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1. The Awakening
Julia watched in horror as the vampires of New Orleans appeared from every direction and instantly began to, literally, tear apart her Coven. Vampires buried their fangs into her family's necks and crimson rivers soaked their throats and clothes.
Her breath was short and she felt tears wetting her face as she willed her legs to move back. Then, she fell into a sprint. She pumped her legs as hard as she could and forcing them to carry her heavy weight away from the terror behind her. Julia felt like a coward. She was a coward.
Julia returned to her home, not bothering to lock the door. What was the point? She rushed to her room and dropped to her knees, a harsh pain shooting up her leg but she ignored it, reaching her arm under her bed and pulling out a rusted chest.
Her hands trembled as she popped open the little lock and tipped out the contents. She straightened out the fragile piece of parchment on the floor and took the small knife, slashing quickly into her palm. The blood gushed out, filling her palm and dripping all over the floor. But she didn't care.
She dropped the knife, dipping two fingers into her wound to coat it in blood. Then she began to draw a circle onto the floor with her new red paint. She painted ancient symbols onto the canvas that was her floor, using paint that was her blood.
When Julia finally finished, she took the box of matches that had fallen out of the box and lit one of the matches. She tucked her feet under herself and closed her eyes, holding the flaming match over her masterpiece.
She began to chant, "Exite, et vocavi te. Obsecro autem vos." Then she let the match fall into the blood on the floor. The flames followed the shape of the ancient symbols before burning up higher and flaring out of control. Julia opened her mouth to scream but instead, was consumed by the blaze. The fire spun like a hurricane, erupting from the ground and spiraling to the ceiling and descending along the walls.
A few of Marcel's recruits that night had followed Julia, in hope of finding a hidden group of witches but instead, they were greeted by a house in flames. They hissed at the sea of flames, backing away as the fire continued to eat away at the house.
At the core of the blaze, something new yet very old was being fabricated. Julia's body was being regenerated into this new entity that she had summoned. The skeleton was rebuilt stronger, the skin that had deteriorated was being renewed and her features which had been disintegrated were being remodeled and enhanced.
The heart of the body started to pump again, the blood rushing around under the new skin. The girl awoke slowly, her brand new eyes fluttering open to meet the flames. She sat up gracefully, her gentle movements contrasted with the fiery whips that slapped at her skin. However, they didn't harm her. Instead she felt protected and safe within its violent embrace. Very carefully, she twisted her lips up at the edges. She smiled.
A/N - Thank you for reading - this is just the introduction. The next chapters will definitely be a lot longer, so stay tuned! Review/Follow/Favourite :)