Prologue
Serena locked the door behind her as she entered her inheritance: A huge mansion that had been in her family for centuries. Serena Quinn had no family. She lost it all when she was 7. Her parents were murdered as with the rest of her family. The murders were never solved and Serena was put into a foster home. Serena didn't like big houses, she had been living in an apartment for five years, but she had no choice but to accept what was given to her. She'd lived in a foster home since she was 7 up until she was 19. Her foster mother had died a year ago so that was the last of her family. She had no one. She was 24 years old and still hadn't found love. Sure she'd been with lots of guys, some had even proposed, but they were all missing something that she needed. She was single at the moment. She had a job at the museum downtown. She had gone from an orphan to vice-president of the Oakland museum of History and the arts. Personally she hated her job, she got good money but all she did was sit behind a desk all day. She wanted to be a history teacher but got lead by her foster-mother into another direction. She loved to learn but had a passion for the mythological creatures, and the supernatural. But those things had no place in the world today and she stuck to the wars and such things. Her new home looked like something from the supernatural. Like some princess or witch should live here. She didn't belong in this place. It scared her. But strangely she felt at home in this place like it was part of her blood and it was. The house had been vacant for almost 20 years and it looked it. She had opened up the only rooms she would need: kitchen, bathroom, office, bedroom, and a living/dining room. One day she would explore this house, learn its secrets, master it's challenges, but like she said, one day. As soon as she had learned of her fortune, she had been ransacked with offers to sell her mansion. But she couldn't, if she did then all the secrets of her family would be lost, and there were right many of them. This house was the key to unlocking her past. She remembered her real vaguely but she did remember something that was said to her. "You are so special Serena. One day you will learn how special you are," said mother in her mind. Sadly, her parents were murdered that night and she was still waiting for that one day. Lots of people said she was special. All the guys said she was the most beautiful creature they had ever laid their eyes on. Everybody else said she was special because of her mind and her good heart. She stood to about 5"2 weighing in at 125 lbs. She nicely sized breasts and her smile would knock you dead. She had pale blue eyes, the color of the sky, and hair the color of fresh straw. She had ruby red lips and smooth silky pale skin. She looked like something out of a fairy tale but there was something dark about her. If you ever saw her you would see that something dark was hiding within her, you wouldn't be able to put your finger on it but you'd know it was there. Since Serena was 15, she had dreams of a man who would take her away and make passionate love to her. Some dreams would be nice and slow but others would be heated. She'd even come to a climax a few times. I guess this is where she could never find love because she felt that this man was the only on who could please her. He had eyes that were the blue of the ocean and jet-black hair that could blend in with the night. He hypnotized her. As she got older the dreams became more real. Sometimes she felt like he was really there. She'd talked to a psychiatrist and he said that this was normal. She didn't see anything normal about it. Sure maybe it might be ok if she was seeing this guy but she didn't even know who he was. Now she lay in her bed awaiting his return to her sub consciousness. She awoke hours later with a violent climax that sent her rolling off the bed. "They've never been this strong before," said Serena "Maybe it's this house". At that moment she heard a loud crash. She scrambled to her feet. Clad only in sheer nightgown and silk housecoat, she set out into the cold hallways toward the noise. She found a broken vase lying by an open window. When she went to close the window she heard a creak and whirled around. "That door was just closed," said Serena. Letting her curiosity get the best her she ventured through the doorway to find a long staircase to a lower room in the house. She reached for a light switch but she found none. She went back into the hallway to find a candle in the table drawer. One thing she new about this house was that there was always a candle wherever you were. She started to descend the staircase. She felt a breeze coming from below her that made her wish she had something warmer on. She felt dampness that told her that this part of the house hadn't been accessed in a long, long time. She came to the bottom of the stairs and found a room full of things that you normally would only see on TV or in your dreams. She found jeweled daggers, spell books, magic potions, and a portrait of a woman named Agatha Winston that had a striking resemblance to her, beside Agatha there was line of more portraits of women and they ended with a portrait of her mother. But those weren't the only portraits in the room. Under a black velvet sheet she found a portrait of the man she'd only seen in her dreams. She gasped when she saw the date: 1632. She stumbled backwards and got her balance back by grabbing hold of a table. She looked at the table and found a book. From the looks of it, it was very old, like maybe late 1600s early 1700s. She opened it and found that it was the diary of Agatha Winston. Maybe she would find the key to her secrets in this book. She threw the velvet sheet back over the portrait and with her book headed back up the stairs but she didn't notice the shadow that crossed behind her.
Agatha's Diary
"My family has acquired an enemy. My father is the cause of all this. He should never have taken his blood. The words that I am going to say will never leave my lips so I pray that no one will find this diary. It all started when my father was chasing a notorious criminal and killed him or so he thought, my father was covered in the mans blood and some of it sunk into his body and began to run through his veins. This blood made my father feel powerful and he began to crave more so he kept going back to the morgue to get him a taste of blood. Sometime later I was conceived and this blood ran through my veins too. Eventually the blood gave my father too much powerful and made him paralyzed from the waist down. That was 15 years ago and now the man has returned to claim his payment. My father told me that the man he thought he'd killed had come back for him. Father revealed everything to me, about the man and his history. Father said that the man wants his blood back. This man wants to kill my father and father is going to let him. Father is going away and this man will follow. Father told me I am not to reveal to my mother who knows nothing of this. I promised him I would not and I will be true to my word. Since that day I have been true. I am 21 years now and expecting my first child. My father thought that he had stopped the evil but he was mistaken. The man is back and he wants me. I carry his blood and so will my child. I don't know how to stop him. Now I will reveal to you what I could not before. His name is Endymion Deveau and he is 50 years old though he looks 28. He is something of the supernatural. They call his type a vampire. He is attracted to me. He even tried to take me when I was 17 years of age. I was attracted to him to and almost gave myself to him. My father had described the man to me and told me his name but he never showed a picture. I was in love with the man until he revealed his name. Upon hearing that cursed name my pale complexion became paler. He asked what was the matter; you look like you've seen a ghost he told me. The only word I could get out was "murderer". He heard this word and he knows that I know. I shall write the conversation: 'You know I never got your name' said I.
'How silly am I? My name is Endymion Deveau.' Said Endymion 'What's the matter, you look like you've seen a ghost'
'Murderer' said I
'Murderer, why who have I killed' said Endymion
'You killed my father' said I
'Ah that. Lucian had it coming to him' said Endymion
'And why was this' said I
'He took my blood once. Liked it and came back for more' said Endymion
'But why does that deserve death?' asked I
'Because of what I am' said Endymion
'What are you?' asked I
'Come come I surprised. If your father told you who I was fore sure he would have told you what I am' said Endymion
I just shook my head
'Now why is it that he took my blood while I was at the morgue, and you know you are only in a morgue if you are dead. Now 17 years later from that night I stand before you and I have not aged at all. Ah. Still drawing a blank. I am a vampire sweetheart.' Said Endymion
My instinct was to run but I stood rooted to the spot. 'What do you want with me' said I
'You carry my blood as well' said Endymion
'Are you going to kill me because of a mistake that I could not control' asked I
'No I'm not going to kill you, I love you' said him
'Love me' said I
'Yes, you ignite passion inside me that I have never felt before. I have met my match in you.' Said he 'Just take my hand and I will show you the world'
'Why should I love the man who took my father away from me' said I
'Oh can't we put the behind us, take my hand and I will make you like me' said he
It was at the moment that my eyes went from peaceful sky blue to stormy slate blue of a stormy sky.
'Be like you, live forever and never age' said I
'Yes exactly' said he
'Why would I want to live forever. How do I know that you won't just desert me in the night and leave me to fend for myself'? I asked
'I won't' said he
'Sounds tempting but I could never love the killer of my father' said I
I turned away and when I looked back he was gone. I haven't seen him since that night. That was four years ago. Now he has returned and he came for me but he has found that I belong to another and that I am with child. He told me that he no longer wants me but I should beware that when my daughter is 17, he would come for her just like he came for me. I asked him why. He said my father has placed a curse on my family. Every one of his descendants will carry my blood, and their descendents and so on said He. That means that your child carries my blood, and her children will and so on. But you should be happy to know that my heart will belong to only one of them. Why one I asked. My heart belonged to you but you didn't want me he said. ' One of your descendants will be just as strong as you are, and she will be able to resist me but she is doomed to be with me.' Said He. I write this so that when the girl who can resist him is born, she will be strong and she must be protected. She has the power to resist and destroy him; only she will be able to. But with this power comes a price, she is doomed to be his mate for life."
Serena closed the book. So that was the secret of her family. She carried the blood of a vampire in her veins. She worried now. Endymion loved Agatha and she was the spitting image of Agatha. She'd been having dreams about a man who looks like a man who lived back in 1632. Could they all be connected?
AN: Ok this is my new story. I know that ya'll voted for the other story but I wanted to write this one first. I probably might have written the other one first if I hadn't have seen Queen of the Damned. Oh well they will all be written eventually. Sorry I know this is kind of short but I got a headache and I'm hungry and it's getting late and besides I wanted to stop here to see if you were intrigued by my new story. All of my stories have been like real life or about the scouts so this is like my first where I go completely off base. Well I'm going to finish this so I can eat and you can read it. Please Review with what you think about it! Bye!
~SilverSerenity~