Tell me what you think please. This was an idea I came up with.

Prologue

Being split between two worlds was harder than it sounded. I loved basking in the warm sun for the limited hour I had but loved living with those who accepted my existence. Though living in between both worlds wasn't as fun as anyone though it was. It truth it felt like a personal hell I couldn't escape. How I became what I am, a half breed as some would say, was purely on chance though it was the rarest ever seen. The only other time recorded by vampires had been nearly one and a half years ago roughly around the time when humans started to disappear more often than usual.

I had been one of those people. I lived in an era where tribes existed and in mine, women and men were about as equal as men. Women were respected and protected and vice versa. Girls were married at young ages as was I. My husband was only a few years older and he expected me to give him an heir but I could not for some tortuous reason. We tried and tried but could not. Love didn't exist, men and women were only together to continue the generations.

One day our village was raided by a neighboring tribe. All the men and young boys were slaughtered. The women and young girls were taken to either be kept as slaves or for sex. I had been one of the lucky ones who managed to escape the invaders. But I would never forget the screams of the boys and men who were mercilessly slaughtered or the girls who cried for their mothers as the men did what they wanted.

I escaped deep into the thick tree forest. I ran and ran hoping to get away farther from the danger. I had no one left, my father and brothers were murdered and my mother had died years long before that.

I halted at a river. I drank myself content and too off again. But I wasn't alone. A pair of ice green eyes watched me from afar and followed me. I stopped when the night became too much for my sight and laid near a tree hiding safely from who ever may come. Though, the person watching never stopped looking. Not until I was falling asleep.

"Hallå." (Hello) I jerked awake frightened but when I could see my stalker, all the fear was forgotten. The stalker had been a very young girl around 7 or so. I sat up and stared at her. The girl was intoxicating. She had icy green eyes and midnight black hair that covered half her face. She blinked once and I saw a flicker of need pass through. "Er du förlorad?" (Are you lost?) I shook my head. "Mannen göra en räd mot vår by. JAG löp bort." (Men raided my village. I ran away.)

She grabbed my arm and literally pulled me up. "Vad?" (What?) I felt her shiver at my side and I wondered if those men had come to her village too. She sniffed and I bent down so she would be leveled with me. "Jag er hungrig." (I'm hungry.)

Horrible pain ripped through me. I screamed and tried to pull her off me. Something sharp was in my skin and I felt as if I was being drained of blood. She gripped my shoulder, her sharp nails digging into my flesh. I screamed more unable to free myself from the monster holding me captive.

She finally let me go, I fell over and hit the ground landing on my back. I was paralyzed from the pain. I had no more blood to help me live life, my heart pumped slower to the point my chest started to hurt.

Suddenly another hand ghosted over my arm, I forced my eye lid open as far as I could. I made out a tall figure who had ice blue eyes and black hair like the other. She stared at me, the same flicker of need flashed in her eyes. I held in the whimper. I wouldn't die showing my murderer my fear. I refused to.

"Jag er hungrig." (She seems so young.) A cold hand caressed my cheek and I flinched. "."(My daughter.) The cold woman whispered turning my head to look at me. I wanted to shake my head and yell at her that she wasn't my mother that my mother had died so long ago.

I gasped as loud and clear as I could. It was her. She was my mother. She was supposed to be dead. "Du döde. Du döde." (You died. You died!) Tears fell down and I cried. She leaned closer to me and pulled me up. "Min söt barnen." (My sweet child.) She bit into her wrist and held it at my mouth. "Dricka min barnen. Dricka och levande." (Drink my child. Drink and live.)

I did as she said. I drank the cold metallic liquid that made me feel better and more alive. After I drank y share, my eyes drooped. "Sova och vakna i en ny liv." (Sleep and wake in a new life.)

This started my new life. I was no longer a mortal of the light but neither a creature of the night. I was in the between, a lonesome place where few would ever be. I wished to leave, wished to end my life that should have long ago.

When I woke, everything was different. I could smell something that made me ache. I wanted to run, the adrenaline in my body overpowering me every passing second. The sun was setting and I realized I slept a whole day and that it was a dream. I never met that little monster or my dead mother. It was all in my mind created out of fear and loneliness.

"JAG er inte ensam." (I am not alone.) I whirled around and found a girl who looked a lot like me. The same black coal as I had. Her eyes were a fiery blue and she stood at my height. She grasped my hand and suddenly I inhaled. Flashes passed through my mind.

A small girl huddled against the ground as men crowded her. She whimpered as one of the men grabbed her by the hair. "JAG kalla henne." (I call her.) He took the girl and chained her up, a sinister mile tugging at his mouth.

The same girl, just a few years older, stood in front of a crowd of men. All had a look of pleasure as they watched the naked girl. She had a blank expression, one only a broken soul had. Later that night she cried herself to sleep.

And then the final flash. She cried on the ground bleeding from a knife wound. She had tried to run from her owner. A woman, cloaked from head to toe found her and fed on the dying girl. In return, she was given blood forever to belong to no world.

Everything around us went back to normal. I could clearly see the trees ad sky and river. "Den samma folkstam angriper min by." (The same tribe attacked my village.) I told her with anger. She only turned around, "De er slutligen besegrat. Det spiller ingen roll." (They are eventually defeated. It does not matter.) I became angry at her. "Den här fattig själ , har du nej skuld över vad du kanna stopp?" (Those poor souls, have you no guilt over what you can stop?) A menacing laugh burst from her figure.

"JAG er ingen längre mänsklig och varken er du." (I am no longer human and neither are you.)

I did not believe her that first day. But as the days progressed I knew I had been given a new life. A life that meant nothing would ever be normal. My own mother had made me into something. My own mother was dead and she killed me too.

I named myself Aphrodite.

Forever to wander through the in-between.