My mother used to say, she knew where the eye of the storm was. At first I didn't know what she ment but she would always tell me about my birth.
I was born at midnight, during a lightning storm. It was early spring, late winter. The day was somewhere between the 20th and the 21st of March. My mother said, when I was out of her a bolt of lightning seemed to have hit me. That's how I got my snow white hair. I had always thought she was kind of dramatic about it but didn't pay it any mind until I grew older.
While growing up, my mother had thought that it would be a good idea to teach me about all the mythologies that was known to the world. From Greek mythology to Egyptian mythology and Norse mythology. And yet in every mythology I had a favorite story or god and goddess. But, I loved knowing everything about it. Somehow, I had fallen in love with history and myths.
Of course it wasn't all that bad. I mean my childhood. Though I have never met my father before. My mother said that he was a great man and that's really all she ever said about him. Just those words.
My mother had also warned me not to go out of the house. Why? Something about bad people wanting something I had. At the time, I didn't have a idea to what they could want from me. I was only a little girl with white hair and a love of myths and storms. Did I really posses power that other people wanted?
I don't know but I hope I find out before, they come after me. If people come after me but, only time will tell.
New York
00:01
I bolted awake, my body covered is cold sweat. The sounds of breaking bones and evil cackles still filled my ears. It was dark outside. Darker then most nights. The stars that usually painted the night sky was gone, only to be replaced my darkness. No thunder, no lightning.
It was fairly quiet, which was weird, seeing as it was new York. The city that never, and I mean never, sleeps. Now that's saying a lot. We lived near a club, that was always loud. I found the music soothing most nights but the silence was eerie and creeping me out. It was almost unnatural to me.
'Be safe and stay out of trouble.' my mom's words echoed in my head. She had only spoke them to me, a few hours prior. It almost felt like she was saying them to me now.
Suddenly, the sound of glass hitting the floor, echoed in the silent house. My heart started to go crazy in my chest. Fear began to fill my body as the sounds of foot steps began to grow louder and louder. I hid under my black covers, afraid of what was waiting for me. 'Was this the end? Was this how I was going to die?' I thought in panic. Suddenly my covers were ripped from my body.
The last thing I saw was a flash of bright light before my vision went dark. Darkness was the only think I could see. Nothing more and nothing less.
Alexander POV
New York
00:03
Finding a girl was harder then I thought. Especially a girl with white hair but that didn't stop me and my friends from finding said girl. All we knew it that the girl was wanted by a lot of powerful people. All supernatural beings wanted her and to be honest, it was a mystery why they wanted her.
" How come we are always the ones to get the babysitting jobs?" miles said. Miles is one of my friends. Out of all of us he was the one with the most knowledge. He was born around 4 hundred years ago. Also being the oldest between all of us. And German.
Then there's Parker. Parker is by far the fastest out of all of us. He is also the youngest being 128 years old. He's half-amarican and half-French. Not that he really spoke French.
Third on the list was Danny, now he was the sweetheart between all of us. He's American. He was born about 2 hundred years ago. Just don't let his kindness fool you, we was wiser then any other being. Even wiser then miles who was the oldest between us.
And my last friend, Dante. Dante is well, Dante. He Italian but he's more of a quiet person. He's the third eldest among us being 269 years old. Kind of the silent type but by far the strongest out of all of us.
" Alex, we have her." Parker said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked to see a girl in his arms. Her hair was as white as freshly fallen snow. It had this eerie glow to it under the white light of the street lamps. Her skin was a pale color that reminded me of fine China. She looked more like a fragile doll then a actual living being but she was by far the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid my eyes on.
"Let's go." Dante said, speaking for the first time since we left for the mission. This girl was a mystery. That was for sure and the fact that Parker didn't want to let her go, was an even bigger shock. Who was she? And why was every supernatural being after her?
Yes. Why are they after her? Could it be because she was powerful? Or the daughter of a powerful being...
