Disclaimer: HELLOOOOO ALLL welcome to my shared story between vicky199416 and I ^^. I will be writing most of the plot and my new OC and she will be taking the role of Oliver because in my opinion she does him too damn well. I only own this story concept as well as Vicky does. I do not in any way own Morganville Vampires or Oliver…..but what I wouldn't give to play mind games with him…..ANYWAYS I only own Azcadelia so on with the story! Also we begin with our heroine's point of view.
Chapter 1
Almost ten years have passed since I last saw anyone from my past. Traveling from place to place after the loss of my parents was my escape. Always traveling and always learning. I made sure as to never settle and that my current knowledge was never good enough. The gifts I have run deep in my ancestry and it was only fitting that I search for the very knowledge that has long since been lost by normal humans. The Arcane arts and Alchemy have existed since medieval times and long ago any written word had been scattered across the globe. Ten years it took me to find everything there was to be found.
After the passing of my family by the hands of those hunters I swore to get my revenge. I ran away to my grandmother's, a great Crone of her time. It was there I learned what has been passed down in my family for generations, and what my mother was to pass down to me before her untimely demise. Only ten years young and I was thrust into a world my mother had only told stories about. A world where I would never fit in with normal humans and there was the danger of them hanging me or lynching me like the olden days. Funny isn't it? How humans are supposedly evolved and more mature and yet they still revert back to their old, ignorant ways. Quite frankly it pissed me off.
I was twelve when grandmother died. She taught me so much and so I then went to discover what I could from maps and letters and other miscellaneous items my grandmother kept locked away. I left Massachusetts shortly after her funeral and returned to the true place of my birth, London. It was there, when I was fifteen after I had studied there under the care of our sister circle, that I met Him. He taught me so much about our world that it never disturbed me how much older he was than me. And the fact that he never aged and would never age again. That comforted me I guess, knowing that I finally met someone I couldn't lose to time. I stayed until I was almost sixteen, when he said he had to leave for America. I hid my pain, knowing then I had fallen for him, someone I could never have nor would want me.
From there I set onward to other cities across Europe and Asia until finally I found it all. I am twenty one now and I hate the fact that it took me this long to bring justice to those who took the lives of my parents. Thinking back, I will never forget their cold dead eyes staring back at me, knowing what I was, but never remembering that it was the little girl they decided to spare. Never knowing how much pain I went through because of them. I left my bloodstained robes as well as my past buried with the rest of the bodies. The women and children that were away would come back and find them but I didn't care. They should learn what ignorance gets them now before all of us band against them.
Now, however I am at a crossroads. I spent almost half of my life gaining the strength to have my revenge and now that I have had it, I feel fulfilled, and yet empty at the same time. My justice was all I had left and now I realize that I have no home, no family, and possibly no future. So that brings us to now, this moment. The moment I decided to track down the one person I Knew was still alive, well, sort of. I am the best tracker of my race and he was easy to find. Its only now, standing at the edge of this middle of nowhere town in the middle of hot and dry Texas that I find myself conflicted to take that one more step to him. What would he think of me now, my innocence tainted in red? One thought kept me going. One thought made my brain take that step. I am Azcadelia Redfern, and I am a witch. Or better yet, sorceress, and I can handle whatever comes my way, even unrequited love.
AND VOILA! I am so glad I could finally write this. The next chapter will be in Oliver's POV but corresponding to the timeframe mentioned here. For him however it is only about six years instead of ten. Chapter two will be the only chapter that is a reflection to the previous and it will be written by none other than the lovely vicky199416. I will take over if she wants to continue on mid chapter. RATE AND REVIEW AND PLEASE CHECK OUT VICKY'S PAGE!
