{The Firelight Chronicles} 3: Fatal Attraction girlxgirl Lesbian Story (editing)

Chapter 17: The Trap that Backfired

A/N: ok so I said I had a surprise for you guys, here it is:

>:) <-- this is my evil face

if u get confused on this chapter re-read chapter 13 (the part with Tessa's diary) cause this is the plot twist that u guys probably never saw coming xD

Natalie's POV:

I was born in England in the year 1542 to William Di Stefano, whose real name was Ludovico. Father would always say that he had enjoyed running away from Rome to England with a new identity because he had a healthy obsession with reading English novels, and his favorite name had always been William, so he was glad to be able to call himself that. He was always looking at the positive side of things, the silver linings.

My father had moved to England running from the Roman Inquisition, a genocide ordered by the most ruthless of vampires, the royal Trueblood family, who wanted to wipe mine and my father's race away. The Romans would call us chiaro sguardo or occi luminosi because of the way our eyes would glow when we experienced strong emotions. But we called ourselves firelighters. It was a way of being able to talk about ourselves inconspicuously, because vampires would confuse the term firelighters for their own fire starters, who were a completely different race. Fire starters were singers that could manipulate fire, they couldn't create it, only control it once it was arleady at their reach.

Us firelighters, we were a different story. Each one of us had a different color for our flame. Like a human thumbprint, it identified us. Mine varied, some days it looked reddish, others dark orange, but the correct color was scarlet. Dad's was the hue of green that colored the grass in our farm. Seeing that colour always comforted me, my dad was like my safety blanket. He was the kindest person I will ever encounter.

My mum was different. She had also changed her name, but my parents would always refuse to tell me what her real surname had been before they had me. My mother, who had changed her first name to Isabella, made us call her Tessa at home. Unlike my father, she had a short temper with everyone except me and him. Her eyes were always tired like she had seen too much, and she had gorgeous red hair that she would let me brush when I was little. I would always make a mess of it, I was only four then, but she didn't mind. I cried when she had to dye it blonde to hide from the vampires, but she comforted me by saying that the red hair would live on in the reddish tint my brown hair took when it was in the sun. To me, my parents were the two most humble people in the world. They had both been very wealthy before they had to run from the Truebloods' killers. But they didn't seem to mind to have lost their wealth at all. They were happy with having each other, and me.

The names chiaro sguardo and occi luminosi were terms we despised, or more likely feared, because vampire assasins would always yell Chiaro! or Occi! when they discovered one of us, and then we had to watch our comrade get killed in cold blood, drained if he or she was a singer. They would cover it up with religious affairs. To humans, the vampires were religious humans who were only killing other humans who comitted heresy or betrayed the Roman Catholic Church. Humans are very violent in nature, so it was believable. But humans were nothing like vampires. Vampires were monsters, things of nightmares.

The last time I heard the word Occi! my father was murdered. Me and my mum had enough time to hide in the panic room or basement we'd created under a carpet, but my dad, brave as always, decided he would lead them away from the house anyway to make sure me and my mother were unharmed. I convince myself he could take them, we were stronger than vampires, but we were clearly outnumbered. My dad had to fight ten vampires that night. Two of them died, and they took my father with them. I was only eight years old when I lost my hero.