Aria

Well, dear reader, it is a pleasure that you’ve found me, a pleasure for you that is. My name is Lilianna, but you can call me Aria. I hate my name, even if it is all that I have left of my mother and father, other than a photograph. I hate to say this but, you will not like me. I’m hard to understand and my mind tends to wonder off and think of better things, the past type of things, but don’t worry I’ll try to stay here as you would wish.

Let me just say that living in a human world and posing as a human is one thing, but acting as one is another. I have lived here for eighteen years of my life, as of now I’m approaching nineteen and you are indeed of the best luck here. My life is about to play out before you in a series of events, chaotic events. Now I hope you wish me the best because once you’re dead, you’re dead. There is no coming back after your last breath.

Alright, well I assume that by now I should tell you more about myself before it all starts and I begin to rattle off on more boring things about dying and living.

My grandmother was a pure blooded Werewolf, and her family was sure to keep the blood pure over the years before her. They had separated mates and loved ones, to keep it pure and they intended to do the same with my grandmother. Yet she fell in love and found her mate, a Vampire, very much frowned upon. A Vampire wasn’t supposed to produce sperm, although catch where I said ‘supposed’. There was an Edward thing happening there…anyways, she gave birth to the first Hybrid in history.

Now their child grew into a beautiful young male, who lived off of food or blood of humans and animals, but he was part wolf and with that part, came a mate. The person he was destined to be with, but when she died in his arms, a mere mortal, he went to a Witch. With the Witches power in motion to save the ‘dead girl’, came a lot of magic, in which he was told that his child would bare the power of twenty witches. He saw nothing wrong with it at first, but after the baby was born he learned that the Witch had tricked him and the girl he thought had been his mate was a creature of disguise. It was yet a witch that coated herself in magic to pose as his human and trick his senses.

He let her live so that she could help care for his child, the first Quarta Estes. When the child grew the Witch was eager to see what it could do. Revealing to others the type of creature the girl was, making her a prize and the first and only Quarta. The Witch’s greed and power revealed to too many beings what the girl was, and before long people wanted the child dead, in order to protect the races. It was her fault that their child was almost murdered, but it was also her fault that she and her love died.

That is what happened to my parents, and I don’t want to hear you crying or thinking I’m an idiot, that I can’t be three, but when I was young my mother told me that my magic’s would come at my nineteenth year, and now I’m waiting for them.

I have the speed, agility, and strength of a werewolf and vampire. I don’t burn in the daylight, but it hurts my eyes like bad hangover and stings. I am not ‘allergic’ to silver nor am I to Holy water. I do however, have a set of enlarged canines and fangs, the fangs are the largest and they are right behind my canines. At some point in my life time, I will no longer age, an effect of the Werewolf and Vampire blood.

Alright, I’m bored with my life story at the beginning. I’m different, is that enough? Do I hold your interest, dear reader? I hope that my life doesn’t end, but let me warn you now. You will not like me, I’m not nice, and I do not understand people or life itself. There will be times you’re pissed as hell because I ‘choose the wrong guy’, or because I ‘chose the wrong side’. But please understand, I grew up with humans and their lifestyles, I can’t help that not all humans are smart or show me the way to go. Besides, if I always went the right way life wouldn’t be exhilarating.