When I was born people thought I was dead. I had full white hair and wasn't crying. Most babies cry right? Well I didn't. I didn't make a single noise. Later they realized I was alive and I had a small patch of black in my white hair. My mother was so scared of my hair and then... my eyes. My eyes were a burnt orange cat eyes. All witches have yellow cat eyes at rare times lime green cat eyes, but never burnt orange. They didn't want me along with all supernatural foster homes, not even vamps who usually takes unwanted children in to kill and drink their blood, but they wouldn't even take me. No humans could take me with my witch blood. I became an orphan and I freak. People feared me.

Now 19 years later I'm full grown and living on the streets. I have long white curly hair and fluffed black bangs that cover my left eye. The bangs was fluffed not curled like the rest of my hair and the fluff and curl is all natural. I still have my burnt orange cat eyes. I also have tan skin. I dress in a nice warm furred heavy coat and baggy black warm pants and warm black steel toe boots that I got from the clothes for the poor thing. I am still feared, maybe even more, but I no longer care and I still have never cried. I think it's impossible for me to cry even though at times I would love to. I try to cry and nothing comes out.

So that is where my story is now. Me on the streets being a freaked and feared. I was walking when I ran right into someone. I fell down on my ass my hood falling off with my long hair going every where, my hair went to my waist so it was long, and my sunglasses coming off my eyes falling onto my stomach. The guy who I ran into fell back too. He had black cargo pants, a black long sleeved shirt, and a black sweatshirt, and boots. He had long spiky black hair and brown eyes and tan skin. He was quiet cute, but not my type I was more into red heads. I groan sitting up.

"Oh I'm so sorry." The guy said helping me up.

"I'm fine." I mumbled.

"Your the-

"The witch girl who everyone fears ya." I said rolling my eyes picking my glasses back up.

"Well I don't fear you." i rolled my eyes.

"Ya I don't care." I said putting my sunglasses on and tucking my hair back into my hood. He frown looking at me.

"Look if you don't want to be feared anymore, I'm from Vamphala-

"Where everyone gets a restart and not judged, but excepted. I know. I heard that before." I said pushing my bangs back and my hood on. He sighed.

"Well if you change your mind here." He handed me a card. "Give me call if you want to come to Vamphala." With that he walked away. I looked down at the card. I couldn't go. I would never be accepted and... you probably need money to get in. With that I looked at the card once more, it had Vamphala written in the front and his name and the keepers on the back, his name was Alexander Perry I read before ripping it up and throwing it into the trash bin. I sighed and walked off down the street.

(Alex's pov)

Vamphala is actually a whole country, not on any human map. The northern part of it is always freezing, that is where the keeper castle is, the southern part is always warm, the eastern part is always spring, the western part is always fall. The middle is always seasonal like the regular human countries. The castle that we keepers live in is huge. It was tall and dark with 100 bedrooms, a ball room, a huge dinning room, a huge kitchen staffed with the best chefs, a huge game room with all arcade games, a big in door swimming pool room, 55 bathrooms, a huge office, a huge library that is the biggest in the world and has every human made book and supernatural made book in the world, and then we had a nice big sun room where my mother does her gardening.

When I was 9 my father, a good father, but with bad ideas, got arrested for stealing, he was stealing to help his family. He was sent to 9 years in jail and my mother couldn't survive without him so she remarried to Arebic Perry. They fell in love and had two more kids with the 12 they had already. My mom had 6 kids, my brother Sebastian, my brother Liem, my sister Lauren, me, and my twin sisters Luna and Moona. Then Aerbic had 6 kids also, a son named Sebastian, twins Steven and Drake, Mary, Kim, and Susan.

Even when my father got out we never went back... he ended up being worst than before and killed a guy landing him life in prison. He wasn't smart, but he was my father. Sebastian is married so he doesn't live in the castle, neither was Liem and Lauren because they had there own places, and so does Kristofer too. Sebastian is 27, Kristofer is 29, Liem is 24, Lauren is 23, Steven and Drake are 19, I'm 18, Mary is 15, Kim is 13, Moona and Luna are 16, Susan is 11, and our newer kids from both Drake and Perry is my brother Ryder whose 5 and my sister Christii. We all had our names changed to Perry though, because well... Drake's name is Drake and that is my last name so it would be confusing.

So we live together in our huge castle and it's nice, but that girl... she should really come here. I sighed walking up the steps to our castle. Were Keepers we bring supernaturals into town and keep peace among all the kinds making sure they treat everyone equally and nicely. I'm a keeper, my brothers Steven and Drake. Although Sebastian and Liem aren't living with us they are also keepers. Only the guys are keepers although my sisters Luna and Lauren are trying to convince my father to let them become keepers too, because we need the people and he won't hire anyone who isn't apart of the family.

I walked into the castle and saw my father sitting there newspaper in hand and Lauren and Luna begging to join. I walked over to him and before I could talk to him he cut me off. "Can you help your brothers Steven and Drake with the posts they are working on outside?" I sighed.

"Yes father." I said and walked away grumpy. I wanted to see if he knew where my mother was. All well I'll have to find her after. I walked outside and saw Drake and Steven.

Now you can tell who is a Perry and who is a drake just by looking at us. The Drakes have thick brown hair and brown eyes and tan skin... whereas the Perry's not so much.

The Perry's have bright red hair, pale skin, and big green eyes or blue eyes. They are lean, but strong, fast and flexible. The Drakes are more strong and tall, they are shorter. We have more of a ruffer look where they look like total Irish guys. You can tell they're Irish with one look. We look more of a Spanish and Hawaiian mix look.

Steven had long red hair and big blue eyes. His hair went to his shoulders and covered his eyes. He had pale skin with a bunch of freckles and was only 5'11". He was dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt under a black jacket. Drake had a mop of red hair and big green eyes and pale skin with a lot of freckles more so than his brother. He was also 5'4". He was in a red long sleeved shirt and baggy black pants and a heavy heavy black jacket. Steven was the tallest out of all of the Perry's... he was also getting a haircut from my mother today which he hated, but he will lose his long shagged look.

"So what are we doing?" I asked walking over to them.

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We finished with Steven shivering all the way. "So you bang into this girl whose feared by all and she was hot." Steven asked shaking his head. "Should have gotton her number." I rolled my eyes.

"I think she should come here." Steven stopped walking and looked at me.

"Here as in Vamphala?"

"Ya... Look I don't think she's that evil."

"Maybe not... but you should talk to dad." He said as he walked through the three feet of snow. "Damn it I'm freezing. I'm freezing my fangs off." I rolled my eyes at the crazy vampire. That's another thing the Perry's are Irish vampires and we, Drakes, are Spanish/Hawaiian werewolves. So I don't get cold often.

"Fine..." I grumbled and walked up the steps and walked over to my father. "Um father I-

"Did you finish the task I gave you?" My father asked cutting me off.

"Ya we finished in minutes once Alex helped." Steven said walking in casually. "Oh he wanted to ask you about this girl he met." He said knowing how formal I was with him unlike the Perrys are with their dad.

"Hmmm... What about this girl?" He asked putting his paper down looking up at me with his green dark eyes. He also had red hair which was like his son Steven's but thicker.

"She's the witch everyone fears all the time. I thought she could come to Vamphala to start over... but I know I have to check in with these things with you and-

"Alexander she is feared for a reason. To other witches she is the devil's daughter with her eyes and death hair." He said cutting me off. "I don't think someone like her should be here." He said starting to pick of his paper and I have no idea what made me speak out, but I did.

"Yes, but the whole point of this place is for people like her to be able to be accepted. If we kick people out like her than what is stopping us to that to others. The whole Vamphala code is to accept people like her and give them chances. We can't do that if we don't even give her a chance." I said harshly making Steven, who at the moment was balancing on two legs of his chair go back down on all four legs looking at me shocked. Drake looked up shocked staring at me, but I continued. "She may not even be bad. All we know about her is gossip and rumors... rumors that may just not be true." I said harshly.

"Maybe so, but we can't risk having someone who could ruin everything we live by and that is safety." He said back to me just as harshly and with a warning that i was over stepping my boundary.

"Fuck that." I said back harshly and Steven shook his head at me fiercely telling me to stop, but I didn't. "Your just afriad of trusting an idea that came from someone who isn't your son. If it was Drake or Steven asking you to take a chance on this girl you would hop right to the chance, but it's me asking. The son of a guy whose rotting in jail. The kid who is just like him. Isn't that what you said to me the first time we met?" I said harshly. "Well fuck you. You judge everyone who isn't family just like those people judge that girl." I said stormed out of the room without a look back.

I was sitting on the roof above the attic, which is my room, when the door flap opened revealing my aging mother. She had long curly black hair that started to gray and she had big brown eyes that showed tiredness and worry. Her face had some wrinkles, but she still as beautiful as ever in my mind.

"Hey honey your dad-

"Arebic is not my father." I snapped at her and flinched feeling sorry afterwards. She sighed and sat down next to me.

"I know sweety." She said holding me in her arms. I sighed and rest my head on her shoulder my arm around her waist. "I agree with you. He is tough on you and never listens to your ideas." She said and I frown. "But he does care. Don't think he doesn't. He took a risk letting you in here with you being like your father through and through." She sighed. "He's trying to connect with you honey, but it's hard for him. He has 6 of his own to watch out for, two that we share, and then 6 more of mine." I sighed.

"Yes, but four did move out."

"Yes, but he still has 5 of his own to watch, most much younger than your siblings, than 4 of mine, and two of the ones we share... and one is still teething." I sighed nodding. "He's trying, but your sisters are running him ragged. They want to be keepers to help him, but won't leave him alone about it." She said sighing running her fingers through my hair. I nod.

"I know, but I have never once asked him of anything and when i ask him to take a chance on this girl for me he automatically turns me down." I said mad still. She sighed still running her fingers through my hair.

"Let me talk to him. Maybe he'll change his mind if I tell him everything that's going on." I nod and she kissed my forehead. "Don't stay out here to long it's freezing." I smiled as she went back in. I laid back on the roof.

"Maybe, but I love the cold... like dad." I said sighing.