SCARS

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

In 1666, Cornelius Wallborough was born on a stormy night, in the sixth month, on the sixth day, during the sixth hour, on exactly the sixth moment. Now I'm assuming you're wondering what relevance this has to the story-line. Well, you're about to find out. Cornelius is my great grandfather, so he's my grandpa. It was sort of odd to me when I was a child, because that would mean he's the oldest man alive, at three hundred and fifty years old. At least he was when I was eight. Now he's around three hundred and sixty-two years old.
If you don't know how to add and subtract, that would mean it is 2028. Anyways, he was born, and he figured, that he was possessed or something because of the "evil hour" in which he was born. Well, turns out he wasn't possessed. He was just a Vampire. Like his mother and father before him, and their parents before them, and etcetera, etcetera. He hadn't realized this until he turned eighteen years old. On his eighteenth birthday, he stopped the aging process. He will forever look eighteen. But with the makeup we have now-a-days, my family continues to "age." He had a daughter, Lyric Dorothea-Anne Wallborough, also my beloved grandmother.
He was married to a Vampire, much like himself, and they named their daughter after both their mothers. Lyric Dorothea-Anne Wallborough was born in 1777, and was born in the seventh month, on the seventh month, during the seventh hour, on exactly the seventh minute. She was the "holy child." She married a man, my grandfather, Leonardo Ducot Rice, whom I call Papa.
He and Nana, Lyric Dorothea-Anne, now Rice, had a little girl. In 1888, in the seventh month, on the sixth day, during the fifth hour, on exactly the fourth minute.
Now, my mother, Halley Crasanthymium Rice, was an odd child. She has blonde hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. She was the odd-ball out, considering all of my other family members have milky white skin, bright coloured eyes, and Dark brown or black hair. Now, you could imagine my Nana and Papa's surprise at a blonde haired, brown eyed, baby girl.
She grew up, and became VERY beautiful. All the male, vampire suitors all wanted her hand in marriage. But one impeticular, my father, Fabien Arnott Dementieva, caught her eye. He was, apparently, a very striking specimen. Black hair, bright green eyes, and milky white skin. So pretty much like every other male in our species.
Well, they fell in love, got married, and had me. But when I was born, my father got taken away. So I grew up with a mundane father. Brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, his name was Johnathon Thomas Williams-Santiago, he was Italian.
I was born in 2010, in the third month, on the nineteenth day, during the fourteenth hour, on exactly the thirty-first minute. Odd, right? Right. I'm an odd girl. I've never met my real father. I'm seventeen years old, and I will be eighteen very soon. Less than a week. I was born on a full moon. And this year, it is going to be a full moon. Five more days. And I'll be what I truly am.
My mother told me recently, that I was not human. And she showed me all the basic "Vampire stuff" that I would need to know.
Now, I bet you are wanting to know why the title of my autobiography is called Scars, well, when I was a baby, I was graced with the mark of the coven. A bite mark from the coven leader, Who, just so happens to be my father.
He bit me on my collar bone. I was six months old when this happened. He came out of hiding, along with the rest of the coven, except my mothers family(they never hid), for this "celebration."
Anyways, in the description of this book, you read about the bloody mess my father and his coven created. Well... it all started on my birthday...
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So we, my step father's family, and my mother and I's family, gathered in a great hall. It was a birthday celebration and all of my family was there. I was so happy. They all looked, well like normal mundanes. Except for me. I was having pains in my mouth. Where my dull, pearly white, canines were. They were uneven. One, on my right side, was up higher on my gum. The one on my right side was straight as a board, as were my other teeth.
Every time I smiled, you would see the sharpened canines. My fledgling teeth were here. I could feel all my senses heightening. I still wore my glasses, even though I didn't need them. Doesn't mean I don't want to look cute, and if I kept these on, I would look more like a mundane.
My long, black hair really stood out amongst all of the shorter, black and Dark brown hair. And my green eyes stood out VERY well against all of these brown and bright blue eyes.
We all had fun. We ate, danced, talked, we even played games. That is, my cousins and grandparents and I. We were laughing, and then all of a sudden, I heard the door bang open.
No words were said. My family stood up. My step father's family were still on the ground, quivering in fear. They were all saying something along the lines of,
"Please don't kill me. Please. I'll give you anything."
Quite funny, now that I think about it. But at the moment, it was not a laughing matter. At that moment in time, every Vampire in the room pounced. At each other, and on the mundanes. Then, when they had sucked all the mundanes dry, they came looking for me. I was behind a table, being the scared little girl I was, trying not to be seen.
It worked for the most part. Only, I got another pain in my mouth. I yelped, but quickly bit down on my lip. I drew blood, in which, they smelled. And a little scent can go a long way. They found me.
"Well, well, look who's all grown up. My little niece." A male spoke, whom, I'm assuming is my uncle.
"My name is Dimitri. I, of course, am your beloved uncle. And you must be baby Jasmine. What a pleasure to, finally, meet you." He paused. "I'm assuming that you already know what we are, from that terrified look on your face. Don't worry my dear, we won't kill you."
I just blinked at him. I didn't know what to say, whether to run or not. Finally, I speak.
"How do you know me? My father is dead on the floor. I have no Uncle Dimitri. So you must have mistaken me for another 'Baby Jasmine'."
He was livid. His bright blue eyes, and Dark brown hair made him seem mysterious, dangerous. If I had not been afraid, I would have thought him attractive.
Suddenly, he was infront of me, choking me, sneering at me. His eyes were striking in the shadow of his brow, he was standing over me.
"You will respect me. You will respect the coven. And you will respect our family."
The way he said this made me shiver in fear. He scared me. But in the midst of all of this caous, another male, with eyes almost identical to my own, came up to Dimitri, tapped him on the shoulder and said,
"You will release her. You are not her superior. You may be my daughters uncle, but she is your superior, and future coven leader." This man stares at Dimitri hard, until he let's me go. While I'm letting my lungs re-inflate, I see out of the corner of my eye this man assessing me. My eyes and skin, and my hair. Kinda creepy, if I do say so myself.
"Who are you?" I ask, curiously.
"Who do you think knuckle head." He retorts jokingly, making me laugh.
"So you're my notorious daughter. You've grown since I last saw you. But you were six months old." He says.