This apple has fallen far from her tree ( The power of evil, a desirable mate?)

This apple has fallen far from her tree (chap 2 misunderstood)

This apple has fallen far from her tree (Chap 2: misunderstood)

The train was full of humans aimlessly worrying about their petty issues. Oh don't get me wrong, humans are great I have loads of human friends more so than I have supernatural ones. I just wished they had more to worry about I was jealous of there ignorance. I sat staring out the misty window my warm breath fogging up my vision. As you can probably guess Yaz had forced me to go live with my uncle at his boarding school, Dragomir High, the name made me almost queasy. No doubt some posh high school where brats lived out there lives. But that did not mean I was happy about it, with my background something was bound to go wrong.

Ok I guess I should explain a few things before I go any further.

Hi my name is Sonya ahren last name Salvatore. Sonya ahren translates from some Old Russian dialect, it means Sunny Angel. Stupid name I know. I am 5'3" have long golden blonde hair and dark blue eyes, I'm 17. And as to my species, I'm half nephilim and half, well ugh the other half I've never been really sure. And to explain what I mean you need to understand, my parents.

My mother was nephilim, a powerful race who are supposedly the descendents of man and angel. The only picture I have of her shows she doesn't look much like me. She had brown wood like hair and darker skin than my own; she had long white wings slightly smaller than mine. However like me she had deep dark blue eyes and a petite almost fragile figure. I only knew of her what I had heard from my godmothers, she was kind, sweet, protective and... Even the voice in my head sounded broken. She loved my father.

But heavens knows why he was a sadistic creature intent on the use of black magic and demonic hostile take over's. Strictly speaking my dad was what supernatural's called a soul. Souls are creatures who believe that everything, living or not has a presence. Something that can talk and feel and listen, they come from a different dimension one of only two that our world can reach. The other is um another discussion for another time. So to cut a long story short my dad used his soul powers which included telepathy, reading the future and magic for evil. He murdered, stalked and destroyed others using dark arts to entrance others to do his will and eventually almost all the souls of his realm were under his spell. They even killed there own monarch and made him King. You might be wondering about what are the dark arts? Well I'll give you a clue think of all the energy you build up inside yourself when you are angry at someone. Imagine channelling that energy and turning it into spells curses things that make you do obscenely things. Its the energy my dad had, its the energy he passed on to me.

During his first attack on this world, the world I live in to day one of my fathers followers bought back a young nephilim girl they had captured. My father spared her life so that she may become one of his mistresses after all she was beautiful and something was different about her. Her name was Jeannine, my mother. Constantly my mother refused to be taken to my father's bed and for some reason he never pushed her to do so. He would weep when she shouted at him and send her gifts so that she may forgive him when he wronged her or her people, not that he ever stopped it all together. In just 3 months for some crazy reason he had fallen in love and for some reason the love became mutual. Mum became pregnant with me not long after. But things were not going well in other aspects of their life. A raging war had begun between the two worlds, souls, vampires, fey, the mere; elementals and even werewolves were at war. The supernatural world were enraged that a nephilim had mated with someone like my father. This continued well into my first year of life.

Not that I remember living in the world of souls or my beautiful mother. On my first birthday a battle took place at the palace where my mother and father lived. The nephilim royal family and the werewolf royal family had joined there forces and stormed the soul world, killing many innocents but by the time they got to me and my parents... my mother was d, dead. It was said that father, my father had stabbed her in the heart in a fit of rage. The soldiers then killed my father.