Hi guys. This saga tells story about Amanda, 19teen years old ordinary girl from small town, who one day finds out she's Daughter of Darkness. We're going to divide his storyline into 2 parts for now:
- Daughter of Darkness: Damned Return .
- Daughter of Darkness: Vampire Hunt.
DAUGHTER OF DARKNESS: DAMNED RETURN
Prologue
My first thought which came to my head, when I had changed scenery of burned Dumb Forest`s spruces to my new, glittering desk, I was sitting by was… that old woman gone mad. It was the only way I could explain to myself this nonsense that madwoman was trying to make me believe. How I suppose to believe that I`m a Daughter of Darkness? No, it didn't exist in my radically rational world I had created. My mind couldn`t understand it.
There's not such thing as Word of Darkness. There's nothing what could overstep what is logical and empirical, what is well-known and what can't be explain. Nothing what overstepped my imagination. Lame, I guess. It maybe because I've always been realist. Thought that simultaneously with human world could exist another one, The Second World, really scared me.
I couldn`t do anything about it and finally I gave up. And even I wanted so much not to believe in it, I felt the truth was so close. Wave of doubts got me and I couldn`t escape. I felt every sense of my body that uncertainty was raising in me. Asleep uncertainty I haven't remembered for long time.
Firstable I felt thanks my every sense that this old lady, who was standing in front of my face in her black ankle-length dress didn't behave like a harmless madwoman she was a two seconds ago. Sorrowfully I figured out her sentences were rational and her eyes didn't be so wild with blank expression as they seemed. This eyes were sharp and keen so I was shivering. She was pressing her lips in narrow line when she was looking at me. It was like someone just for a second took away her insanity, took her far far away from this world in which this woman has been living for years to runaway from cruel reality and put into her body. Someone, who was speaking her voice, looking her eyes, because wanted to use her as own messenger and then brought her back to her mad world.
Second, the most important thing, I notice that Mary Sue was right. No, no when she was… herself. I wasn't so stupid to believe in everything which madwomen told me. I knew some. I lived with one,… never mind. I started to explain to myself what I didn't understand and Mary Sue gave me a prepared answers. It didn't matter it was impossible, irrational.
I didn't know how many of what I felt, saw (or rather if any of it, I should say) was real. Maybe It was just a creation of my lost mind. But I was pretty sure something happened there, in forest. Voices I heard – incoherent fragments of someone's thoughts. They switched on my defence mechanism. I stood on my guard, to look out. I was ready to attack. But attack what? I clearly felt someone's presence. It was bad or I had panicked and thought I was in danger. It could be just a Bambi deer or fox, more scared than me.
Something was changing in me. I was transitioning into something I didn't know it exist and into something I didn't want to be. No one had to tell me it was something wrong with me. I saw it into my mother's helpless look and when I looked into that Mexican doctor's gaze. Both of them were looking at me like they knew it could happen, but they were truly hopping they could avoid this.
