Bloody

Family History.

I found out the woman's name was Freya. Her name sounded soft and angelic but I sadly discovered she had non of those qualities.

I spent most of my time training with her. I remembered the basic of fighting, so I didn't get my ass kicked so much.

Freya fought with so much strength and anger towards me, that I believed she had a grudge against me.

I focused my mind once again on the fight, trying to block her blows and her kicks.

But sadly enough I was too slow to dodge her next kick and i felt the impact of her knee against my stomach.
I fell to the ground and I immediately frowned at the smirk on her face.

But being a vampire, I hardly felt the pain. I stood faster than any human, faked a left kick and while she was distracted, I punched her face.

It was satisfying. But my victory did not last long, we were distracted by Travis' presence. At least I was, she merely spared him a glance and turned to kick me hard.

Her kick sent me flying and my back hit the wall. I groaned in pain.

Vampire or no vampire healing, that hurt like hell.

She walked to me and all the bitch said was. "Never get distracted in battle".

Gosh, I freaking hated her. I stared at her as she walked out, leaving Travis and I alone.

"You are improving". Travis stated.

That's weird, he has never seen me practice. Too bad he saw me when I was getting my ass kicked.

"Why do you want me to train this much. Vanessa never endured this much training".

"You always forget, you are Vanessa".

True

I was about to interrupt, when he continued.

"My father is bringing a war. He believes Turned have tainted the world with their presence".

"Your father? His still around?" If Travis father is still alive, then surely he should be here.

Travis moved closer to me, his hand gentle traced my face and for a second I was contented. He smiled and the light inside me bloomed.

"He is, unfortunately. Of course Lucien left the story telling to me".

He sighed and continued. "It all began with a love story as it always does. A love story between a goddess and a mere mortal. The man Ezra was a hunter, he hunted predators, carnivores that terrorized the village and sacrificed to the goddess of the wild Xeophera.

Xeophera loved humans and his devotion to her and so she manifested as a human and they fell in love.

The other gods were angered at the fact Xeophera loved humans, but she falling in love with a human angered them more. 

So together, they placed a curse on their child, making him the very thing the father hunted.

Mondriel they called him, meaning the cursed child.

The curse could only be activated if Mondriel taste the blood of his father. For twenty one years he kept his hunger at bay, until a night when he had a glimpse at his father's wounded arm.

That night Mondriel killed his father and he became the first vampire alive. Mondriel killed and turned so many humans in his state of madness.

Xeophera heartbroken from loosen her lover and son, searched for a cure for her son.

She did not have enough powers to reverse the curse but she found a loophole.

An anchor. A person to grand his state of mind, to prevent the madness from taking over. She became an anchor to her son, the first anchor.

After Modriel realized what he had done, he made it his mission to hurt and kill every human he turned. He killed them all except one".

"Lucien". I interrupted. My sire is the direct descendent of Modriel.

"Yes. For some reason my father did not end his life".

"So your father wants to kill every vampire that was turned. What about your grandmother,won't she stop him?" I wasn't even going to dwell on the fact that gods exist. At this point nothing surprises me anymore.

"My grandmother would never get in between her son and grandson. She can never pick sides.

"Not even if your life depends on it" I asked.

"Am more powerful than you think. Allow me to continue my story".

I smiled at him and tried to listen.

"After my father killed all his turned, he father a child. Me".

"But you see, not even this child could escape the curse. This child's power was dark. He was not granted the power to heal or to bring joy but instead he was granted the power to cause unimaginable pain and death".

I felt a shiver run through my body, but for some reason I couldn't explain, i wasnt scared.

"That child was you, wasn't it?" I found myself asking, moving closer to him.

"Yes". He simple said as he closed the distance between us.

My hands slowly moved to his face, and as I touched him, i felt a raw connection.

No, it was more than that.

My hands lighted up like a Christmas light and yet i still wasn't scared, and by the way he looked at me I could tell he wasn't scared and neither was I.

I could feel his worries, his fear and his anger like it was my own, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was absorbing his emotions.

All that anger, all the darkness, was slipping into my body.

As I adjusted my hands trying to be closer to him, I realized that we had being looking at each for what felt like hours but in reality was only minutes.

I blinked and took a step back, and the spell was broken.

As I breathed in, the darkness I absorbed disappeared, as if never existing.

I sighed in relief that it was over. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortably and weird for me.

I could see Travis was not in the daze anymore and unlike me who was confused he seemed to know exactly what just happened.

What the hell.

"What just happened? It felt like I was absorbing so much darkness. I was wasn't I"? I asked, clearly confused.

"This is why you are my anchor Vanessa. Without you I would loose control of my powers and kill people, my people and yours to".

I didn't know what to say to that. What do you say to a guy who admits to you that he is a murderer.

"Being a vampires anchor is psychological. Someone to hold your shields when the vampire darkness takes over. Because it is not something a vampire can fight forever. Not even strongest vampire can fight it for long".

Travis squeased his hands and I could tell he was angry again. So I listened.

"Not even my father could fight it. That's our curse".

I didn't know what to say to that