Stuck Between a Vampire and a Hard Place.

Chapter 1: Explanations

Most people saw the epoch 1492 as the year Columbus discovered the Americas. I saw it differently. I saw it as a death of seven, and birth of six. How that played out unkindly, I never understood.

Hi, um… I guess.

I'm Raven. And if I weren't stuck in a mass of disorderly white papers, then I would most likely shake your hand- even if I wasn't that much of a people person.

Perhaps. Maybe. No.

I had really no idea of why I survived that disaster; then again, I couldn't see reason for it. It wasn't as if I was obligated to a choice. Much like all the other fairytale creatures, I was different from the world.

Powers? Yeah, I got those, too.

Immortality. Yes. Psychokinetic. Yes. Stuck miserably with my immortal, supernaturally powered, irresponsible, and absurd friends. Yes. Only, that, was one unfortunate outcome.

I supposed, to the human eye, appearing twenty-two, very bright, and slightly mysterious was a very "attractive" combination of traits to find in a strong-willed and independent woman; not to mention the hordes of cash, expensive cars and clothes, houses, and personal entertainment.

It was unhealthy to be as pale as I. –Nobody really noticed. But, to my extraordinarily exceptional anatomy, having barely any pigment was the aftereffect of a soundless heart.

I guessed that I could have been considered dead. But, it wasn't as if I'd flame up in sunlight or only die of silver bullets, I was just like any other normal human.

Just with a bit more flash.

Okay, it would be a whole lot easier to explain this to you right now.

For one, I don't need to eat. But, I have to breathe. –Yes, I understand how that makes no sense, what-so-ever, but it's how I've been living for the past five hundred years. Don't question it; I don't have any answers.

I don't sweat. I don't grow. I don't need protection from "bad-guys" and people who are just looking for a fight. I do fight back, quite well.

And though I may seem like I'm putting myself out as an antagonistic person, I'm not. I don't give mixed signals; it's just that people don't take the time to really see them.

People either look at you from the top or bottom, rarely inside the two. They think that you always have to be on one side- it's not true, for the record. They… see you… they see me… as either a red or green. When truly, you're neither. You're yellow.

We can never keep putting out our best, and we cannot survive stopped in perpetuity. But, if we keep a steady pace, a march that is ready to stop when we need to, that's how we get by. –Not through an easy, all-green road, all the way out.

Sitting… for two minutes straight… with no other cars in sight… at a red light… makes me really want to take back all I just said- I could really go for a green light.