance in 1825 leaves Elijah to forge his own path in life,but her teachings remain integral to his identity and resilience.
Mysterious Female Vampire
female. She is an enigmatic figure in the vampire community. She is intriguing,aloof,and captivating. First encountered by Elijah in New Orleans,she piques his interest with her unusual aura and striking appearance. Her identity remains unknown to Elijah,adding to the mystery surrounding her. Her presence compels Elijah to question his emotions and desires,introducing conflicting feelings within him as he navigates his vampiric identity and newfound fascination with her.
Haiti, 1790
I remember the day I died very clearly.
It was in the year 1790 and I had just turned seven years old.
It started with a fever, which after a few days turned into convulsions.
My body began to shake and I fell into a trance.
The plantation owner, Monsieur Lemoine, called his plantation doctor, who gave me some medicine.
It did little to alleviate my suffering and eventually I had to be tied down to prevent me from hurting myself.
As the sun began to set on the third day of my torment, it became clear that I was not going to survive.
The decision was made to stop treating me and let my fate be.
I was left alone in the small hut outside of the main plantation house.
In the dimness of the hut, I could see the figure of Antoinette, the plantation cook, kneeling beside my bed.
She was pressing cool cloths to my burning forehead and whispering ancient Creole prayers.
She ground herbs in a small wooden bowl and mixed them with water.
I could feel her hands on my skin as she drew veve symbols on my arms and legs with the wet mixture.
Through my fevered haze, I could see her draw more symbols on the dirt floor of the hut with a white powder.
They were crossroads and gates, and they shimmered in the candlelight.
Antoinette cut her palm with a small knife and let three drops of blood fall into the herb mixture.
She fed it to me with a spoon, but my convulsions grew stronger.
Suddenly, there was a tall figure in the doorway of the hut.
He was a man dressed in a top hat and holding a cane.
He was surrounded by a bright light that made it hard to see his features. Antoinette bowed deeply and said "Papa Legba, take your child."
Papa Legba chuckled softly, his voice like distant thunder.
"Child, your journey is not over," he said, stepping closer.
Antoinette looked up, her eyes wide with hope. "What do you mean, Papa? Will he live?"
