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I smiled at myself as I stood silently in front of the mirror before me. I had indeed changed and become the gothic beauty now envisioned before me. Standing 5"7 with a slender yet shapely figure, I was envied by every one I knew.
My skin was now as white as snow, but I was nowhere near as pure. But, considering everything wasn't that to be expected? Everyone calls me Red now and I live up to that name. My sleek black hair is now tinted with heavy red streaks, off set against my constant cherry red lipstick and blood red nails. I barely recognise my former self as I admire my attire. My red silk corset, tight laced to perfection with black ribbon, a short red skirt covered in chains, taffeta underneath. A fully fitted black leather coat that cost thousands and four-inch stilettos - hardly the dull book work anymore am I?
I am envied. I am feared. Oh yeah, And I'm a Blood Witch.
The strongest blood witch that this generation has ever seen. I am the single most powerful witch alive and do my ancestors proud as I continue their legacy.
Of course I grew up knowing none of this. Knowing nothing of witches, and magick and my heritage. I did not know my father was the most feared and evil witch of his time - or that he killed my mother, burning her and her lover alive. However when you are accused of being your father's daughter by those you love the most………well black and white blends into shades of grey, as did who I was. Now I'm daddies girl living with him and my half brother Killian in his New York town house come mansion. Now 3 years since that night…Life couldn't be better.
