a legend is passed down from generation to generation in parts of Ireland the harrowing tale of ddu the vampire who rises from her grave to wreak Vengeance on the living in a far off Village a long time ago there was a hauntingly beautiful young woman but her charm was merely a mask for her painful life infatuated with a humble peasant she was forced by her greedy father to Wed a cruel and sadistic Lord her father thought that wealth was more important than true love forced into an undesired marriage the young Maiden withered away in the
hands of her brutal husband who mistreated her with scorn and brutality away from her true love she watched her dreams Fall Apart Her Joy wither away like winter leaves until she finally yielded to pain and despair surrendering her life to the icy Blackness of death on a chilly night while the winds roared like specters over the hills she Drew her last breath and her flesh grew cold she was buried in a shallow grave but the soil covering her could not keep down her rage and Lust For Revenge from the Blackness of her grave the young
woman's Spirit was mutated leaving behind the frail nature of mortality and adopting a new form and so dear du was born whose name means the red blood her soul could not find any Solace the unfairness and cruelty she had suffered while alive turned into a profound hatred a gloomy urge for revenge against everyone who had wronged her and kept her from Joy she Rose from the grave no longer as the fragile young woman she had been before but as dear do a bloodthirsty vengeful Spirit who sought harm from anyone who crossed her path now whenever
the full moon rises in the sky each night DDO rises from her tomb with the ravenous hunger of a monster her once Angelic face now conceals an ice cold ferocity and her eyes formerly glowing with affection are bloodshot red she prows Villages enticing the unsuspecting with her bewitching looks luring them into an Embrace before ending in a fatal kiss men fall for her feeling the warmth of her lips before the deathly chill sweeps them away as she sinks her teeth into them the blood oozing forth is the payback she has been waiting for so long
terrorized by this Legend the villagers attempt to ground her Fury by piling heavy stones on her grave so that she cannot rise but not even the heaviest Boulders can withstand the might of her wrath for very long every generation as the wind grows colder and the Shadows spread into the night someone vanishes only to be found as an empty shell Moon pale without a droplet of blood in their veins dear Doo served serves as a reminder that some Souls cannot find peace especially when they have been deceived in life the elders warn that on the
darkest nights in Ireland no one should stray near the old Graves as dear do may be lurking there patiently waiting to offer her final kiss the kiss leading down into the chasm of death
