My name is Emilee Nova Leontiy, and I am a genetic freak.
I don't say this lightly, it's the truth. I'm half Dhampir, half Moroi. I have all the strength and the natural curves of a Dhampir, and the height, light skin, and need for blood of a Moroi. Don't ask me how that's possible, because I have no idea.
I also specialize in not one, but two elements, Fire and Earth. However, I have no power of compulsion, like most Moroi, but I'm also immune to compulsion, even by Spirit users and Strigoi. I guess that's an upside.
My father was a Dhampir, a guardian, and my mother, a Moroi, his charge. They fell in love, and had me. And then a few years later, they had my little brother, Tyler. He's not like me, he's all Dhampir. I'm the only one of my kind in existence, at least that we know of.
Nobody knows how it could be possible, but I'm proof that it is. I was sent away to St. Vladimir's at the age of ten, older than most Dhampirs. My parents said it was to protect me and to help me learn how to defend not only myself, but others as well.
I graduated a year ago, and for a while I just wandered around, visiting all the places I wanted to see before I became an official Guardian. I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a Guardian, even though I graduated at the top of my class, plus the fact that I specialized in two elements -one being Fire, which is deadly to Strigoi- I just wanted to experience the world before I had to give up my whole life to protect someone -probably some stuck up royal- with my entire being.
The Guardian mantra is "they come first." But how can you follow that when you, yourself, are both Dhampir and Moroi?
I finally returned home to my family, only to be promptly shipped off to Court. I didn't even get to say goodbye to Tyler.
Now, I'm virtually a lab rat for the royals. Queen Tatiana -before she was murdered- ordered the court doctors to do all sorts of tests on me and experiment with my blood and tissue samples. Even though she's gone now, they still keep at it. It's been going on for months now, every week I have to report to the infirmary and get vial after vial of blood taken from me, leaving my arms and wrists bruised, and me feeling incredibly weak. Sometime's I'm even too weak to make my own way to the feeders, and they have to bring one to me instead before I can walk back to my room.
They're trying to find out what makes me so unique, trying to find a way to replicate it to make more like me. They haven't had much luck so far, but they always tell me they have "high hopes", whatever that means.
Personally, I don't think it can be replicated. I'm just a freak of nature, one of those once in a lifetime cases. And honestly, I wish they'd spend more time focusing on how to keep it from ever happening again. Or maybe find me a cure, to make me only a Dhampir, or only a Moroi. I don't care which at this point. Because I can tell you, my life is not the "miracle" they like to think it is. Sure, I'm faster and stronger than any Moroi, and even most Dhampirs, but that certainly doesn't make my life any easier.
This is my first ever FF uploaded here. I'm not sure what to do with it. I have an idea of where I want it to go, but I'm not sure if it's good enough to continue. If I do continue it, updates will probably be very sporadic and it most likely won't be every long. This is basically just an intro, if I write a second chapter it'll hopefully be longer and have some actual dialogue. This is going to be an Adrian/OC pairing, if you're wondering.