Have you ever wondered about how ludicrous fairytales are? Do you ever just sit and watch as time flows by and you realize that in our world, there can be no happy endings?

For example, for what seems like a long time ago now, three kids from my school died in a car accident. I guess the girl who was driving was going just a little too fast...and the car flipped over. The driver got ejected from the car, and the two in the back seat had to be taken out by the jaws of life after the car flipped off the road and hit a tree. One of those kids was my childhood friend Charles. Though we weren't friends at the time, I still felt that he was close to me.

But I'm getting ahead of myself here. I apologize. My story is not one of the grieving girl over a tragic accident...but one of the world beyond, and how a simple teenage girl became someone of great power in a world that didn't want her.

Let's get back to the talk about fairytales. I loved them as a child. I couldn't wait for some prince to come sweep me off my feet and carry me away into the sunset. However the older I got, the more I despised them. How ironic, right? The irony will consume you once I'm done, trust me.

By the time I was twelve, I could see the horrors of the world around me. Or at least I thought I could, but truthfully I knew nothing. I'm not saying I knew everything, but I knew enough to get by at least for that year. It was too late when I realized that.

I had my first "mental breakdown" as the doctors call it; at the end of my twelfth year of life, I...lost myself. There were things that I could do that no one else could, weird things, supernatural things even. Even if I told this story to a mad man, he wouldn't believe me. The doctors don't know about that though, they only know that after it was over, I was screaming and crying in the corner of my bedroom. I didn't tell them it was over a man that I had never even met...

If I were to even hum one note of a song, whoever listens would be under my control and would do anything I pleased. That scared me to say the least, so it was easy for me to keep my mouth shut. Thinking about it now, I'm kind of a Siren actually, minus the pretty part I think, but everyone else seems to disagree. I guess you could say I'm an Oracle of sorts too. I have this weird eyeball that allows me to see visions of the future, but it's not always clear. Half the time I don't even know the people affected by them, except for this one person who kept popping up. The eyeball only appears when I have a vision, it leaves once it's over. The iris of my eye turns to crimson and this black ink like substance flows over the rest. It's quite unsettling to say the least.

Needless to say after seeing some of the things I've seen I'd say there is a good reason why I prefer not to say anything at all. A lot of the times I just keep to myself. I don't have many friends, which made it easier for me when I was in the "mental institution" a.k.a my Sire's house.

Long story short; I was turned into a vampire by a man who goes by Enzo McClain. He taught me the laws our kind goes by and watched over me for three months before my "gifts" got too out of hand and he shipped me off to the Morgynstein coven. Now, I had these gifts since I was twelve, I was turned two days after I turned sixteen. You'd think I would have gotten the hang of them by now. Yeah, that's amusing.

The Morgynstein coven was a family to put it simply. Lorne Morgynstein was the mother and Ed Burton was the father (Yes, these are two men, and yes they are gay. If you don't want to hear this then my story is not one for you). Then you have us siblings. Hunter, the eldest "son" was about twenty, he had an odd gift. He was a shield, only except his shield was both physical and mental. He could shield gifts and physical attacks by repelling them back towards the attackers. For whatever reason, his gift doesn't work against mine but again, that terrifies me. I don't like having that much power. Connor, the second eldest son at eighteen could see the auras of those around him. The set back to that is the fact that he sees them constantly. He had to figure out a whole new way to see once he ended the change.

Next comes Caleb, that little fu...trouble maker. He's the next son. Long story short he can influence your decisions, which is a real pain in the ass when he wants something. He's the younger twin brother of Connor. And speaking of twins...my brother Jonah is the next son. He and I are twins, although he says we aren't, because he was born on October 30th while I was born on October 31st. He's picky on the details of things, but when it comes down to it, we are twins. That's just how it is.

Our story is a different one. I didn't mention him before because it seemed fit to put him here. Technically if we are talking about how long we've been vampires for, I'm supposed to be next in the hierarchy of adopted children. But since Jonah has "walked this earth for longer" he gets the next spot. He has the gift of telekinesis. Just wait until you see his temper tantrums where he slams the door with his mind. It's sooooo great (please note the high levels of sarcasm). Which leaves me to be last. The youngest child and only girl in the Morgynstein Coven.

Jonah was also turned by Enzo, but about a month later than myself. While I was in the "mental hospital" our parents ended up being murdered. Right in front of him actually. Enzo killed the man as he shot Jonah. Obviously Jonah wouldn't have made it if not for Enzo, a fact Enzo loves to use to his advantage. But anyway, Enzo was checking on them; he was going to see if after I could control my urges, I could go back to them. Hence why I was in the "mental institution" and not "dead." I don't know what made him think that I could have ever gone back home, but a part of me wanted to believe I could. I'm surprised he decided to turn Jonah, he made it clear to me that I was an accident and he had just wanted a meal. Very clear. It hurt sometimes, but once Jonah was with me, it was bearable.

So because Jonah and I aren't done with high school, Lorne and Ed decided to make us go until we graduate. You can see this how you like, but to me it was unlucky that we had to finish school in the same high school we went to before all this vampire shit happened. I would have preferred it if I could have gone somewhere else. I could have just disappeared into the crowd and maybe the next scene of this drama wouldn't have happened.

Now that you know the basics, be warned for the last time. This story is one like no other. One may think I'm being over dramatic, but truthfully this is just a taste of what you'll be getting soon enough.