When I was four, me and my mom would draw pictures together. It is the happiest memory I have. One day, while drawing, I ran out of crayon. So instead I used my finger. My mom looked over and laughed at how silly it was to try to draw using your finger. But when I pulled my finger back, what I drew remained on the page, in blue colouring. My mom quickly snatched up the paper and left the room. When she returned, with my father in tow, her eyes were no longer that bright and loving mothers, instead they were colder.
My mom looks at my dad and says "I can't believe that the house of DuKuteu, our house, would be plagued by a freak"
My dad looks at me no longer loving but rather with anger and says "You have been disowned by the family! You with forfeit your last name and are henceforth banished!"
My dad roughly grabs me and drags me towards the door. I'm powerless to resist him. As I'm pulled through the hallway--my elder sister, who was 15 at the time--came out to see the commotion. My mom walked by and explained. Looking into my sister's eyes I could see that she, unlike the others, bore no resentment. She looked sad, sad as a family member should. She mouths 'I'm sorry' to me as I'm dragged past. She quickly turns back into her room and closes the door. As I'm thrown out onto the street, with the gate being slammed shut behind me, I'm left with nothing. At four years old.
This was how my life started, my true life. After a week on the streets, I was found by a 13 year old human boy, he let me stay with him. He stole food, bread and the like, to feed himself and I. I always had to stay behind while he went out to 'shop'. He would not let me come with him, saying things like I'm always to rash and that I wouldn't be able to live that kind of life.
One day, while he was out, I practiced magic. Well, he returned earlier then expected and saw me. I looked at him for a good minute. I thought he was going to leave, call me a freak, and abandon me like my family. All because of this stupid magic. I shut my eyes, waiting to be yelled at. Before I knew it, I was being wrapped up in a hug from him
"It's ok Morgan, you don't need to hide from me" just that one statement, I cried. I cried harder than I ever have in my life. Someone accepted me, someone looked past my magic, something my family couldn't even do, and saw me.
When I was 7, I left from our hideout. Since it was his birthday, I decided to get him his favourite meal, fish. Fish was pretty hard to come by, and therefore expensive and hard to steal, but I decided to do it for him. It went well. I was able to secure a fish, he will be so happy!
When I returned with my catch expecting to find him. Instead what I found was a upturned room. We had been raided. I searched, but could not find any traces of him. I investigated around the city, looking for anything that could lead me to him.
I found out that upon his capture, the elves decided to send him back to the human country of Ishlanka. When I learned of this fact, I knew I had only one choice, I would have to follow him to Ishlanka and get him back. I found a caravan that was heading there and convinced them to take me. The caravan consisted of a caravan master, and 5 guards.
We left the elven city, and then the elven country making decent progress, when suddenly I fell unconscious. When I woke, I was in a cage. The caravan master was nowhere to be seen, and the 5 guards were laughing to each other, exclaiming how easy this was. Even in this situation, I would not forget my purpose, I would not forget his name. I would get out of here, I would escape, and I will find him,
I will find Jesse
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I'm dead. That's the first thing I realize. I have been killed by the leader. Is this death then? It doesn't feel like death. But I don't really know what death feels life. It's cold, whatever I am lying on, what is it?. It feels like ground? Is there ground in death? I'm going to look now.
I open my eyes to see two feet. I gaze up at their owner. And into her glowing red eyes. I can't break the gaze, for whatever reason I feel inspired. As I study more of her features: her small nose, her silver hair, her black cloak, I quickly realize... she's alive. This isn't death. How am I still alive? I feel as though I am sitting on something wet. I look down and see it, blood. Lots of blood. I am about to scream when the girl in front of me puts her hand over my mouth and her finger over hers, signaling me to be quiet.
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"The ones who killed you are still around be quiet" she says in a lax voice, clearly not threatened by the ones who killed me. Wait the ones who killed me? I really did die?
"What's your name?" her question draws me from my thoughts
"M-M-Morgan" I reply, still a little shaken at the thought of being dead
"How am I alive?" I ask her, hoping she would have the answer
"Well your techniquely not, as to how" she says, dread clouding my thoughts "it because I'm a vampire!"
... she's a vampire... now I really want to scream. I squirm out of her reach trying, in vain, to escape. She doesn't attempt to give chase, she just follows my actions with her eyes. Wait if she's a vampire, why isn't she attacking me? And wait if she's a vampire and I'm alive, even after dying...
"Um what am I then?" I ask her, fear coursing through my veins
"Well right now you'd but what's called a fledgling" she says matter of fact like she's sayin an extremely casual thing. A fledgling? I thought all fledglings were extremely aggressive? I'll ask.
"A normal fledgling is extremely aggressive and would kill everyone on sight, that is until they kill the one who slayed them" This vampire says almost reading my mind "for example you will need to kill that man. When you do you will become a real vampire, capable of your own thought"
Panic starts to rise within me, what do I do? Is this real? I just want to yell in frustration.
"How old are you?" ... that's the question I ask? "Its just don't vampires age really slowly?"
"I am 12, vampires control their aging and can stop aging altogether when the decide" she replies
My heart beat. I grasp at my chest. I don't have a heartbeat, what was that? It happens again, much more painful this time. I collapse on the ground in pain, worse pain then I have ever felt before, worse than death. I start convulsing on the ground.
The girl, who still stands above me, says "The process is beginning, you will need to find and kill the one who killed you. If you don't manage to kill him... I will have to kill you... good luck!" she says as she takes a step back and fades into the shadows.
"UAHHHH!" I scream as I lose my rational conscious.
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I'm beginning to regret this. Turning this girl into a fledgling was really just an impulse on my part. Hopefully I wont regret it, who knows, maybe I'll have a new traveling partner. At least if she's goes to 'that place' with me it wont be so boring. I hate the aristocracy of the vampires, they don't even have milk! At least I packed my own milk. Oh the fledgling is standing up. Just one look in her eyes and you can tell that it's closer to animal than a person. She starts walking in the direction the men left from, intent on completing her task.
Fledglings are scary! If they don't avenge themselves within 24 hours the effects become irreversible and they become mindless killing machines. I guess that's why there's so much stigma about vampires. Well it's not like were innocent in this matter. Most vampires are sadists, who kill people themselves and turn them into fledglings. Then when the fledgling in incapable of killing them--as pure-blood vampires, such as myself--cannot be attacked by fledglings. I hate vampires.
AN - I read the comments about length, so I tried to make this one longer let me know if it's better now or needs more improvements(in either direction) Also let me know about any grammatical errors and leave a comment about what you think. Thanks.