This is my story....
All stories of myth and legend have a basis of truth about them, this is one of them.
Some of you may already know my story but never knew that most of it was true.
Some of you may doubt the validity of it and that would be normal and I do not blame you for doubting it. As I stated in a prior post, “this is the first time I have ever told my story to the public as I am normaly a very shy and private person. But as it goes things are on the horizon and it is important that everyone understand that demons and monster’s do walk amongst you…
Born December 29, 1727, Thomas Turgot Murphy I was born to a middle-class linen merchant in Galway, Ireland. By 1753, at the age of 26, I developed a taste for alcohol, women and sloth. While engaging a drunken tavern brawl one evening, I caught the eye of Catherine, a vampire disguised as a noblewoman. Upon being tossed out of the tavern for causing trouble, I was lured into an alley by Catherine, who promised to show me the world, then she transformed me into a vampire. The price is the loss of my human soul, along with my conscience, freeing me to act upon my darker impulses.
On the night I rose from my grave, and set about murdering the entire community, culminating in an attack on my own house. I first killed my little sister, Kathy, who unknowingly invited me in, believing that i had come back to her from the grave". I killed my mother, and finally my father. After leaving Ireland, Catherine and I cut a bloody swath through Wales and northern England.
In May 1764, Catherine and I killed the family of vampire hunter David Cohagan. Cohagan devoted himself to capturing me, chasing us across Europe. Catherine and I had a near miss in France, after making too much noise by ordering room service and eating the waiters. Catherine fled to Austria, leaving me in a burning barn and riding off on their only horse. After meeting again in Vienna, Catherine and I sired the vampires James and Elizabeth. In Marseilles, 1767, Cohagan tracked us down and manages to put numerous arrows in me. Cohagan briefly lost us in northern Africa, only to track me to Rome, Italy in 1771. Instead of killing Cohagan, Catherine and I realized that we have come to view him "like family" and make a sport of ruining his life. Cohagan abandond his hunt and retired to York, England, until 1773 where he died of heart failure.
I later sired a Puritan by the name of Chris, who mimiced me by wreaking havoc on his father and killing his family. Over time he began copying my signature of leaving a cross-shaped mark on the face of his victims in order to spite God. In 1789, I encountered a demon in Prussia, standing in a field of bodies. When I declined to join with the demon, I was met with violent reprisal. Luckily, a group of Svear priestesses banish the demon while I was passed out.
In 1860, a girl named Tina from London, England, caught my attention. Tina and her sisters were all noted to be virgins, and Tina was described as having been "sweet, pure and chaste". I killed her family, which caused Tina to flee to a convent. On the day she was to take her holy orders, I massacred the convent Then I proceeded to drive her insane, before I finally sired her.
Tina, in turn, sired “Micheal the Merceless”, for whom I largely served as a mentor and "role model." Micheal, who later becomes known as "Logan", has gone so far as to call the elder vampire his "Yoda". I had taught Logan about the art of mass slaughter, including an incident during a wedding party where I beat the groom to death with his own arm. I had threatend to stake Logan in a London mine shaft in 1888, as punishment for putting the vampire quartet on the run after attracting too much attention.
In 1890, I attended a production of Giselle by the Blinnikov, a Russian ballet troupe run by Count Kurskov. Despite being evil, I was moved to tears during the performance. In 1894, Logan and I were captured by the Moriata henchmen in Rome, Italy and tortured while the Moriata had a threesome with Catherine and Tina. Catherine and I were also present at an earthquake in Budapest, Hungary around the turn of the century.
In 1898, while in Borşa, Romania, I tortured and killed the favorite daughter of a tribe of Kalderash gypsies. To avenge her death, the Kalderash gypsies curse me by restoring my human soul, thus afflicting me with a conscience and condemning me to an eternity of remorse for the crimes I had committed. Catherine found me huddled in our apartment muttering about all the atrocities we had committed. Repulsed by my "filthy human soul", Catherine tries to coerce the father of the dead Gypsy girl to reverse the curse; an overeager Logan killed the rest of the tribe while Catherine is busy negotiating with the man. Seeing her leverage has been wasted, a frustrated Catherine snaped the father's neck and leaves. I was left homeless and scavenging the streets for rats. I attempted to kill a woman, but found that I cannot bring myself to do it.
During the Boxer Rebellion in Beijing, China, I tried and failed to resume my life with Catherine. To satisfy her, I started killing humans again, but Catherine noticed that I was only hunting rapists and murderers. Catherine caught me trying to hide a group of Christian missionaries from her. When I went to feed on rats down at the waterfront, catherine killed the missionary family and brought back their infant child as a test for me. Unable to kill it, I fled with the baby and separated from Catherine for good.
I arrived in New York City, New York through Ellis Island in 1902. During World War II, I was coerced by The Demon Research Initiative into undertaking a secret mission: He must rescue an American submarine crew from three vampires (including Logan) who were captured by the Nazis. During the mission, I was forced to sire a fatally-injured Tony Larson in order for him to repair the submarine's engine, which was damaged during a German attack.
In 1952, while in Los Angeles, California, I was a resident at a hotel, Although I tried to isolate myself, I was sought out by a girl named Judy, who had fled her home town after stealing a sum of money from her job. Things quickly deteriorate when a string of murders and suicides gripped the hotel, and the guests become increasingly paranoid. As I would later learn, this is the result of a Thesulac demon, a demon living off fear. Although I initially tried to kill the demon, the guests at the hotel turned against me, and I was lynched. Surviving the hanging, and disgusted with humans, I freely allowed the demon to consume everyone inside the hotel.
In New York during the 1970s, I witnesses a robbery at a doughnut shop. After the robber shoots an employee and runs away, I stayed with the man as he died, and proceeds to feed on him. Disgusted with myself, I exiled myself to the alleyways, where I spends another 20 years homeless and feeding on rats.
A decade later, a shadow of my former self, I was sought out by a man named Joss Whedon in 1981. Whedon persuaded me tell him my story. He then Brought me to L.A. were we sat down and wrote my story out to later be produced as a fictional story for the television.
This is my story to the best of my memory. It has been a long road and it is not over yet.
Please be kind in your replies. I will be happy to answer any and all questions as long as you are not rude or disrespectful. I am hear to help you understand.
Thank you for reading this.
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