PRELUDE, AUTHOR INTRO
Still darkness enveloped me, the shadow of the trees were beckoning fingers in the light of the crescent moon in the black, cloudless sky. Looking back, it was a night quite like this when I met him, the devil…
My hair had been wet, dripping almost from my evening bath. I had been wrapped in my sheer, almost see through emerald robe. The garden had drawn me to it from my window, and I had pushed out the layer of glass that separated me from the outside world. Sliding up on the sill, one leg dangling off the edge while the other perched comfortably on my 10 inch wide piece of real estate, I looked out over my garden and out to the forest beyond. Its welcoming shadows lingered on the cobblestone paths of my tidy flower garden.
I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of a crisp, breezy, fall evening. The moon's light caressed me gently with its soft glow. My skin often turned pale in the moonlight, even returned its glow. My mother had said it was because I was simply a radiant child that was blessed by the moon.
Pfft, what a lie. Blessed? No. I had been cursed. It was so shortly after my birth that both my parents died of disease, my mother first, then my father. I had been handed to my grandmother and transferred to her manor; she was an aristocrat of The Empire of the True Race even though she lived in Londinium. There she, quite literally, beat the ways of the noble into me, consequently turning me into the hateful, despotic person I am now.
Ganna, they called her. I loved her very much growing up, and she loved me dearly too, but when she became my legal guardian and I was to inherit her estate when she died, she turned from being a sweet, old grandmother that sent me Christmas cards to an evil lady who abused me regularly during lessons or when her day just didn't go as she wanted at work. Normally I just put it behind me and continued on, but I knew I couldn't take it forever.
One day, I don't know. I guess I just lost it. I was relaxing on the balcony of my room. Ganna came home to find me there and the first thing she had done was hit me and asked why I was not diligently working on my studies and began mumbling to herself about the incompetence of children.
My anger had peaked as I did not have the best day either. The terran servants had been slow today, which was normal, but it's when they continuously screwed up, that I simply dismissed them for the night and did everything myself, or neglected to do everything myself, so the manor was trashed.
I had lashed out at my grandmother, claws extended and teeth bared. There had been a struggle, some shattering glass and splintering wood. Door frames smashed and silverware flew everywhere. I hardly remember what happened after the banister knocked me out on impact, but when I woke up, my grandmother was lying in my arms bloodied and cold. I was 22 years old; I had Awakened.
This fanfiction is rated R in general. Some chapters are lighter than others. Explicit scenes are common in later chapters, as well as language, gore, and mental images you will not be able to unsee.