Chapter 1
They stayed in the shadows, and that's how they preferred it. For the last two thousand years, they observed.
Even when word caught up to them, about five-hundred years prior, regarding a family of vampires who were later known as the starting point of all vampires. Which was a lie, for vampires had existed long before any of them, it just so happened that they kept to themselves and didn't turn anyone.
They heard through the grapevine about a vampire-werewolf hybrid and it had peaked their interest. A member from the other original family, no less. It had been a debate of whether to make contact with them then, reach out and perhaps be understood for once. After all, they knew what it was like to be different.
It was true that the real original siblings were not the exact same. These siblings are vampire-witch hybrids. A different spell had been cast on them so they may be spared from being killed by a coven of witches who wanted to eradicate the Siphoner-Witch species.
Having been cast just days before the sister was to be married, her future husband was meant to be turned after having joined the family. Instead… the coven had stolen his life first.
Both siblings had been used to living on the run from the beginning. Disappearing now had been nothing new. And it was just what they did. They disappeared.
The elder is named Lucius, the younger is Priscilla. They were both born in Rome just years before the Common Era had begun. Having been in and out of each other's lives since they have been turned, both have had their own unique experiences in life.
Watching as the other vampires caused chaos and destruction, they remained quiet and subtle. Others turned more into their kind, but the siblings kept to themselves. The siblings had learned to be subtle since they were little. Witches did hate siphoners, after all.
A new rumor had reached the siblings, having recently reconnected after almost a year of being apart, that had been even more interesting than the last. The fellow hybrid was to be a father. Never before had it been heard of that even a part vampire could have a child. It seemed that this miracle was due to his werewolf half.
While the last time they had heard of a hybrid had resulted in them deciding to keep their distance, this new development had brought up the discussion once more.
"It might benefit us to gain an ally. Perhaps it would be a good time to no longer hide." Lucius stated to his sister. While she was younger, she also tended to be on the more protective side.
Taking a few moments to think it over, she had no intention of being unreasonable. "Perhaps. However, there seem to be a vast amount of witches in that area. Is it truly worth the risk?" She countered calmly.
"Worth the risk? Of course it would be a potential risk, but wouldn't it be worth it to finally come out of hiding? Their family is powerful. If they grew to trust us, we would be safe." He replied.
Not much of an argument, the small fact was ignored by Priscilla as she thought about her brother's reply. "They may be powerful, but they are chaotic. What would stop them from seeing us as a threat first?" She questioned. It seemed logical for her, thinking this through fully. They had not survived this long by making decisions with no thought beforehand.
While he saw logic behind his sister's thought process, Lucius couldn't help the frustration that he felt over her easily obtained counters to his own logic. "Sometimes chaos gets things done far better than sitting and waiting. Priscilla, we cannot hide in the shadows forever. Father made this curse so that we may live our lives. We must live." He stated, watching his sister as she seemed to continue to consider his proposal on the matter.
Priscilla took her time to think it all through. He had a point, a valid one. It was their father who made them what they were today, in order to defend themselves. To fight back if need be. Hiding in the shadows was not what he had wanted. "You are right. Making ally's and fighting if need be might be what we need in order to live outside of the shadows." She concluded.
It had been two thousand years, wasn't it worth the risk by now? Even if they lost the fight, they had lived for multiple lifetimes. Perhaps not how they truly wished to live, but they had lived.
Even while they agreed on the subject, Priscilla still had her doubts and worries. Looking out of the window of the little café that they were currently sitting in, she watched the people go by. "I will miss London." She mumbled thoughtfully, briefly glancing at a bus as it passed by.