History • • • It was said, since Ella was young, her family was involved in the supernatural religion. In other words, witches. Which would explain the massacre that happened to her family when she was around the age of five. A sudden fire would break out within her house, police are still trying to figure out how she was able to escape without a scratch on her. Though, when it came time to getting some information from her. The story she would tell them, would have them convinced she was traumatized. Being that, she was an orphan, they would place her within a mental institute. Here, Ella would get her education from the teachers that were allowed to teach her. Though, with ten years passing, she would finally be released. Allowed to attend a public school. Though, her luck wouldn't end there. she would end up getting foster parents who had three more adopted children within their home. Everything would seem pretty normal for her first two years in high school. Though, it would be during her junior year that she would notice slight changes. Whispers spreading quickly about who she was and what had happened all those years ago to her real family. This alone had caused her to backtrack to her family's roots. Once again indulging herself in witchcraft.
Her foster parents of course, wouldn't be too pleased with the sudden change. Threatening to throw her out into the streets, if she didn't clean up her act. Of course, Ella wouldn't listen to them. Why should she? They weren't her real parents after all. With this attitude, she would be thrown out the house. Living from hotel to hotel until she would finish high school. During her last high school years alone, Ella had managed to perfect her powers. Of course, once she was done with school and was fully free to do whatever she wanted. She would travel to Anchorage, Alaska. The cold didn't bother her, what did bother her was how quickly people knew who she was. As well as what she practices. This only gave Ella more motivation to attack anyone who posed a threat to her. Or just anyone in general. Though, instead of killing those that got under her skin, she would once again move away. This time back home. where was home? Birch Creek, Alaska. Of course some would think this to be insane. But home was where the heart was. Or something like that. The next few years of Ella's life would be anything but pleasant. Though, just a month after her twenty-fifth birthday, something would happen. During one of the towns annual gatherings, a horrific scream would be heard from one of the towns women. Within the middle of the town, would be the body of Ella Bishop. Bleeding from her side, from looked to be a knife wound. By the time, she had reached the local hospital. She would be announced dead on arrival.
If the towns people were smart, they would have burned her body. Instead she would be buried within the cemetery, with the rest of her family members. Four months. That's how long, her body would rest within that wooden box. But something would happen. The ground would shake and the earth would part. The town was unaware of what was happening in the cemetery. The next morning, when the care taker went to open the gates, he would fall to the ground clutching his chest. His last words to his fellow workers would be What's dead should stay dead. No one knew what this meant. No one bu that care taker, and the young woman who stood before him. Ella. Rumors once more spread around the town about a ghost. Little did they know what she really was. One of hells little demons. Luckily for her, her body was still in tact to take over once more. Sadly, she knew she wouldn't be able to stay within Birch Creek... So, after a simple farewell to the town, she would travel from the cold to... Utah. Here, no one knew her name. No one knew of her death or anything. It was the perfect place to start over. As something much more wicked. Taking the front desk position within Baker's Dozen Motel, no one would ever think she was anything more then a pretty face with golden blond hair and bright green eyes. |