Hello readers! Welcome to my fourth Fic ever! Yay! I hope you know that this Fic will switch perspectives during some chapters, from our protagonist Darro, who will have his part in first person, to Leah, who will have her part in third. Well, I hope you enjoy this, even though this chapter is kind of short. Oh, well, read on!
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Acceptance. Ha. I laugh at that word, it is a feeling I believe i9 will never get to experience, for I am neither a vampire nor werewolf. I'm both, and I fucking hate it. All my life I have been doomed to live as neither one nor the other and to be accepted by one would be a complete miracle. Being what I am, I feel that it may kill me some day. Monsters like me just weren't meant to exist.
Until I was sixteen, my werewolf part was the most dominant, and amongst other werewolves I would have probably been deemed "normal." But on that sixteenth birthday, my vampiric blood began to shine through, and I began to change into more of a vampire. I remember the pain I felt when I Changed, that raging, searing pain, how I tried to scream but nothing happened, how I wanted to wake from that terrible nightmare, and how when I awoke, with that everlasting pain then fading to a dull memory, how I felt my senses heightened even more, how I found myself in a place I didn't recognize, I had awakened in a vast forest and I presumed I had been abandoned to lie there and rot. I remember when I saw my reflection for the first time after the Change; I had stared into that puddle of water believing it was a different person. My eyes that were normally a bright green were now blood red and my face was now irresistibly handsome. My sun-kissed tan skin had remained the same but had somehow seemed more attractive like my other features. I had Changed, but for the first time you could see my mixed blood shine through.
I remember the first thing I felt in this new life, I was hungry, ravenous, and I almost looked tasty to myself. I remember that first hunt as both a vampire and a werewolf; I remembered how good that blood tasted in comparison to the flesh. I wanted more than just meager helping of blood. But as I ate that last bit of flesh off the corpse, I knew that deep inside I wanted to feast upon a human. With those thoughts I knew that I was no more than a monster and I had opened my eye to the fact that I was damned.
I couldn't believe anyone, not since the day I was reborn. I felt like the whole world had closed on me. I had no home to call my own, nothing I could fall back on now or nothing I could move forward to. I never thought what little I had would slip away, but it was just a little too late to think that now. All that I was before is now shards of broken memories too small to grasp onto. But that yesterday is over, I've changed since then, and no matter what I wish, I can't go back. Those lost memories may haunt my dreams now, but to gain them back would be like trying to catch smoke with bare hands, it would be impossible.
For a few months, I was living in the wild, moving through forest after forest. Little did I know I was heading right toward my destiny, my instinct guiding my way. I would end up in Forks, Washington, where my immortal life would lose its way, and find it's meaning for existence…
I didn't know what was going to happen to me in Forks, and I didn't know that was where I would change again…
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What did you think? I personally think Darro is a little too familiar to other OCS I have in other Fics (like Icaris from The Black Rose and Storii from Missing Shards Of Me.) But does that really matter? Anyway, about his name, it's elfish for "Death's Messenger," thought you might want to know that. Anyway, PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW!! Or else…