Prolog to Murder
Turning sixteen is a momentous occasion in one's life. It is at sixteen when muggles are able to get their "driving license." It is at sixteen when fresh wizards and witches are pondering what they'll do after graduation the follow year. At sixteen, young wizards and witches have learned almost everything their school will ever teach them. By sixteen, almost everyone has been on a "date" with a member of the opposite sex, or perhaps with a member of the same sex. It is at sixteen when we truly grasp our history. We find our idenity. We learn who our parents were, who our ancesstors were, who and what we really are, and glance at our future before us. If you can say turning sixteen is nothing special, you've obviously lost your mind.
It is at sixteen, werewolves begin to make very critical decisions in their lives. Weather to follow their instincts and kill. Or to try to live a normal life, confiding their secrets in only close family and friends and only "wolfing out" on full moons. It is at sixteen when vampires have their first taste of blood. Well, at least are legally able to get the blood on their own, since many families insist they grow accustom to the taste by the time they are of age to attend wizarding school. It is at sixteen when harpies' ears become delicate to the sound of brass instruments. It is at sixteen when veelas reach their final stages of growing and become even more beautiful and dangerous. More dangerous now because hormones are racing at full speed at sixteen and by now they've learned how to use their powers to their advantage. It is at sixteen sirens first find their voice. It seems all dark creatures discover their longing for blood and need to kill at the age of sixteen. At this age we dark creatures make a choice, to whom we will give allegence. To some, it is the ministry of magic, to even a smaller amount, it's no one at all, but to a majority of us, it's the Dark Lord.
For now I am a loner, but maybe I will find something promising in Lord Voldemort. Perhaps, he can tell me my real worth. My sad excuse for parents tell me I smart, perfect, and wonderful. Ha, that's a laugh. I am strong and that's all that matters. Power and strength. Power, strength, and blood. I must have blood. And I will get it tonight.