Hello all! This is my very first fanfiction. I have been wanting to write one for a few years now, but have just never had the confidence to do so! Anyways, I do not own any of the characters or the story except for that of my OC! This is going to be slow for a while as I get used to writing my ideas and thoughts out for your reading pleasure (or punishment; you might hate it). Please let me know what you think! Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: Discovery
Immortality, deathlessness, eternity; all words associated with mythical beings known as vampires. In the world we live in, the world I live in, they are not some fairy tale creatures that are romanticized or horror movie beasts that are only a part of our nightmares. In my world, vampires are real. They are real and they are now at the top of the food chain.
The world was not always this way; humans have been the leaders of the world for hundreds generations until just recently. The one thing that can always be said about the human populace is that they love to meddle. They thirst for knowledge, power, and control. It is this drive to unveil the unknown that ultimately caused their own destruction. In 2012, a group of scientists created something they should not have; a deadly virus that ravaged the globe and killed most of the population that was over the age of thirteen years old. It was during this time that many strange creatures began to emerge from what most would consider the pits of hell (many of the creatures that crawled out of the earth aren't exactly the friendliest things) and start to wreak havoc on the surface. Naturally, the vampires also emerged and claimed power swiftly. What remained of humanity was quickly subjugated and brought back underground under the pretense of being protected by the vampires in exchange for a food source; human blood. Humans were now no different than the cattle they raised for slaughter to sustain themselves in the past. Thus, the vampires coined the term livestock, to which humans are now referred as.
Personally, I find it all to be rather drab and a bit contradicting. I have roamed the earth for several centuries before any of this happened. The one thing I can say is that the surface was far more beautiful before all of this happened. I was very partial to the human race and the Earth prior to this destruction. However, unlike most vampires and other hell creatures, I was able to survive on the surface much easier as my camouflage was much more efficient. So what am I, you might ask? Well, I'm a vampire also. But only half. As far as I know, I am the only hybrid to this date. What family I did have has long since left me shortly after it was revealed to me what I am. My father was a full blooded vampire who somehow came to the surface and survived. Somehow, he was able to impregnate a human and I was the result. Naturally she died in child birth. The only explanation I have for no one figuring out what he and I were is the fact that it was so long ago; modern science simply was not what it is today. I lived like any normal child, with the exception that I was advanced in all that I did. By age four, I was reading, writing, and speaking with the grace of a well-seasoned and highly educated adult human. Like humans, I aged. My life was sustained by human foods, drinks, and medicines.
It was when I hit the wonderful age of 19 that I began my transformation. I was lounging about our manor after my lessons with our private tutors when it all began. The memory is very foggy to me, but the one thing that stood out among all else was the thirst; it was consuming and I very much felt like my insides were on fire. My throat felt full of sand. All the water in the world was not helping to get rid of the horrid sensations that were coursing through every fiber of my being. I must have been screaming because I vaguely remember father arriving at the scene with dread written clearly on his face. I remember him offering his wrist to me. It wasn't until he took his dull sterling silver letter opener out of his vest pocket and opened his flesh to me that I understood. So many odd things over the years came crashing to the forefront of my memories. Fathers absent appetite and his love for wine, the many servants of our home that seemed to occasionally leave one night and never return, and many other oddities that I had never thought very hard on, including his odd colored eyes. When the smell of his blood hit my olfactory epithelium my thirst peaked, and I lost any and all control over my body. I was horrified at what I was doing, but I could not stop myself.
My father spent the next several years teaching me the ways of a vampire and studying the peculiarity of my maverick hybrid self. I did not have the vulnerability of a normal vampire. Sunlight did not bother me and I did not solely require human blood to survive. My father's blood was sustaining enough, for the most part. I occasionally had no choice but to partake in human blood consumption, but I also did not have to drink near as often as he. Human food no longer provided me with any nutritional value but I could stomach it in times of necessity, mainly to not draw attention to myself from the humans. Father trained me to get used to my new body; my strength and agility. Sadly, the one thing he was unable to beat out of me was my old human clumsiness. He eventually gave up trying as it made me seem more human, another asset to my survival. As a hybrid, I am able to retract my canines so that they do not stand out as much. It also helps me to not puncture my lips. (I suppose my mouth is clumsy also.) Perhaps my favorite thing about me that has stayed from when I was still fully human are my eyes. They only turn crimson when I feed and slowly bleed back into their original color during the next thirty minutes or so. My father always gushed about my eyes. He would tell me they like two brilliantly dark amethysts sparkling up at him. It turns out that the color of my eyes give one of my biggest secrets away about my greatest asset as a hybrid, a gift that will come to aid me greatly in my quest of survival. However, that is another story for another time, and ultimately what caused me to lose my father.
Once my father was no longer with me and I was on my own, I survived fairly well. Like the humans, and also something my father pounded into my brain since my birth, I had a quest for knowledge. I learned everything I could about anything. I learned to speak the many different languages of the humans, the different religions, the myths, legends, medicine, modern science as it advanced, etc. I traveled all over the world and I rarely found myself bored. However, after a few centuries I was beginning to get tired of losing the friends I had made. I moved around often as to not raise suspicion at my agelessness. I had met and spent time with thousands. I adored the humans and their tenacity for life just as much as I hated the darker parts of their genetic makeup that made them kill one another and perform heinous acts to their own race. When the end of their short little world came crashing down around them, I was distraught, but I could not help some of the excitement that bubbled forth when I heard the whispered words of humans speaking of vampires. I was finally going to get to meet some of my kind, or at least, my father's kind. However, what I did not expect was that all the things that aided me so very well over the past thousand years….. all those things that enabled me to fit in with the humans? It was not very helpful in constructing relationships with my vampire brethren. At first glance, and in many cases upon further inspection, I could be considered human. I had to kill the first few that I met, just in order to stay alive. For some time after that, I simply stayed in the shadows and observed my distant relation and their interactions with the humans so that I may learn to fit in a little better. I was at war with myself on which side to take in this odd new world that had exploded into existence around me. However, I was determined to make some kind of connection with the other half of myself.
The day came when I had finally built up enough confidence and intel to try and approach another group of vampires that seemed to be a little more organized and friendly with one another. This particular group was rather large and far reaching from what I could tell; they seemed to have formed a hierarchy of sorts. Things were going rather smoothly with my approach and my confidence started to swell even more. As luck would have it, it was shortly after that when things went to hell in a handbasket, literally. As it turns out, vampires are not very trusting beings. I also seem to have greatly misjudged their true view of humans, since that must but what they assume I am. The end result to my quest is where I find myself currently; perched precariously atop a sword with my own two daggers pressed against the throat of the swords owner, Ferid Bathory.