Fangs and Hearts

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So, let's begin. My name is Eliza and I am a fifteen year old half vampire half witch, I know that this sounds really desperate, but I didn't come up with this! Do you remember everything you've read in books or seen on tv about vampires, witches and stuff? Great! Now you can forget it all. Real life is nothing like the fiction books and movies, it is less romantic and also way less exciting. I would like to have a steaming hot Damon or a sweet and glistering Edward on my side, but I geuss 'one musn't ask for too much' as my aunt Whilma would say. Hold on, I'm getting a bit of the point here, so, are you done forgetting? Good, in the real world vampires are able to procreate with al kinds, I'm talking about humans, witches, werewolf an vampires of course. When a half human, witch, werewolf or whatever is born, he or she will grow just like a normal witch, human, werewolf ir watever would, until they're fully grown. For me it will only take 25 years I hope, I will stay young forever! There is this one downfall about crossbreading with a male vampire, chances of the mother surving are small. You can geuss how my mother died. This makes that I am the only vampire/witch in our intire colony, which means that there is nobody to guede me trough being a witch since there is no 'how to be a witch' section in the library. Oh, you must wonder what the heck I was talking about when I said colony. A colony is a large group of vampires with one leader, they often see each other as family, every colony has its own symbol and colour, our symbol is a rose and the colours are black and red (my dad is one of the first vampires and the leader of our colony, he had the first pick in colours) so everyone in our colony wears some sort of jewerly with a black rose on a red background. Mine is a medalion, it's a thin black chain with a silver medalion, on the front it's black with a red rose and inside of it there is a picture of my mother. I am not the only kid in our colony, there are others, but they're just a bunch of bitching anus', for some reason my dad never noticed that, until the day tables got turned.