In a small apartment in a little dark street in down town St. Petersburg, a young woman stood by a dirty window holding a dark haired little boy. She was known as Lena back then, the Valeska that the world now knows was still was three years from even being born into darkness. This young woman had just given birth to her son, a little boy named Miroslav, yet she was a little more than 17. Her bright green eyes gazed down at her new born son.
In all respects she felt trapped in her marriage and backed into a dark corner now that she had a child. She did not want this life, when she met her husband he had promised her a life were she would be the talk of the town and they would be invited to all the balls. Her life was far from such a life of glamour and intrigue.
Little Lena’s life consisted of doing the laundry of said glamorous people and cleaning up after her filthy husband. She was getting to the point where she couldn’t stand it any longer. She had considered leaving her husband and taking her son with her, though she knew the looks she would get on the streets. There was the far more painful option of leaving her son and her husband. She may have been young, but she loved Miroslav.
When it was time she set her sleeping little boy in the small wooden cradle that was next to her equally small bed. Valeska stared at her son, she didn’t know it at the time but this would be the last time she would see him. She gave him a kiss on the top of his messy black hair. “Goodbye my beautiful boy… mama will come back to get you when she has the money to give you the life you disserve.”
With that Valeska packed her few things and slipped out into the night. She stood out on the dark street and looked up at the window that she was looking out of not that long ago and started to cry as she dashed down the street.
It took her many years, even after being turned to forgive herself for what she did to her little boy. She constantly wondered what Miroslav looked like. She envisioned a small, pale boy with bright eyes and a messy mop of black hair atop his little head. She never sought him out though until it was far too late. All she found was a tombstone… just like how she found her mother, her father and everyone she ever cared about. Death claimed them all yet she was forced to live forever.