"Is this me, or just another illusion"

Its a bit boring in the begging but it gets better trust me so please be kind its my first fanfic so read & review thxs...

Chapter One

It was foretold long ago that a supreme being would be born and bring balance to the chaos of this earth. A being with powers no one could ever imagine having within their grasps. Who would have thought that my parents would be lucky enough to creat that being.

It was 1936

My father Jonathan Saintclaire was a warrior for the vampire king, him being a vampire aswell, found pride in what he did. After centuries of being the warrior everyone expected, Jonathan grew tired of not having what everyone had. A family. Someone to love and them loving him back.

After thinking about his life long and hard Jonathan decided he needed a change. And so he left the safety of the kingdom, in search for his one true mate.

It has been forty years that Jonathan has searched long and hard and still nothing, no sign what so ever about that one women that is pre-destined to become his mate.

Jonathan had bought himself a blue victorian style house on the outskirts of D.C. One morning after going for his morning run (vampires can stand the sun in this story just to clarify for you my readers), he heard a moan coming from the alley to his right.

Being who Jonathan was his curiosity got the better of him so he decided to investigate. Walking into the alley he sensed that another vamp was also in the alley, but not just the vamp was there he could also sense the aura of a witch.

After hearing another moan that came from the witche's mouth it wasn't one of pleasure, but of pain. Jonathan launched himself onto the back of the other vamp in hopes he would let go of the witch. Tackling him to the ground Jonathan made easy work with the vamp, by twisting his neck and ripping it from his shoulders.

Walking over to the witch Jonathan picked her up and made his way back to his house. Tending to her wounds Jonathan could not stop thinking about how beautiful this witch was. My father couldn't bring himself to stay away from her.

Rebecca had no were to go and her only option was to stay with this vamp that seemed to be nice enough to save her and not only that but offer her safety in his home. Rebecca was not only a witch but and angel at that.

Her being treated like a freak from birth just because she was from different races. Her father and angel and mother a witch she was looked upon as a nobody. And running away seemed like the only option she had.

After turning twenty and living like an outcast she was free only to end up like a vamp's snake in an alley.

Rebecca and Jonathan got along pretty well after she had decided to stay. They became fairly aware of one anothers feelings after the first year. Now three years later here are Rebecca and Jonathan married and expecting their first child together.

The year was 1989 when I was born, my name is Rozalie Marie Saintclaire. The night i was born just happened to be the worst storm D.C has had in years. After my birth my parents didn't really know what exactly was I. I could just have vampire traits or witches or just angels for that matter. But no just my luck i get all three in one combo. haha. lucky me right. Not.

Right after my birth my mother never returned to her old self. Sure she was the same but she had caught an illness, she somehow new she didn't have time left. So after my birth Rebecca a.k.a "mom" decided to teach me everything she new and the stuff she didn't she wrote it down on her journal.

Its 1992 im about three years old and the brightest child you'll ever meet according to my parents. Me being three and having all the knowledge I had just didn't seem normal, so my parent's had come to the conclusion that I had been gifted with all of the vampire, witch, and angel traits.

Once i turned four my mother past away, and my father was devastated. But knowing my mother wouldn't like seeing him wollow in his sorrow my dad sucked it up and taught me all he knew.

By the age of five i already knew the ancient language of the original vampires. Thanks to my daddy ofcourse and english fluently. I already had most of my powers down which consisted mostly about my vampire side.

At age ten I had memorized my mother's potion and spell casting book she had left me before she past away. Not only was I advanced as a witch but my vampire traits also showed off. I was faster, stronger, able to teleport, and I only had to drink blood every three month's.

I guess I have to thank my witch and angel side for being able to eat all the crap I stuff into my mouth. About my angel side it hasn't really showed its face yet, but I guess I have time right im only ten.

It has been thirteen years since i was ten and so much has happened. Adding to the ancient and english language i have also learned russian, french, and italian. My father also put me in all the self defense and martial art classes known to man. If I said I knew how to defend myself well it would be an understatement. Im also proud to say im graduating from college as a sign language teacher for first graders.

"Come on Anya get your ass out here where are going to be late to Charles party" my friend Rachael yelled from down stairs. After graduation and going to dinner with my father, Rachael had insisted on going to Charles graduation party later tonight.

I know I had said my name was Rozalie Marie in the beginning and it is but thanks to my witch side and threats me and my father have been receiving since my mothers death, well i have been forced to use an illusion. Giving me the apperance of a tall blonde with light blue eyes. Instead of my normal brown almost black hair and green eyes.

Having the apperance of being blonde with blue eyes me and my father decided to make up a name with it so that's how Anya came to be.

Running down the stairs was a mission with my heels but i managed. Meeting Rachael at the bottom i said goodbye to my father and left to go have some well deserved fun. "Be good girls and Anya if you drink to much call me so i can go pick you up ok." "Yes daddy I'll call you if I need a lift."

My dad knew that drinking didn't do much to us immortals but he still had to play the part of worried father in the presence of humans. If i ever needed to get drunk I'd have to down at least three or four bottle of russian vodka since that's the only drink that seemed to do any kind of damage to me.

Once we got to the party well let me tell you it was all just one big ass blur, alot of dancing, drinking, making out with random people so on and so forth. It was around three in the morning when I had had enough of this and decided to go home. Rachael met up with her boyfriend some time during the party so she said he would take her home.

I didn't have much to drink at the party so i felt relatively fine. Raching my house how ever was a whole different thing...

the next chapters will be longer but please read & review hope u like it... it'll get better promise