Prologue
"They will never look in the mortal kingdom,"the first man said.
"We should take her to the orphanage on 67th street,they won't ever think to look there," the second man said.
"Agreed," the first man replied
The doorbell rang at the old orphanage on 67th street. As the two men dashed into the bushes, a lady with dark Mexican looking skin and gray hair, came walking out on to the front porch. The men knew she wasn't Mexican, not only by her face but by her smell. She was, what humans call, a werewolf.
In the three other kingdoms they are called the shadow of the moon people, but we, vampires, as the humans call us, we really have the title of the people of life between death. The four kingdoms are ,the people of the life between death ,us, and the shadow of the moon people, the wizarding world or spell casters as we all them, oh and of course the most dumbest form of life on this retched world, the regular stupid humans that have no power at all, also known as the soul diers . Anyway back to the story.
The woman spotted the sleeping infant, wrapped in a blanket, at the top of the steps to the orphanage. She bent over and quickly picked the infant up. She looked up and down the small street to see if she could spot the person who had left the child. She finally gave up and went back inside the orphanage.
Once inside she unwrapped the blankets and saw it was a girl , bringing her face closer she sniffed the girl all over and pulled back, making a disgusted frown, though this scent gave a tickle to a tender memory in the back of her mind. She didn't just find out what gender, she found out that this baby was a vampire.
The women climbed the spiral staircase to the next floor and walked down a hallway that had doors running along both sides for the bedrooms of one through three year old children. She walked down the hall until she found an empty room with a crib. She lay the still sleeping child on a side table and went to fetch blankets and toys for the infant. She set up the crib and hung the toys to a hook on the ceiling over the bed.
Just before she laid the baby down in the crib she sniffed the baby's face. She closed her eyes and smiled at some far off memory. Then she shook her head as if shaking the memory away from her mind.
She quickly laid the baby down and started to walk away, but by the time she took two steps she heard a soft scratching noise. She turned around to find the baby awake and looking at her with her hand stretched out. The women walked back over to the crib and put her hand in the infants. The infant then put her other hand on the woman's face.
Suddenly she was re-seeing the very moments before she had brought the baby up to this room – the small street in front of the orphanage, the light shining above the old front door, the door opening as she stepped out onto the porch. Then the scene changed and she was back in the little bedroom with the baby and the baby's hands were in her big ones, and everything seemed so clear. She looked into this vampire child's lavender eyes and she made a decision, even though it could cost her life, she would raise this vampire like it was her own child born from her.
