Prologue

In the name of whats all holy! Why, oh just freaking why does it have to be today?

Out of seven days of the week, or thirty off days of the month, today just had to be the day. Freaking vampyres and their wicked, wild emotions. As a human, I should cower in fear, and vampyres should attack. Just. LIke. Usual.

But nooo. He had to be a bloody black haired boy with inncoent pouting black eyes that just begged me to do what he asked. He's godforsaken party. His big 300th birthday. How do you write that on a card?

Dear insert-name-here

Happy 300th birthday
May you life, um, Existance be filled with joy, um, bloodshed.

Sincerly, human Ella.

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Yeah... Like, that's just perfect.

And not to mention that it's friday, the 30th and there's a fullmoon to be awakened. I really, really . want to be stuck in a vampyre Versus werewoft brawl.

I. Am. Human. I am switzerland.

There's a highly possible chance that my mother is an assassin, my father another assassin. But the way they look at each other, hidden motives behind their eyes, I know their relationship is much like that movie, Mr and Mrs Smith. Neither know who or what each other are, and what they've gotten themselves into. Oh, and just that tiny hint when we go on long excersions together. Where each of them seemed to want a day alone with me, so I can learn to fight and shot a gun. They picked up on my natural instincts, but little did they know, I was just taught all sorts of ways to use myself.

My best-friend is werewoft. My not-so-secret secret admirer is a pixie, hmhm, faerie. Oh, and my so called 'lover slash pouting vampyre' is a vampyre, who cries and whines like tomorrows ending. And I still don't know his name.

Oh, and just because he's 300 don't mean anything. In reality, he's 3 years old and begs for attention.

Arranged marriages suck.