Mythicals Peace

The Mythic's Peace

Hello my name is Rosethorn Holly but you can call me Rose. I am currently three hundred and ninety-seven years old. You are probably wondering how can she be that old well. I am a werewolf and no I wasn't born this way. I remember it like it was only yesterday that I was changed. I had just turned eighteen and was a sophmore in collage and taking classes online.  I had graduated high school a year ahead of time. I was enjoying my time in collage that is until the vampires decided I needed to be shown my place. But anyways let me start from the begining.

A/N I am switching this to current tense. 

War is happening all over the place just outside of human sight. Werewolves and vampires were fighting. I know this because I am a witch and I have seen these battles for myself. It is very rare that wolves survive the battles but stil the war goes on. Many witches believe that the wolves should give up and just let  the inevitable happen,  but I disagree. I would like to keep myself alive and free slave to no one and able to do as I please.

The vampires believe that since we are siblings and are created by the same goddess that the witches would be better off serving the vampires. The difference between vampires and us witches is that we serve  the goddess and her wishes and don't just use her name as a way to get what we want. I am suprised that Nyx has not withdraw her gift from the vampires but the goddess does not take back what she gives. Many witches have gone and offered themselves as slaves to the vampires but some us remain calm and vigulant waiting for the day that we could free our brothers and sisters. The werewolves offered us an alliance the year I turned sixteen. I was offered the place of liason between the wolves and witches. I accepted the job but soon relized that there was a reason I was choosen.

On my eighteenth birthday, the pack that I currently resided in decided to throw a huge party. It was attended by the wolf pack and about thirty witches but still we were out matched. A large group of vampires, rouge werewolves, and slave witches attacked the party. Even with wards up they got through. Oh lord how I remember that day. It was only two weeks ago. Many of the pack was killed and the witches there turned slaves all except me. i was forced to watch as my fellow witches were beaten to submission by the vampires.

The leader vampire came up to me and smiled. He said, "Ah such a young one and beautiful to. Hm I say we leave her what about you boys?"

The vampires and rouges growl and shake their heads. The leader laughs and looks back at me. I stare him down never looking from his eyes. He growls in anger. You see vampires can make somebody do what they want by just looking them in the eye. My whole life I have never been controled by a vampire that is one of my gifts.

"Ah a fiesty one, aren't  you," he asks. "Some how you are able to resist my control. Hm I wonder what else you can do. Ron bring forth the youngest witch in the group."

One of the vampires pulls my younger brother out of the group. I show no reaction hoping that they will move on to another to see if they could find some one close to me. The leader motions for the vampire to bring my brother closer. The leader looks my brother in the eye and pulls him to his feet. He turns and faces me again.

"My dear boys what is your relationship with this birthday girl," asks the leader as he places a shallow scratch on my brother neck and begins to lap it up.

"I am her younger brother," he says in a toneless voice.

"Oh you are my dear boy. Point out any other family she has amoung this group," the leader orders.

My brother points out our two sisters and other brother. The vampires gather them and bring them to stand beside our youngest sibling. The leader looks them in the eyes and their looks of terror turn to serene and willing to do anything for him. I watch as the fight leaves Josh, my 16 year old brother. Tania and Solara were struggling before and terrified but now all of them stand as still as statues.