Dear Diary,

my name is Salem Rekhel Mikaelson-Parker, but to the rest of the world I am simply Salem Parker (although mama usually called me Sallie). I was named that way in the honor of our fellow fallen witches back in the Witch hunt period in Salem, Massachusetts; people say that most of the casualties were not real witches but some were, good witches who refused to use their powers against human kind.

Ugh! Okay. Let's try that again. This will be 'Entry n02' since we're still Monday 12th of September 2009. What I wrote is not exactly the clearest. I mean, I know what I said since it's my life ! But still. Let's pretend this stupid 'diary thingy' is a novel about me. That will probably make things much clearer at last. And hey, maybe I could somehow sell it to Hollywood and make a movie out of it since that Twilight book is making all that racket, lately!

Anyways. When I was saying that I'm one weird human-ish being I meant it.

I was meant to grow up to my eighteenth birthday and become the first hybrid of my kind this earth has ever known... My mamma was a siphon and my papa is a Mikaelson, one of the eldest vampires in the world. I need blood as a mean of sustentation, at least a few times a month, but I also feed on normal human food (I love food!).

Being the only one of your kind isn't always easy... I'm nothing like the world has ever known. That's why my existence has been kept a secret for so long. That's why we don't always know how to react when new abilities appear. Nobody knows, nobody can help.

I'm faster and stronger than a lambda human but merely as strong and fast as... uh, well, let's say as a baby vampire. Somehow. Because I have pure vampirism running in my veins, coming from my papa's side since he was already one when they conceived me. But it doesn't stand to that, I can also siphon powers from other witches or any magical entity (such as vampires, werewolves, or whatnot!).

It's been so long I've been an 'hybrid' that I handle my speed and strength without even thinking anymore. That, I can control. My emotions, though... Well, it's a bit harder on occasions, even worse when my magic comes into the mix. Yeah, because I'm a witch too! I am a siphon, like my mom, but I also am a witch with my very own powers - apparently coming from my dad's bloodline of witches - which can be a lot to handle for me when I get pissed, sad, or overjoyed.

Sometimes even when I'm merely breathing, really. It sucks to be me.

We're not completely sure of all my abilities and possible problematic, but fearing for my safety, ma' and pa' agreed to put a spell on me, bounding me to my dad's true immortality to keep me from harm but it had unexpected consequences on me when he was daggered (a loooong time ago) because I stopped growing up. At first we didn't notice it, we didn't understand, but time passed and I stayed thirteen. It was an odd after-effect since I remained awake and living. Ma' supposed that I probably cannot be daggered like dad since I'm not a full Original and that's why magic had to find a way to work its way through... I still don't fully comprehend everything but it's a complicated story.

We've been living in Texas for quite a while but as per usual we moved away before anyone would realize something was up with us. Mom is a vampire now, she looks twenty and doesn't age, I am thirteen but I look sixteen, and this year I'm going to high-school for the first time!

I don't know much how witchcraft. Ma' doesn't want me to tap into my magic, yet, because literally speaking dark magic runs in those veins and she fears that it'd be too much to handle for me. She fears for my safety. That's why we often move around the country, around the world; not to be discovered, not to be anywhere near Niklaus Mikaelson... At least, mom doesn't want us to. I want to go after him! After dad. But ma' won't have it that way. And I don't want to cause her any pain but I'm not actually thirteen anymore. I can make my own choices. I want dad back, and I will. No matter the way, no matter the consequences.

I'm not sure how to break the news to her, yet... I wouldn't even know where to start. I sound like a child, don't I? I feel like a child. But I don't want to be one no more. I've been hiding behind my mom for my entire life. I'm 108 years old now, almost 109.

I need to act like it. Grow up.

To be fully honest, it feels a bit lonely to be the only one of your kind. It's even worse when you need to hide away half of your identity... Nobody must know about my dad. I can never breathe a word about it... I can't never truly trust anyone. I can't be myself. The real me, with anyone but mom, and lately I feel the need to distance myself from her. I want to be me, the real me, the 108 years old woman I am, not the 13 years old immortal child I appear to be.

I want to get my dad back. My mom fears for my safety, she doesn't want me to try anything, but I am a Mikaelson, too!

The latest and probably last Mikaelson there will ever be.

Anyways, I think I wrote enough about myself for one day. Today is the first day of school and I'm full-on excited about it...

Salem knocked the note book close in a deaf thud, throwing her pen carelessly over the desk. It fell on it in a loud noise and she rolled her eyes. So much for discretion. Bah, the brunette was tired of writing already. She still didn't fully understand why her mother even wanted her to do that to start with. She must have read yet another one of those 'psychology of your teen' book. Ugh!

Her dark eyes turned towards the radio alarm clock, it was indicating 08:10 and she was starting High School at 9. She chew on her lower lip anxiously, she needed to get ready quickly. First time ever she'd go back to school since she left it in the 19th century! She's excited. Kinda. Stressed, even. A bit.

The hybrid rose up her bed, putting her notebook over the desk as well, before she quickly went to the bathroom to get ready.

She couldn't afford to be late on her first day, could she?