Silver Lily

Introduction

As a reminder, this is a work in progress and I am currently going through and editing.

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There once was a time when I thought my life was complicated and everyone had it easier than me like the thoughts of everyone else in the world. That all changed one day, when I was out with my best friend and someone started stalking me.

Autumn and I realized that we were being followed and went down an alleyway. That's the beginning of every horror movie, it suited our situation. Autumn hid behind a dumpster while I waited for my stalker to approach. I considered my options: I could either confront this guy civilly, start with a few simple questions-- figure out what he wants-- or be the typical miss royal stubborn bitch everyone has come to know and love, depending on which side you were on, by destroying him on the spot. The rational side thought I should at least make it a fair game for his life, after all, I am a demon.

My parents aren't aware I know I am adopted. They haven't mentioned it, but neither have I. Nor do I plan on telling them unless needed, like most secrets of this world. Ignorance is bliss.

Today, is my 16th birthday, and my best friend Autumn Martin had taken me to go see a movie with sushi afterward. It was a tradition to have our birthdays celebrated that way since we were in 7th grade and finally allowed to go to the movies without our parents chaperoning.

When in 7th grade, we were walking to the sushi place from the movie when we were both pulled down this same alleyway. I thought we were going to die or be raped at least, and that was the intentions of our attackers. Little did I know, that would be a frequent recurrence in my life.

The guy who took hold of me threw me against the brick wall and stunned me. I felt small, like a Rat being swung against the glass before fed to a Rosy Boa. But then I saw it; I didn't really care that he was touching me or dragging me around like a rag doll. What got me extremely pissed, and knocked the fear out of me, was the sight of Autumns shirt being ripped off.

Seeing her eye swelling up from being hit and blood in the corner of her mouth only fueled that fire. That's when my vision started to tint red around the edges and I heard a growl escape from between my lips. My fear subsided, and the rage inside me took over. That was the night I learned I wasn't human. That was the night I did my first killings. That was when the Rat chewed through the Snake and escaped.

Like any sane person, Autumn was scared shitless, as was I. Not knowing who or what I was, but knowing I killed humans, I broke down crying and asked her what was wrong with me. She hugged me and told me everything was alright, that we would figure something out. Trying to protect her from myself, I tried pushing her away. She clung onto me with every ounce of strength, promising to be there every step of the way and through the years that's passed, she has kept that promise.

We went home that night after she convinced me that we should clean up and deserved sushi after what just went through and searched online for any explanations. 

We started typing in the Google search bar Vampirism, figuring I grew fangs and drank their blood, that would be our best bet. We knew that was ridiculous considering I was aging, I could walk in the sun and I always had extra garlic with my food. I was silly to think those stereotypes actually went along with the supernatural.

We then continued our research and found multiple hypothesis that never turned into theories like being a werewolf, shifter, and even faeries. The downfall of all that research, though, was that I fit in all of the categories, so how can I be any of them? We came to the conclusion I was some form of hybrid-freak-of-nature, thing. 

We were two 12-year-olds going through weird puberty crap, mine clearly weirder than hers, not some fancy-dancy high-class FBI research investigators.