Hi, this is my first story, I hope you like it!
Prologue
She glanced around the unfamiliar room, making sure she was alone. She was. She let out a sigh of relief and slowly lowered herself to the floor. She leaned against the wall, clutching her knees close to her chest.
They didn't follow me here, she thought, I must have lost them in the alley.
She took another deep breath, pulling herself together. She stood up and scanned the room again, slowly this time, taking in her surroundings.
She was in the middle of a living room in an unfamiliar house. There was a coffee table in between a tan leather couch and a wide screen TV. The paintings on the wall subtly hinted of wealth. All things considered, she thought it might be a good place to hide out until morning, or at least until the owners of the house came back home.
That was the reason why she had chosen this particular house to break into while she was on the run from those goons who were chasing her. She had known they weren't home. There were no cars in the driveway, and more importantly, there was no living heat coming from any of the rooms. She knew there would be at least one part of some room that would be near body temperature if there were a single living soul in the house. When she came down the street all she could sense were the ten fish in a heated tank in on the second floor.
You see, Sera has an affinity with fire. Apparently it ran in the family. Her grandmother was the one who started the whole business. She was told the story many times growing up, so that she would know who she was and what she could do, but most importantly, how to keep it a secret.
Her grandmother, Keegan, lived in Salem, Massachusetts during the witch trials and a servant in her father's household saw her extinguish a fire only by asking it to go out. She knew something bad was going to happen.
As a result, Keegan was sentenced to burning at the age of 19. The normal punishment would have been hanging, but Betty Parris wanted her to die by the means of which she was supposed to have power. The townsfolk agreed, and a date for the burning was set. She wasn't scared, because the candles by her bed at night told her how to survive.
When the day came she was taken to the top of Gallows Hill and tied to a pole. At her feet was placed stacks of hay that reached her knees. The executioner stepped forward and placed a burning match on the hay, clearly unnerved that the girl wasn't begging for mercy. As the fire began to catch, Keegan simply waited to be engulfed in the flames. When she was covered in the inferno, she felt something in her change. Her eyes formerly blue turned silver, her hair, once red, turned jet black. The fire whispered that she now could never die, that she would stay this way for eternity. It spoke of wonderful, but terrible things she could now do with her enhanced power. It also told her that any female child she would have would share her fate, becoming like her the day they turned 19.
And so there you have it. My name is Sera, I'm 18, and I'm a Child of the Flame.
AN: The Twilight characters will come in soon, I think. I'm not really sure where this is going. Please review and tell me what you think! Everyone can be brutally honest if they want to. Thanks!