Vampire Royalty? Not Possible

Chapter 1 – Divina POV

It was a frosty December night when I found out the truth, all the truth. It was the night I learnt the difference between myth and truth, the night that led to my obsession which led me to find out the whole ugly truth I never wanted to know, the night I learnt about the truth of my existence and about 'them'. When I say 'them' I am referring to my real family, but you will learn more about them later.

Before I begin telling the gore-filled story I should start by telling you what's myth and what's true about vampires. So let's begin with the basics:

Vampires are dead – TRUE – they have no pulse, no breath, no heartbeat

Vampires are turned through bite – FALSE – to be turned into a vampire one must die with vampire blood in their system

Vampires can only be killed by a steak through the heart – TRUE

Vampires cannot have children – FALSE – the children they give birth to are humans

Vampires are ruled by vampire royalty – TRUE

Ok so now that we have cleared some things up let's started with what happened. I should start by mentioning that it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life – my sixteenth birthday. However, all the joy and happiness I initially felt soon faded away when my parents chose this day to tell me the lie they had been keeping from me my whole life – that I am adopted. Sadness doesn't begin to cover what I felt – I felt furious, heartbroken, betrayed, disappointed, confused and most dangerous of all curious, curious to find out who my biological parents are and why they didn't want me, was there something wrong with me? I didn't think so, I mean I was a straight A student who never got into any trouble and never hung around the wrong crowd – a parents dream.

I started imagining different reasons and scenarios of why they wouldn't want me, but not in a million years would I have ever imagined the real reason. It became an obsession – I HAD TO find my biological parent and I HAD to find out the reason why they gave me up at any cost, and it turned out to be a great cost indeed. I went through my adoption papers a billion times but I never found anything, my parents said it was a closed adoption and, anyway, they didn't want to know anything about them – but I desperately did. Days and weeks past but still, I found nothing. Until about a month later when I got lucky, or so I thought. The adoption agency that finalized my adoption only carried out 2 adoptions of children with birthday as me – mine and some guy named Jace who I though (emphasis on thought) wasn't important at the time. So I found the names of my biological parents. And so the hunt for the truth began …