Authors Note: This is my first real story, so I'm sorry if it is a little sketchy. I'm hoping to turn this into a novel, so I want both comments and criticisms. This chapter is only the prologue, but will eventually play a big part.

Fear the night, for there is much to be afraid of. That is what I was always told. An explanation was never given to me, but throughout my whole life, I obeyed. Since birth, I had no concept of the reason for my existence. Everything was kept a secret. When I was a child, I was still much too innocent to realize how the world worked and who I was. What I was. Eventually it was revealed to me at my seventh birthday that I was a witch, a child of wycan. But that wasn't all. It wasn't until later that I would discover my purpose as a witch. The answer was given to me on the night that I turned eleven.

"Eve, come here, child." My father called me to his side as he rested on the couch. My brother, Rave, also accompanied him at his side. As siblings we were really close, but always had different ways of thinking. He was two years older than I was, tall with brown hair and fair skin. Rave looked at me and smiled.
Straightening my spine and wiping my jeans of flour from mixing cake batter, I came and sat on the cushion beside my father. "Eve, my daughter, I have a secret I must tell you. It is the most important secret that I will ever tell you." I looked up at him with wide, green eyes. I wondered most deeply what could be more important than discovering you are a witch with magical powers. "What is it, father?" I sat steadily, my muscles growing tense. "Tell me! Please, I want to know!" My father chuckled and informed me that my curiosity would likely get me into trouble one day. At last he said, "Young one, listen carefully, for it is difficult for me to speak. There is more in you being a wycan than you may believe." His face suddenly grew serious, his eyes piercing my mind. "Eve, do you remember what you're always told about the night?" I raised an eyebrow. "Of course, it feels like I'm told every day."
"Oh really? Then tell me."
"What?"
"I'm not going to tell you the secret until you recite what everyone has told you. Let's hear it."
I took in a breath and sighed deeply in annoyance. "Fear the night, for there is much to be afraid of." Rave smirked and I glared at him. "Very good, Eve," approved Father. "Now, do you know what it refers to?" I shook my head. Was he going to tell me the secret or continue to bury me in questions? Father spoke, "All right then. Eve, through generations, wycan have relied on that saying to keep children safe and others wary. However, there is some fault in it." He kept his gaze on me, unblinking. "It's not that you should fear the night, but that you should fear what creatures thrive in its darkness." Father gripped my arm tightly, forcing my heart to beat faster.
"Vampires, Eve. They do exist, but humans are unaware of them and therefore do not realize the danger of night. They kill to live, but that doesn't stop them from going farther. Vampires can kill for sport, like humans are just animals." At this point, I had nothing to say. Father gave me some time to think, and then continued, "We are more than wycan, Eve. We are vampire hunters, using our powers, strength, and varied abilities to destroy the demons that murder innocent people, including wycan." At that point, I grew angry. "What are you talking about? Is this a joke?" My father just gazed at me compassionately. I knew then that what he just told me was not for comedy. It made sense after all. If there are such things as witches, why can't there be vampires? "I thought they were just a myth," I said.
"Myths have to come from some fact, my child."
"I believe you. What about them is myth, then?" He smiled a little, knowing that I was beginning to understand. "To start off," he began. "Vampires can go in sunlight whenever they want to. Neither crosses nor holy water affect them. Wooden stakes or decapitation can kill them. Another method of killing a vampire is only possible by wycan. It involves ripping the living essence from their bodies." He paused so that he could cough. "A week from now you will start training to perfect your skills as a vampire hunter. You need to learn fast or you could become easy prey for a vampire."
I looked down at my knees. "What about Rave? Has he begun training yet?" I asked, upset about the new task that lay ahead. Father answered, "Yes, my daughter, and in three years he will graduate as a vampire hunter." Rave stepped in and added, "It's not that bad. With that head of yours, you'll learn fast. No vamp out there can defeat a member of the Rayne family." He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. "I'll always be there to help you, I promise. In fact," My brother revealed a knife hidden in his pants pocket. He lifted his left hand, palm up. My father only gazed at him knowingly. Taking the knife, he sliced deep and slowly across his palm, blood dripping down his arm. "Let this wound show that I swear upon your survival."

That same night, I took one of my deceased mother's knifes with me up to my room. Listening against my door for silence, I became satisfied enough to, though I had a lamp, light a candle. With the faint light, I rubbed the palm of my left hand. It was soft and golden, glowing in the candlelight like the moon. I tied my hand to my bed rail, tight and motionless. Gripping the knife, with its black metal, I did the same to myself that Rave had done. After Rave had sliced his hand, I became scared and asked my father why he had done it. I knew now that it was the symbol of a life-long promise, a blood oath. Unlike him, however, I swore an oath to strengthen my power so that it would surpass anyone else's. At the time, I was weak, and as I saw my own blood spill over my hand, I believed that I could train to become one the strongest wycan alive.

I still bare the scar from that night twelve years ago. Closing my eyes, I think of all the regrets I have. After I graduated from training, I killed a total of sixty-two vampires. At the age of nineteen, I was at last captured and taken prisoner by three of the strongest vampires, Lucas, Velmir, and Trent. I never escaped, but the cause ended up becoming that I didn't want to. The true selves of vampires had finally been revealed to me and I sided with my kind's enemies. Shortly after, I fell in love with Lucas.
Vampires live too long for marriage to exist, so instead, Lucas and I bonded ourselves through blood. In doing so, I would live only as long as Lucas, but I was still living and vampires could still feed on my blood. Lucas doesn't allow it, though.
Now I live as a traitor. I am not sorry for what I have done; I only hope to keep my new family safe. Rave has not seen me since I was nineteen, but I know I'll see him again. Most likely he'll make his scar disappear when he sees what I've become, because why would you wish to defend your enemy? He will no longer see me as his sister.

I looked down at the bundle in my arms. "Go to sleep, my child," I cooed. "It will be all right, it's okay. Have sweet dreams." My son slowly closed his drowsy eyes as I lowered him to his crib. Lucas approached my side. "He is quite a sight." He looked at me. "And I'm anxious to watch him grow," he rubbed my torso. "As well as for his sibling." Lucas gazed at him a little longer before he left the room. I continued to quietly admire the infant before me. I whispered, "As am I."

Author's Note: I know it hasn't happened yet, but trust me, IB will be getting much more exciting! Characters will have more depth and a variety of personalities. Please review! Pretty please!