Hello every one, I'm Adrienne and I am what you may call, or what my father refers to me as, a Freak. All my life I have had the ability to control fire. Kind of what you see Zuko do in the Avatar the last Air Bender, and Dustfinger in Inkheart, that type of stuff. Yes, elemental bending is real my friends, don't let anybody else tell you otherwise.
My "ability" came to me when I was around…oh…five or six years old. That is when the fights between my mom and dad began. I remember, lying there in my bed at 2 in the morning, listening and crying. Praying to god to make them stop fighting.
But it never did.
One night, when I was eight, I heard my parents at it again. I crawled out of my bed to see. I remember sitting there at the top of the stairs huddled against the banister; the wood floor cold against my bare feet.
I saw dad hit my mom, over and over again; beating her more and more. Dad went and got a carving knife from the kitchen, and I watched as he stabbed her, over and over…and over again.
I didn't move, I didn't scream, all I could do was watch. My eyes were fixated upon the knife in my father's hand. I remember becoming angry, enraged at my father. My body became very hot, and soon the knife became a blaze.
My father screamed in pain, dropping the knife, and then he saw me. "You," he said "You, you little fire starter freak! Get down here you little bitch!" He yelled as he chased after me. I tried to run, but he always caught me. That night, I truly understood the meaning of suffering.
My father would, rape, hit, beat and utterly abuse me to the fullest extent.
Finally when I was 18, I ran, I ran as far as I could to get away from him. But sadly, where ever I went, everyone could see the scars of my past. The night I ran, father gave me one hell of a beating.
That's when I happened upon "Cirque Du Freak". I found a flyer and went to see the show. I met a man called Mr. Tall who escorted me in personally. He was very kind to me. He took me to an empty seat near the back then said "Enjoy the show."
The show was interesting, but I was mostly amazed at all the "Freaks". Then Mr. Crepsley came out with his performing Spider. His eyes, met mine.
I remember feeling the lump in my throat becoming a knot. And my cheeks became warm and were no doubt turning 20 million shades of red.
He was the one who saved me, helped me…………loved me. Larton Crepsley is the Vampire who stole my heart.
This is my story.