Sincerely, S.S

S.s

Okay, lets get one thing straight.I am not writing in this dairy to vent my feeling  into.I am only writing this to do a favor for the people who are like me.Now that I got that off my chest I can tell you about me.My name is Sid Salvatore. I'm 720 years old. Yes,I know that I'm really old but let me explain. I'm sure you have heard your fair share of vampires, werewolf's and witches.But I'm not just a vampire or werewolf.......or a witch.In fact I'm three of those things.I'm a vampire ,witch and werewolf. Apparently they call me a Hybrid. I'm really the only one. At least I think.

Alright back story time.So in 1297 on Halloween I popped out from my mother ,Emily.She swaddled me and held me in her hands.She gazed into big blue eyes and smiled with a tear run down her rosy cheek.My father Marco, then picked me up and placed me in a basket.That was the last moment I shared with both of parents when we were all happy. As I grew up the happiness faded away from me. I was living in Europe, at the time when I was about 13.My family had moved often since my Mother was a werewolf and she had to stay with her pack. I was always protected because I was the youngest. Everyday my Mother and Father would leave to make sure the village wouldn't know about our secret.So I was left untended a lot and I would always get in trouble. I would sneak away to hang out with this boy who was a vampire.He had no family and was like an abandon puppy...But more deadly.He couldn't control his craving for blood easily. I had helped him.He knew if he pissed me off or messed with my Father since he is a human then I would bite causing him to have a slow painful death. If your confused,then lets explain. Vampires can die from a werewolf bite and  there was no cure for it.

Anyways,I did things with this boy that caused the village to raise suspicion about my family and him. One night I was laying in my cot when I awoke to screaming. I stepped out with my lantern,I saw the village men crowed around my friend.He was tied on a tree.Around the bottom was a ring of fire.Me begin stubborn and just a teen.I went and tried to untie him.But instead I got picked up by two large men, the knew I was a wolf .So they pinned me to the tree and tried to tie me up.I was screaming and kicking at them.But they kept shoving rope an stakes in my face.My parents came out and were mortified. Mother wanted to turn into a wolf ,but it wasn't a full moon.As my father called for help Mother had gotten hanged in front of me. I cried and cried.Father then broke down.He was so angry.I could see the rage in his eyes.then it happened. the pack came and distracted the men and led them away from me.

Father got me out and took my hand and started to run.But I ran the opposite direction to save my friend.Father got mad at me,as I was untying him Father yanked me back on the ground and dragged me. The boy broke free,he thought that my Father was hurting me.The boy went to feed off of my dad.I tore him off and bit his arm.I saw the fear in his eye as he looked down at the bite. My father then saw the boy and took me and ran off.That was the last time I saw the boy.After that day my Father made me feel regretful of causing my mother to get hanged.I was never the same sweet little girl after that day.Later on Father took me to America where we both could get a fresh start.years past and I was now 18.

It was the 1800's then and everyone was celebrating that night because the war of 1812 had ended.some soldiers had returned safely and were begin acknowledge, for their acts of bravery.I was wearing my white dress with a gold neck line.My brown hair was curled extra and I had a light Shaw around my arms.I was looking my best to wait the arrival of my Father who came back from the war that evening. I sat there all night he never came back.I had given up waiting for my Father.I was walking home in tears.when I was out of the town and in the woods,I was all alone and I knew my father was dead after that point. I came to a little river and sat by the shallows. I cried knowing that I was the last living of my family.

I then was startled by a snap of a tree branch. I turn around quickly. There was a man standing there. I had a confused but scared face. He approached me, when he stepped closer he slit my throat. I let out a dying scream. He then took my head and laid it down in the river bed. My neck slowly bled out in The once crystal cleared water. The man then put his lips to my neck and then sank his teeth in my artery. I just laid there life less and pale. I thought this is how I die.

But I was wrong....I look to see another figure pull the man sucking my blood off of me. He yanked the man by his neck. When his face came into the moon light I saw all of my blood drip down his chin. Then I heard a another snapping sound. The person snapped the man's neck. He then came close to me and he me told I was going to be okay. He had short brown hair on the sides and flowing hair on top. He wore a soldier outfit that had bullet holes in them. He had green eyes the glimmer.The man bit his wrist and he pushed it slowly toward my face. "Drink" he demanded. I did I as I was told. I suddenly was relief of all my pain, I touched my neck and there was no blood or wound? I was highly confused at the time. The man introduced himself as Elliot Manchester. I sat up and Elliot began to speak more about himself. But then I was I pain again when the guy who had his neck snapped came back and snapped mine.

So, that's how I became a vampire. At this point I'm a vampire and wolf. I will explain later about how I'm a witch. Just one other important thing you might need to know about me was that I was a ripper. A ripper is when your a vampire that goes completely hell bent on blood. You will crave it 24-7 and it is the worse feeling because everyday it gets stronger and stronger and you become more an more 'creative'. What I mean by 'creative' is that you start to come up with sick ways to find blood. Every ripper has a some type of signature trait that they give to let you know they just massacred a lot of people. One particular one would reassemble the bodies to look like they were alive but they were just dead corpses.

I'm ashamed to say that I had become the one. But when your humanity is off nothing matters. Elliot was the one that could pull me out of that place. That's why I'm glad he came in my life at the right time. But it is 720 years later and I'm finally ready to start trying to be normal. Elliot had kept me trapped in a basement with chains for that long period of time before I finally turned my humanity back on. Which is aka present day. Yeah, I'm more suborn than you think. I'm trying to convince Elliot to let me go out and see the world Since I'm not going to go rouge. He is a little hesitant right now but I'm working on him. So this week I found out that my father was a witch, I found out because I did a spell just for fun to say and it worked.

Anyways thats really my story. I plan on exploring this year and nothing is going to stop me.

Sincerely, S.S

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Hey Guys so this is a rewrite of my hybrid story I hope you enjoy this more. And I will be trying to get back to writing in Wattpad.

~peace and love dudes~
revissa