Prologue.
My name is Norrah…
…and I won't answer to anything else. Actually my real name is Katherine Ella-Norrah Christova, but my mother only called me Norrah so that is the only name that I acknowledge. There are other reasons for this which I plan to explain, but for now, please, just call me Norrah.
Iam a very old woman, though you wouldn't know it to look at me, and not because I have found a miracle skin product that actually does what it claims, taking years off of my face by simply rubbing it in; and no, neither a scalpel nor a needle has ever come anywhere near my face. My appearance is completely natural, that is, if you can call a woman of my advanced age with the face of a twenty-something "natural." I am more than just an oddity, I am a Unique.
I walk through each day constantly reminded of the fact that I am different from those around me, but not for the reasons that you might already have formulated in your mind. I am used to this feeling as it is not new to me. I was given away shortly after my birth and have never known the young, unmarried girl whose indiscretion brought shame upon her family, a shame that my existence physically represented. Just moments after emerging I was thrust into the arms of a waiting farmhand to be given away to a more deserving family for a better life.
So imagine my surprise when I found out years later, after being told that my birth mother had died in childbirth and that her distraught family could not care for me properly, I was actually a representation of embarrassment to my blood relatives, so much so that they cast me off. As if that wasn't surprise enough, imagine finding out all of this as a teenager, after my father had died, and shortly before my mother lost her own life.
To add insult to injury it turned out that my birth mother had not actually died as I had always been told, but was alive and completely disinterested in me. It is for this reason that I insist that you call me Norrah and nothing different. I will never respond to Katherine or any other version of the name.
If you had discovered that you were the child of a selfish, cruel, and malicious bitch of a vampire like Katerina Petrova, wouldn't you feel the same way?
My name is Norrah, I am over five hundred years old, and I am a vampire though I am not your average blood-sucking demon of the night by any means…I am a Unique…