Spilling Our Blood

Chapter one: Childhood

I was born in Cambridgeshire, England on September 7, 1804. My mother died when i was very young. I don't know much things about her or who she was, I only had glimpses of what she would have looked like in the paintings and sketches my father had showed me when i came of age.

My mother died giving birth to me.

My father was a very good and wise man, he was a scientist, so i learned when i was three, and something that most middle aged people would love to imagine about these days....my father is a Pureblooded Vampire who's age surpassed every vampire i ever came to know and trust in my lifetime after my father.

My fathers name is Exavier Valerious Terrin, and my mothers name was

Vanessa Louisa Terrin.

My mother was his former assistant many years before i was ever born. She was human, but she was filled with experience, so i was told.

My father had been taking care of me all by himself ever since I came into this world, and had always cared me so very much for i was his only begotten child that he had treasured with his very life throughout his years.

My father was very intelligent and a wise man who was very known among many people, he even had his name and history written down in many books, those of which tell about other well known people in history.

My father must have been quite wealthy, for i lived with him through some of my childhood years before i was kidnapped in a preferably large, Victorian style mansion with nicely placed, admirable furniture, well arranged and clean guest rooms, crystal chandeliers and polished marble floors and walls.We even had red satin carpets and long silk curtains that seemed to block out sunlight most of the time.

My father had a laboratory he showed me, perfectly hidden behind a large, movable bookshelf. He allowed me to go into it any time i wanted when i was four, or five perhaps...i was old enough to know how to handle myself.

I saw many strange things like preserved insects, structures of animal skeletons...which were mainly birds, and reptiles preserved in jars with a sort of liquid in them, it was champagne, i thought, for it was clear, revealing the animal within.

Most of the things might have been quite disturbing for most children of my age, but they seemed to fascinate me more than scare me.

I must have been a strange child, for i was always curios about unusual things.

I was expected to be more ladylike, much like my mother, but I was the perfect portrait of my father, though his eyes were pitch black, mine are sapphire blue...that, i had from my mother.

When i was three, my father started to educate me, mainly in simple ways...like reading and writting. He would let me go out into our garden and either run around and chase things like butterflies and little birds, or bring things home and make that certain thing a pet or something to play with.

Most of those things were little animals, like garden birds and catterpillars, but if i was lucky, i could catch a bat and my father would happily agree on me keeping it...i would look after it of course.

Unlike most vampire children, i was immune to sunlight, for i was half human, i didn't have a vampires weaknesses...and that made me special in my fathers eyes.

I asked my father many questions, and he never really refused to answer them unless they concerned my mother. He would usually tell me things i didn't quite understand as a child, but of course, I've always remembered the things he had said.

At the age of five, i started going out on with my father into a small forest which was a few blocks away from my home, thats when i started to learn more about bigger animals that my father had about, which i listened to with two or three questions popping out after every word i didn't really understand.

The last time i remember we went there was when my father was teaching me how to climb trees, which was very enjoyable for me. I fell off branches numerous times, but of course, my father would always catch me on the way down. The trees weren't that tall, and not that hard to climb either.

At the end of the day, as i was about to get down the last tree, i asked my father,

" Father, would mother ever approve of me if she was still alive...i don't think she would", i said, looking up at my father, he wasn't especially tall, but he was just...the hight i could reach for.

My father looked at me, with an emotion i couldn't seem to read, and said, "I'm sure she would...she loves you very much", "but how do you know?" I asked with a little frown on my face, which was quite unseen. "I just know..."

So my father picked me up and cradled me in his arms for a moment, and lightly kissed my forehead, that made me smile, a sweet smile, because whenever he did that, it reminded me how much i was loved by someone...

So I began to walk home with him, and with my hand in his, as far as i can remember, it was the happiest moment of my entire life.