In a world of sex and monsters

My name is Laura Van Helsing, I am a young woman of 20 years old, my body is slim, I have a second breast, I wear glasses and I have platinum blonde hair that reaches my shoulders. My father is of English origin and I have an English name, although I have never seen England when I was alive. I spent my childhood and adolescence in Austria where with a small income my father managed to become the owner of a suggestive feudal residence and the small estate that surrounds it, the castle is located on a hill near a forest, which if possible makes the landscape even more particular and melancholic, the very old and narrow road is our only connection with the nearest inhabited village, which is 10km away which is why girls of my age rarely came to visit me for more or less long periods

I have already spoken about my father, he was the only member of my family who lived with me, given the premature death of my mother of whom I have no memories, to compensate in part for the lack of a mother figure were my two governesses, as strict as one would expect them to be with a young spoiled girl growing up with a father who allowed her to do everything.

I will describe them to you briefly; Madame Perrodon was a woman of almost forty years of Austrian origin, very attached to the folklore and legends of her land so much so that she dedicated her life to the study of German philosophy and idealism.

Miss de la Fontaine was my French teacher, she was just over thirty and didn't speak English very well, which is why they often communicated in German, creating a real babel of languages.

My first memory of the supernatural was also the discovery of my sexuality, when one night I woke up in my bedroom and realized I was not alone... I lit a candle and what I saw in front of me was the face of a young woman who was kneeling, with her hands under the covers. I looked at her with a sort of pleased amazement. She caressed me with her hands, lay down next to me in bed, and pulled me to her, smiling; she was a beautiful woman, her skin was pale, she had very dark hair with bangs that hid her eyes of an indecipherable color

I immediately felt strangely excited, and closed my eyes as if to fall asleep again, but I was awakened by a sensation as if two needles were being inserted into my chest, deeply and simultaneously, and I screamed loudly

I screamed so loudly that my maids came into the room, but when they arrived the shadow of the woman near me disappeared and there were no signs of wounds on my neck

I cannot say exactly what I felt, but from that evening, when I was alone in my room, I began to masturbate, thinking of the shapes of that female body to which I could not give a name, and I hoped that that young fatal woman would visit me again

Of course, I did not tell my maids anything about this, and in the years that followed, they did everything they could to make me believe that I had only dreamed, and I too was convinced for a long time that I had only dreamed until the year 1872 when I had reached the age I appear to be at present.