1 - A Child of Light and Darkness is Born
In my life, I haven't been someone that many people enjoyed being around. I suppose it's because I took to the Gothic subculture. Or maybe because I had a thirst for blood that sometimes almost got the better of me. I probably wont be living for too much longer anyways, so I'm going to write down my lives achievements, well, I'll just write down my whole life story. Hopefully it'll help inspire other "half-breeds" to right the wrongs of the elder vampires. But, before we begin, there are a few things we need to clarify. I am a vampire. But not a pure breed. I'm only a "half breed." I can walk in the sun, and the things that hurt normal vampires are like jokes to me. As all vampires, my drive for blood ties in with my sex, and vice versa. My name is Lora Manson. (please, no jokes. I'm not related to Marilyn Manson or Charles Manson.) In fact, I'm much older than either of them. I'm much older than any of you here reading this. But I bet you're wondering how I was turned into a "half-breed," aren't you? Of course you are, everyone wonders. I'll let my story begin on the day of my birth. Everything may not be exact, but of course, I didn't live before I was born, so I only know what I was told. Any now, ladies and gentlemen and vampires or werewolves or whatever you may be, without further delay, your feature presentation.
It began on February second, at about 10 PM. My mother was pregnant with me, obviously, and my father had taken my mother out to a ball. The way my father had so long ago described it, my mother looked like a pumpkin in her already large, orange hoopskirt. Feeling the tiredness of being pregnant and actually surviving the waltz, she decided to go outside and feel the breeze. My father escorted her to the side of the lake and helped her to remove the hoopskirt, leaving her in her undergarments but allowing her to sit on the bench. As my father sat next to her, she rested her head on his shoulder as he looked to the moon and wrapped his arm around her. My mother, who's name I was told was Yvonne, whispered "I love you." into my fathers ear. Smiling as he lifted her head up and turning the kiss her he told her "I love you more." Shaking her head 'no' she smiled and kissed him back.
Within the blink of an eye and without a sound, my father was thrown from the bench and my mother taken hostage. A vampire had thought of them as an easy meal. Little did he know, my father, who's name was Hampton, was a professional vampire hunter and quickly drew his silver knife and started toward the vampire when he was caught off guard by another vampire jumping from behind a tree. Struggling on the ground with this new vampire, my father was unable to stop the other from biting my mother and quickly draining her of blood. Managing to get on top of the vampire he was struggling with, Hampton stabbed him in the heart, and without hesitation, took to his feet toward my mother just in time to see the still standing vampire removing his teeth from her neck. Furiously, Hampton threw his knife at the vampire and right next to my mothers falling head. Being the excellent marksman that he was, he missed mother's head and the knife landed in it's target; the vampires heart.
Hampton caught his beloved before she hit the ground and both were covered in the ashes of the just slain vampire. Suddenly, Yvonne started shaking uncontrollably and Hampton set her to the ground. Contractions began and labor was induced, all thanks to that damned vampire. My father new what was happening. A "half-breed" was being born. His child was a "half-breed." After screaming for help, some people ran over and joined my father to help him birth me. There I was, covered in blood, screaming like a small animal. The others stared in horror as my father held me, watching me scream, begging for blood. And just like that, he cut his wrist in a manner which not to cut the artery open, and dripped blood into my open mouth. After drinking about a pint and a half of his blood, I was finally content.
Dizzy from the sudden blood loss, my father laid on the ground and placed me on his chest. What of my mother, you must be wondering? She's dead.
2 - The Warriors of Light
Over the next 13 years, my father taught me how to fight vampires, how to control my urge for blood, and about exactly what I am. He told me everything that happened that night, and asked me if I would join the ranks of the vampires, or join him in killing them. Naturally, I wanted to kill the bastards that killed my mother and made me what I am. But really, I guess I'd have to thank them. Half breeds are really better than full blooded vamps. Know why? I told you earlier. . . Fine, if you must ask, I can be in the sunlight, my strength is still extremely impressive, my vision, sense of smell, hearing, and touching are still increased to drastic heights, and, best of all, I can tell where a vampire is, if he's nearby.
At the age of 14, I had my first vampire hunt. Due to my awesome ability to walk in the sun, and still be able to pinpoint a vampires location, we didn't have much trouble finding our target. He was in an underground blood bank. Now, keep in mind, it's not like modern day blood banks. They didn't have ice, or freezers, or for that matter, refrigerator. People back then were so un-civilized. Anyways, back to the topic at hand, my first vampire assassination. The walls of the building were made completely of brick, as were the floor and ceiling, making this room rather cold, and the vamps could keep blood stored here for a couple days before having to throw it out, or sell it at a lower price. Being the only blood bank in the UK, these vampires where rich bastards. I mean filthy, dirty, rich ass vampires. I wouldn't be surprised if they were richer than the queen. God knows that they were richer than most royal families, though.
As we maneuvered the halls of this underground all-you-can-drink buffet, I sensed several vampires. Most asleep, but there were a couple awake. Here's where I learned that I can communicate telepathically. I thought to myself, and, unknowingly, my father as well, if we should just eliminate all the vampires down here. He turned and whispered to me that it would be a heavy blow to the vampires of the UK, and, it would also injure the other vampire organizations of England. I looked at him with a confused look on my face and thought to myself, and once more, him as well, "can you hear me?" He turned and looked at me just in time to see that my lips weren't moving and looked astonished. From that day forward, while on a hunt, we communicated telepathically. He decided that we should eliminate all the vampys down here, starting with the ones that were awake. But why were they awake? Perhaps they were useful for nothing more than guarding these banks for the day. We found that they were really guarding a door that lead to a room filled I took the bloodsucker on the left and my father, the one on the right. My father uses a small silver dagger as a weapon, and I was trained to use a bow with silver arrows. I readied my bow, but didn't pull it at full strength, I left some slack, and angled it over a couple shelves. The arrow took flight. Up and over some shelves, barely missing the roof and angling down just in time to hit my target right in his left eye. He burst into ashes. My father's target stared in amazement and was nothing but ashes soon after.
I picked my arrow up off the ground and stared at the blood on it. I felt something inside me telling me to lick it. But I couldn't. . . My father reached down to search through the ashes of the vampire he had slain to search for a key and as he did, I licked the arrow clean of blood. I felt a surge go through me and suddenly, I felt stronger. Everything in my body felt better. I never had warm blood after my father fed me just after being born. Everything I saw turned red, and it kind of hurt to have my eyes open, but I managed. My father opened the door and inside were four coffins. I assumed that these four bastards were the leaders of the vampire mafia here in the UK and decided that we should keep the coffins closed as we killed them. I carry around a silver short sword with me and my father has a silver long sword. We stabbed right through the coffins and hear nothing other than the ashes sliding to the bottom of the coffin.
Welp, that was that. My first job was complete. I was amazing on my first job, my father told me. By now the effects of drinking that little amount of warm blood had worn off. I suggested that we grab some of these packs of blood and take them with us for later. For the past 14 years, my father had been using his own blood to feed me, but for the next couple days, he wouldn't have to drain his own blood. He's such a loving father. As we were leaving, someone came down into the buffet. But not a vampire. It was a human. We captured him and told the guards that he had connections with vampires, and, they locked his sorry ass away. Hahaha. I know it's mean to laugh at the misfortune of others, but, I laugh at my own sometimes to. Sad, huh? Oh well.
