{Supernatural heiress}ReaderxMinYoongi 18+ ON HOLD

A fathers pride

It didn't take long for you father to realize you were officially a vampire. You were growing like a normal human would, but you were faster and stronger. Out of anger he had tried to kill the witch but she had left in the blink of an eye leaving a message on the floor:

Don't believe what you think, believe what you see.

Your father had know what the old witch ment, and let vampire lore specialists come, these were the people that would know every little detail about the vampire past and present. It was clear to them you weren't a normal vampire baby, but then again, there weren't many vampire babies ever heard off. Many people advised to get rid of the girl, but the king didn't mind getting his servants killed by the hungry child. The first moment of pride aimed towards you had been when you were 6. The kingdom was being overrun by another werewolf clan. Your father always scared you and had given you strict instructions to stay put in your room, but as the devilish infant you were, you decided to do differently. Your favorite plushy in hand, which funnily enough was a werewolf dragging behind you, you might had loved it, but taking care of it wasn't your thing.

As you heard male and females scream you looked around you with observing eyes, seeing blood splattered on the walls of what you knew as home. You followed the sounds leading to the throne room, and pushed the door open with a flick of your finger, many man had to use their entire strength to open the door. You stood in the door opening, not moving your head and only using your eyes to look around. You looked pale, and innocent. Long (H/C) braids on both sides of your face, falling over your shoulder, piercing (E/C) eyes soaking up the scene sprawled out in front of you. As your eyes finally fell upon the man near the throne, getting bitten on every part of his body, screaming in agony he noticed you: ''NO -- (Y/N) RUN, NOW''
As the attackers looked at the child and back at the king they realized they found the heir, three people remained holding your father down as you stood there in silence, not moving. The others in the room kept quiet, wanting not to frighten the child. A nice looking man, must have been around his 50's walked slowly towards you.
''Hello dear, don't be scared, we won't harm you''
Your eyes remained the same color, as you father had always insisted not to let anyone see the true colors in them. You slowly turned your head towards the man.
''What do you want with papa?''
The man laughed a bit
''Papa has been naughty, so he needs punishment''

Your eyes shifted back to you father, seeing them walk up to him with silver stakes. Not knowing what exactly happened except the focus you were holding, people flew against the walls and were unable to move as they stared at the child in the door opening standing still. The only other person in the room not flying against the walls, was your father. He smiled at you, which was a first and you gave him a closed mouthed smile back. ''(Y/N) dear, come to me'' he held out his hand and with your plushy still dragging behind you, walked towards him. Even as a child you didn't know what fatherly love was, but this was something special in your child like brain. You grabbed his hand and he turned you around facing back to the room.
''Look at this (Y/N)''
You looked around the room, seeing the man squirm against the walls, as if they were being held by invisible people or a force.
''You did this dear''
Your muscles tightened, not knowing whether this was a good or bad thing. Your dads hands tightened around your tiny shoulders as he leaned in to your ear.
''I am so proud of you''
The warm feeling that spread around your body made you feel powerful, as your eyes turned blood red and your fangs shot out.

''WHAT IS SHE'' The man that had approached you before screamed out in horror, it made your father laugh.
''If I'm not wrong, she will be the future'' he smirked at the man.
''Now (Y/N), I want you to try and kill them'' as you heard this you wanted to sprint and bite them all, anything your father wanted, but he stopped you.
''wait''
''I want you to try and kill them with your mind, not those idiotic fangs''
You looked confused towards your father, a shiver running over your spine.
''how?'' the tiny whisper escaped your mouth.
''How did you do this?'' your father asked whilst he signaled around the room to the screaming men.
''I-i, thought--''
''Then think more, think about killing them with your mind''
Your eyes looked around the room, as you tried to shift the focus back
''Die, I want you to die, just die'' you tried to think it but it wasn't working, you grew frustrated.
A hiss escaping your lips.
''Don't think about anything, just how you want them to die, lets try looking at one'' You father grabbed your hand and put you in front of one of the man hanging there. You looked at him for a little, observing the scene in front of your eyes.
''fire''
In a second you jumped backwards as the scream of the man filled the room, burning up from the feet down setting his entire body on fire. You looked at it in ah, not grasping the situation fully. Your father laughed maniacally as he clapped his hand, making you smile.
''My dear, papa is so proud of you, do you want to try more?''
You smiled and nodded, you would never say no to him. He took you from one to another, asking you to try different things as you did, this was fun to you. When you finally stood in front of the last man he spoke in a hurry:
''She isn't normal, she will doom us all, people will hear about this, a VAMPIRE child with POWERS is not supposed to exist''.
You turned your head to look up at your father, not realizing what the man was speaking about, as he looked back at you with love in his eyes he spoke:
''She is not supposed to exist, but she will, she will be my greatest weapon''.
You smiled happily ''Now dear, if you could break every bone in his body for me, I will have him escorted to the dungeon, I need to know what his kingdom is planning''.
Within seconds you responded, focusing on his ribs, cracking them one by one. People who would have seen you, must have thought you were psychotic, the magic that was used was pure. But the eyes and face that were using them, was everything but.

After the incident your father had decided to keep you a secret, as long as no one knew about you, no kingdom could be prepared. He ordered many witches to come live in the castle to learn you all about magic, he thrived in the idea how powerful you could become, if a 6-year old could do this amount of damage without even knowing she had the power, how strong would she be if she did know.

On your 14th birthday he had given you a very well known book with spells for your birthday, you noticed over the years he had grown fond of your witch side, but not the vampire one, so you tried to hide that as much as possible. One of the spells was to slow down someones aging, and when your father visited your room a year later to ask about the spells in the book, you put  2 and 2 together. What he had given you wasn't a gift, it was to safe his own ass. You had cast the spell on him and as a reward he would give you all the books or humans you wanted, it wasn't the deal you wanted, but you took it anyway.

When you turned 25 you noticed you hadn't changed since your 19th, which made you happy. There had always been that fear that you would just continue to age, or stop aging when you turned 80-- how awkward would that have been.

Stories had come out over the years about the secret princess locked up in the castle, which made you feel like a real hide away princess. But as more and more years passed, you had become a myth, which made you feel empty and alone. At this point you had lived many human lives, too many to keep track of, if someone asked you, you wouldn't even know what year it was.

Multiple human lives had passed as you neatly followed your witch classes, werewolf fighting training and controlling your strength and blood lust, all of them being too easy and boring for your liking. The classes that followed after were to prepare you for princess life, not that you would ever need it. You had to follow some for dancing, how to behave and respond. Life was boring, every time you stared at the window you wished the old hag had never tuned you into an immortal being, 

what is life actually worth--if you don't live it?