A/N: The only Characters I own are Chrichelle, and the barely present Elora. I'm just borrowing everyone else.

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We've been given many names over the centuries. Werewolf, warg, shape shifter, and Lycan to name a few. Lycan is the name my father coined for us centuries ago. Back when all of this began. Our history, as well as the history of Vampires, is well enough known that I shall not bother to delve into it. I write to shed light upon my story. I have been roaming this planet for near on 1500 years now. Forced to live a rather lonely and painful existence.

My father, William, was the first Lycan. Marcus, my uncle, the first vampire. What is not said in history books or fairytales, is that though the vampires chose not to follow suit, my father took role of King over the Lycans. My mother, the queen. Every kingdom needs an heir. Both of our kinds are capable of reproducing, and that is just what my parents did, and they named me Chrichelle. Immortal or not, my mother died in childbirth. My father was heartbroken, but never once seemed to blame me for her death. Yet naught a year later, he took a new bride, my stepmother Elora. I never once called her anything but her name. And I was never expected to. Two years later, Elora brought him a son, my half brother Lucian.

Growing up for Lucian and I was as normal it could be for us while living in a castle and secretly being Lycan. Lucian and I would wander the streets of our town and play with the other kids, pretending that we were just like them. There was one boy, Aro, that my brother and I always hung around with. He was 4 years older than I was, but never acted it. The three of us were 'joined at the hip' to coin the modern phrase. We carried on in in this way up until I was 17, when Aro and I grew closer together, leaving Lucian out. Nothing upset Lucian more than our union. He became ruthless and let his anger rule over him. But Aro and I rarely noticed. We would spend whole days together, wandering the countryside. I fell in love with him, and he with me. Neither of us cared about our differences. Me being what I was, and he being egotistical and obsessed with making the best future for him, for us. We would spend our days wondering how we could possibly make things work. I did not yet know how to turn him into a Lycan, and feared the reaction from my father if I dared ask.

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One evening after I had returned from a day spent with Aro, Lucian barged into my room in a fit of anger.

"How could you choose that MORTAL over me, Chrichelle? It isn't right! Even if he was turned it still wouldn't be. You know the plans I have for us. How we will wed and rule our kind side by side. We are the first immortal children. You and I should rule. Not you and that whelp," he hissed. I could see his anger pulsing through his veins. Anger began rushing through my own veins.

"Lucian, how dare you tell me what to do! You have no right to do so." I seethed, barely containing my anger. "I love Aro, not you. I would never marry you. Remember that Lucian."

After I spoke these words, his expression made me think for a moment that he would strike me. But instead, he turned on his heel, and stormed out of my room. This worst reaction possible when it came to Lucian. It meant that he was off to plan something diabolical. And I feared that it involved Aro.

I quickly grabbed my cloak, jumped out of my window, and ran to find Aro.

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I ran as fast as I could in my meager human form. But it was dangerous to change in the village. And I didn't want to risk any delays in finding Aro. When I neared his families land, a voice filled the fields with a horrible scream, followed shortly by another. My blood ran cold. I knew those voices. They belonged to his parents. I ran even faster for fear that soon I would hear Aros scream. When I approached their cottage, I did not even pause to open the door, I just broke it to pieces and ran inside. I was filled with an uncontrollable anger at the sight I saw. A man I had never seen before was standing over Aro, with claws, not hands, dug into his neck, preventing him from screaming. I pulled him off of Aro, and lifted him about a foot or more off the ground.

"Who are you!" I hollered at the top of my lungs, making the man wince. When he didn't answer, I repeated my question, digging my own fingers into his neck, causing small beads of blood to drip out. He remained silent, and in my fury, I snapped his neck.

As my anger subsided, I turned to Aro to see he was bleeding badly from his neck. I ripped his shirt off of him, and wrapped it around his neck to try and stop the bleeding.

"I'm going to bring you to my father in hopes that he will save you," I whispered into his ear as I carried him out of the house.

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When I returned to the castle, I lay Aro in my bed, and ran to fetch my father, who was sitting in the study with Lucian.

He must have seen the horror and pain on my face, for he stood imediatly and and ask, "What is it? What is wrong?"

"It's Aro! You have to save him, please! Change him father, please." I pleaded to my fathers cold face, "Please."

"Why not just fix him then keep him mortal so you can have him as your pet Chrichelle," Lucian sneered, obviously still bitter.

"Stay out of this Lucian," I spat at him. When the only reply I got back was a smug smile, I walked over to him and punched him square in the nose, knocking him onto his ass.

"Children!" my father bellowed, "Enough! Take me to him Chrichelle. Lucian, stay here. I will deal with you later." I smiled inside at Lucians face, this was clearly not the responce he wanted.

To this day I still do not know if he planned on saving him, because when we reached my room, Aro was no longer in my bed. A blood trail led to my open window. We ran to it and looked out, but saw nothing.

"Lucian must have had a hand in this," I said without looking at my father. Tonight seemed destined to be a night filled with anger, for it took over me once again.

"LUCIAN!" I hollered at the top of my lungs, "Lucian! What did you do with him!" I screamed as I walked into the study.

"I did nothing, Chrichelle. My hands are completely clean in this whole mess." he said, staring at me as if wondering what was going on.

For once in my life, I believed Lucian. I fell to the ground weeping. Wondering what happened to Aro. My Aro. Where had he gone?

"Perhaps it is for the best, my darling," my father whispered to me as he knelt beside me, "You would not want the man you love to suffer this curse, would you?"

"But that's just it father, I love him. If I have to live forever, I want it to be spent with him. And no one else," I replied, looking at Lucian during the last part.

"I fear your beloved Aro will die Chrichelle," Lucian whispered. I almost believed in the sorrow in his voice.

I looked up at my father, and saw no sympathy in his face. Pain and anger swept through me. How could he not care that the man I love has probably died by now? How could he not care that my heart feels like it is breaking?

I stood up, dried my tears, and made the biggest decision of my life. I knew there was no hope for Aro now. As much as it broke my heart. My only chance at living a decent life was to leave. Leave my home, family, and everything I knew. I would become a gypsy. A nomad.


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I would LOVE to ease any possible pain there could be about Aro fate, but I certainly won't give out any secrets. You'll just have to wait for the next chapters, won't you?