A Little Blood (SLOW UPDATES)

In This Heart Of Mine

It was one of those days when just the smallest thing reminded me of the horrors of the past. How scarred they made me. How I realized what a monster I truly was. The people that I once called family. Dying by the hands of our enemies and our leader forcing me to run. By his own command. I couldn't disobey.

I could still hear their screams and our enemies laughter. The people who killed them, their descendants hellbent on finding me. They formed their own organizations. And clans for killing each type of monster.

The way my parents had lied to me all those years. Who I really was. Who I was supposed to be. How much of a disappointment I would most likely be to my real parents. Why they had abandoned me.

Why they left me with nothing but a forsaken amulet.

How my supposed parents died by the my own rage, the fire within.

Uncontrollable they said.

A monster

A disgrace

A mistake

An abomination

"A curse upon this town" they said.

In the end my emotions got the best of me and I Screamed.

In the end they burned. They all burned for their sins, for their arrogance, for their crimes against me....

But that was before... before I met my coven. Before I had changed. Before I died.

~Flashback~

I had been mourning the anniversary of my parent's death. Sad and Angry at myself for ended them.

How in a fit of rage and agony I had ended them all.

How much blood was on my hands and how much pain was in my heart.

I had decided it was a smart idea to get wasted in the tavern a few towns over. That night I remember trying to go to my new dwelling. But being stopped by a man. A heathen really.

He tried so hard to seduce me. But when that wouldn't work, he decided to use force. He had decided if he couldn't have me alive, he'd take me dead. He stabbed my heart, and I knew I was a goner. I'd be dead in less than a minute.

Someone had heard the commotion and threw him off me. But it was too late.

Until I saw the man's violet eyes, and his teeth had extended into fangs.

He bit my wrist and I could feel the pain. Then he bit into his own wrist and demanded I drink. I did as he said. But after I had gulped I could feel my heart stop and everything was black.

I woke up to the light of the moon. But the odd thing was I was in a church. A cross had been placed in my hands and I had been laid out elegantly. And dressed in white. The priest came and said a prayer in another language over me. Then left in quite the rush.

Another man came in at a leisurely pace. He looked grim. As though he'd been expecting me.

"Hello little one. I am Dimitri. Dimitri Voshkov. And You're now under my protection. I have done my research on you my child. You are like very few I've seen. Quite a rare commodity in this way of life. You will be know from here on out as Daughter of Dimitri. And Lady of light."

"Who are you? And what are you? What is it that you want from me?! I was sure to die. I should be dead!"

"And in a sense, you are. My dear as to what I am? It is quite complicated. I am a Vampire but as you can see, I'm not like the others. I have been blessed by God, and Favored by others."

"Other Gods? Sir I mean no disrespect but there is only one God."

He chuckled. "Yes well, as I said, I am different. I can walk in the light of day. Their weaknesses are not my own. Their strengths are mine and more. I have made a connection to the earth and she has accepted me. She has gifted me with the ability to connect to a Single creature to bond with it through heart and soul. To become one with the creature."

"Are you saying you can shapeshift?"

"Not in such words, but yes." He smiled.

"Fascinating... tell me more."

"We have enhanced agility, strength and senses. We have many strengths and very few weaknesses. I have the ability of telepathy. My sister Natishka has telekinesis. Our superior sight allows us to have night vision. Our Cousin, Gustav has flight. And sometimes we all possess premonition, but we don't get to choose when or what we see. Different Vampires have different abilities. However you my dear, are different. I can sense a powerful aura coming from you. And I know I can expect great things. Especially as how you already have a fire within you."

"Wow that is a lot of strengths and abilities. But how do I know what my Vampiric ability will be?"

"It will come to you when you are ready and need it most..."

~Flashback over~

But when I needed it most, it wasn't there. When my coven was murdered and my Coven leader has ordered me to run. He had compelled me. And now, depending on the way you look at it, there isn't another being alive who could compel me.

They say the best things always find a way to come back to you. But in my case. That has never been true.

I have lost everything.

My family

My friends

My coven

My love...

Everything...

It seems that was all life wanted for me. Was to lose everything that I hold dear. I've tried nearly everything to end it. To end the pain and misery of my long life. To fill the void left by centuries of pain and agony. Of loneliness and anger.

You'd think that my rage would fuel the fire inside... but that fire died out long long ago. When He died.

He was my first love and they took him away. Just like they took my coven. He was a hybrid. A vampiric werewolf. When he was in human form he had all the power of a vampire. And his lycanthropy allowed him to walk in the sun.

But they ripped his heart from his chest. Right as we were saying our vows. A day and a picture I'll never forget.

It's odd. How much Loki reminds me of him. But it's also quite heartbreaking. The long black hair, his pale skin. How he isolated himself from everyone. How closed off he was. But despite all that he had let me in. He was just another soul suffering from the sadness of a past that was not lost to him.

We mended each other. We healed our wounds and found comfort in each other. He had such a soft spot for literature. Such a love for adventure and the unknown. Fondness for daring to do what no one has ever done. For pranking his pack, for his family...

He was truly a man after my own heart. Even one that had stopped beating so long ago.

But he is gone now.

Never to be seen again, but in dreams of times that are now lost to me. In memories that will never fade.

In this heart of mine.