PROLOGUE -
It was 1864 and I had just been killed by my own father. Screwed up isn't it? Luckily for me a woman named Katherine, who my brothers were completely in love with, had been feeding me her blood for weeks. I had, none the less, become a vampire, but the only down side was that I had already been a Witch and unfortunately for me I had just been given Aconite. Which turned a human, when I was one, into a werewolf. I now had all three supernatural types in my blood and if that wasn't enough the mixture caused the gene to mutate and make me into some kind of super powerful, uncontrollable, freak.
Katherine had been in love with both of my brothers, but had taken the time to get to know me as well. According to her I reminded her of the daughter she lost and she just couldn't let me die. It wasn't in her nature. Katherine had been giving me her blood to confirm that there was no way I could die and leave her and I, willingly, accepted it.
We were now on the run from my father who was trying to kill all of the vampires and who had successfully killed both of my older brothers. The bastard was willing to kill his own children just to get rid of some vampires. Katherine and I had to get out of here. We had to save ourselves. My brothers were dead and there was nothing we could do.
So off we went. Into the night and forced out of Mystic Falls, our home, my home, but this was just a small price to pay for the chance at immortality. I would miss my brothers and mourn there loss, but I would be doing them no favor by letting myself be killed. I had to leave for them and for Katherine. She was my family now.