Prologue The beginning
In the beginning it wasn’t our kind who chose to reveal ourselves. I remember like it was yesterday, I was sitting in the living room looking for something to watch on the television. My parents were out doing whatever it was they did.
At the time I was an only child, so I had no one to talk to really. I spent most of my time at home so I guess you could say that I was a social pariah. Being a vampire did not promote good social skills. That’s when it happened everything began roaring, shaking and the power went out; never to turn on again.
From a young age I was told I was special. I always thought it was because I was considered royalty, but we’ll touch on that later. The world went dark and a few years went by. The world appeared the same during the day, but when night fell it was as though it had been covered by a black blanket. It was as though the wild took the world back from those who had abused its generosity.
After much deliberation my kind chose to make our existence known to the world so we could help rebuild. As we chose to reveal ourselves so did other creatures more sinister in nature. Funny thing is, all those myths and legends that you have heard of or read about in stories... yeah well... the thing is they are real. Let’s be fair the world is different.
My dad stopped being around so much because he was expected to assist in the transition of the new world. This was a tenuous task assigned by the other council members. The few times my father was around, we would ask for him to come out with us. However; the response was always the same. “Not now my sweet, I am far too busy.”, “Some other time my darling” or some other variation. It was infuriating really. He would never inform us what he was working on or why it took up so much of his time. He was always reluctant to involve us in his work. Anytime I began to prod my father for information he would quickly change the subject.
My relationship with my mother was far better in comparison. She always had time for me regardless of her prior obligations. She was beautiful in every way. Her bright forest green eyes would light up with a mischievous glint whenever she was feeling creative. I remember when she would tie up her raven like hair, which was kept at waist length, in order to play games with me. She never hesitated to put her work on hold if I wanted to cuddle. At that moment in my life she was the most amazing, nurturing, and kind adult figure I had.
Everything changed when we heard a knock at the secret tunnel. My Mother and I both knew exactly what that meant. The door to the tunnel crept open slowly as we prepared to hear the news. Once we saw my uncle it was clear that my father had died.
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