Prologue:
He couldn't believe this, he just couldn't. He was not entirely human. His mother had spent so much of her energy trying to tell him as such his entire life, he just had never put much belief, or much care, into trying to listen to her to discern if it was actually true or not. I guess it would explain why his mother always had men over their house; why his father had disappeared when he was such a young age. Where had he gone? That was not a question that Blaise knew the answer to. The really only thing he knew about his father was that he had had dark wavy hair and semi-tan skin, both of which he had inherited. He had also his fathers aristocratic facial structure; strong chin, cheekbones that looked like they could cut glass. From living with his mother his whole life, he knew he had inherited three things; his slender but strong body shape, his strange bluish/purple eyes, and his creature inheritance… he was a veela.