Chapter 1: Pilot
Rays of sunshine dawn on me through the only semi-decent window in this hellhole. The bright UV rays shine onto my ghost-white skin and beam down onto my hair. Long story short, I was accepted into my current clan at the age of 17.
Historically, I come from a family of incredibly powerful blood witches. I was surrendered to multiple foster families, secretly disguised as a mortal when I was just a toddler. I was given up due to the nature of my abilities. I'm what they call a frică sorceress,
Frică is Romanian for fear in modern English. My kind was given or shall I say, cursed with this name due to our ability to inhabit fear and mind control. There are loads of myths and curses surrounding my kind, my biological parents didn't want to risk their precious status in the clan or their reputation.
I presently reside with Esme and Cassius, a vampire couple; in a modern, red brick, two-story house. Unsurprisingly, I'm not permitted to go to any level other than the inhospitable, foul-smelling, and highly rustic cellar they've had me locked in since I was 17. Don't get it twisted, I'm grateful I've made it this long, you know being a witch; you don't necessarily expect to make it past 12 years old, since we happened to be an endangered breed, due to our abilities revolving around black magic and necromancy.
I'm grateful to still be breathing. In spite of that, I have been starved, tortured, brutally experimented on, and abused, among so many, oh, phenomenal events. Presumably, I would say; I've endured more than enough pain and agony for a lifetime, don't you agree?' I say as I express myself.
As I'm laying on the unforgivingly, bitter cold, concrete floor, I feel a hint of relief and reassurance as I remember my life before I came to this dump of a clan. I begin to silently sob and through a broken voice, I think to myself.
‘Mom, Dad; why wasn't I enough?''I was your only child and yet, that did not save me from the circumstances you bestowed upon your own flesh and blood' I say, through tearful sobs.'What burden or shame did I ever bequeath upon you to be treated this way?" Tears spill from my bloodshot eyes. The gut-wrenching memories seem to resurface. I remember the time Cassius would come into my room, late at night and burn my feet with his cigarette stubs.
To this day, I still have the burns and emotional scars Esme and Cassius left for me. As if I'm some sort of twisted, vacant, shell of a human being. All I remember is, after my biological parents found out about my uncontrollable abilities, they surrendered the 6-year-old version of me to a human adoptive agency and left without, even, a single ounce of regret or remorse. I can slightly recall my biological parents handing me off like something stuck at the bottom soles of their shoe.
At the age of 16, I somehow ended up in the hands of a maniac scientist: Jonah. I was eventually experimented on, thrown in barrels of acid until my skin was essentially scorched to see if I would scream or if the pain was the emotion that triggered my powers. This torment continued until I begged for mercy from the unmerciful.
Fast forward, a year later, after Jonah was disinterested in me, he threw me out into the streets; where Cassius and Esme took me in as their own and acted as if they were a concerned couple. A couple of years later, they too eventually grew uninterested in my well-being and became abusive, hence; the cigarette burns on my heel and toes.
Ultimately, I spent my teenage years enduring torture and mental torment, by reason of the nature of my powers. They got their wish, I got cheated out of my childhood. It was stolen from me. I was a victim but no one had ever treated me that way. They treated me as if I was a monster.
Although, I can see why they may think that. In the eyes of the general public and proper authorities, I am simply the murderer who fled my hometown and brought destruction and bloodshed wherever I went. There was chaos and anger tainted everything I saw and touched. For them, I became the monster they always thought I was. The killer they always perceived me to be. So, after all the experimentation, torture, and betrayals, I became the one thing that people feared.
I embraced and enhanced the dark side of my true nature.
