Love In The Shadows

Chapter One: The Beginning

A/N: So, I don't know if I should publish this. But, oh well. I'm not the best writer in the world and this is my first story that I actually have pondered thoroughly on and I want to start writing it. I have written smut, fluff, and one-shots in the past but never a real story with plot and characters. So please bare with me. I promise to make it worth it in the end. I hope yall will be able to enjoy this story, and I also hope to enjoy writing it, and for those who don't want to stick around or criticize in a negative way, it's fine. Hate on my writing will not affect me because I'm not good at it, and I don't care what people think about as long as I like it. Like Andy once said ~Stand up for what you belive in, even if that means standing alone. I'm sorry for the longish A/N so I'll shut up now and leave yall with the first chapter/epilogue. 

It's currently 7 p.m., the skies are dark, the sound of thunder rumbles through the sky, and it calms my thoughts of everything that has happened to me in my life. I roll down the car window, letting the cold droplets of rain caress my face. I'm so oblivious to what Jessica is saying to me. She has always been the complete opposite of me, her life has always been perfect, she gets and does whatever the hell she wants. She's never suffered, you could say I envied her. Meanwhile, my life has been complete hell, haha literally, but that's besides the point. The name is Raven Winters and I'm 18. At the age of 15 people expected so much of me, to do and succeed at what they wanted me to become, The Prophecy, leader and heart of the vampires. HA!! 

Let's start there at that point of my life. I never asked to be appointed the charge of being The Prophecy. So many things, so many feelings and decisions could have been avoided if I wasn't who I was. As a child, growing up in Velder: the secret underground society and community of vampires, was difficult. I grew up as an orphan, but never really put much thought into my loss of parents, beacuse you can't miss something that you never had. That was only the beginning, because as I grew up everyone saw me as, different. Not just because I was an orphan and at that time I didn't know if the way they looked at me was good or bad, but that was something I would later find out for myself. 

When I was nine, I started to experience changes, my eyes became purple when at times, a strong desire for blood developed (only teenagers started to develop the desire), and I developed the best skills, at Amethyst the vampire academy, such as combat, magic, auras, telekinesis, and other things in between. The kids would tell me how cool it must have been to be me, and I honestly didn't care. I didn't understand the severity of whta all that mean, but could you blame me. But, the adults were the complete opposite around me. Some looked at me with pity, others with remorse, dissapointment, and then there were those who worshipped the ground I walked on and they would call me "Helliot." That's who I was to them, Helliot, and every child had heard the stories. Stories that were real prophecies to the adults. The prophecy stated that there would be someone of pure, vampire descendance who would be the most powerful vampire over any other, and one day would have to prove themselves to protect not just the world of vampires, but including the human race, from The Shadows. The vampire from the prophecy would have purple eyes, carry the traditional mark, would have heightened skills, develop skills no vampire can control: telekinesis, concilium, pyrokinesis, transmutation, and the most important skill descensum. But, most importantly this vampire would be unlike any other. Vampires are half demons that have descended from the darkest parts of hell. Sentient creatures that have traded their soul and therefore become a soul less, dead being, but Helliot would be a fallen angel, half demon and half angel. Helliot was in a past life a rebellious angel cast out from heaven, and would some day be reborn into another body, and would then once and for all finish, "The Shadows." So, people expected me to be Helliot, their ultimate saviour, but I wasn't even sure if I was who they said I was. But, my feeling didn't change the fact that they would ony see me as Helliot. At my young age I didn't understand what it meant. I later understood it meant, "Hell-raiser" someone who thrives in the chaos they create. All a hell-raiser left behind was destruction, and confusion. A hell-raiser is never able to regret anything or feel anything. It was amusing to me as to how The Prophecy called the vampire or me, raiser of hell, but yet they were an angel and had lived in Heaven until they were cat out. How ironic that they were once God's favourite.