Professor Pops Part One

Before I became a vampire, I was just a man with simple needs and one desire. Her name was Joanna Reesa d'Arc. I called her Red because of her deep auburn hair. She always wore it down her back in a long braid.

Red was beautiful in every way. Strong. Courageous. Devoted to her country and family. To a stranger she might appear weak and helpless, but she was none of that.

She was five feet of fearlessness with deep convictions toward her visions of what God wanted France to become.

The first time I saw her she was in her eighth year.

In her tiny hands she carried a pail full of water.

A serious expression, one I would learn meant she was thinking, hung on her lovely face. She wore a white bonnet along with a hunter green frock the same color as her eyes.

Joanna was the daughter of the town constable. The d'Arc family was the closest thing to royalty the town had, and they acted like it too.

When I was young, I wanted to know her, to be near her.