Chapter 2

How could this be? Where did I go wrong?

"What!" I yelled ripping my hand out of her grip.

"How could you say such a thing? We are not Comonis!"

I practically spat at her, furious that she could say such a barbaric thing. Comonis are the most vicious, vial, fiercest creatures in the world. Comoni means the devils children. It is another name for what is soon to known as Vampires. How could she call us that! My mom just sat there patiently waiting for me to calm down. When there was no sign of that, she sighed and looked out the window.

"Jaz, you must calm down so I can explain." She said still not looking at me.

I took a few deep breaths to settle myself and sat down beside her again. She finally looked at me, and I could see the pain this was causing her. Her beautiful ocean blue eyes were so dark with despair that I couldn't dare point my anger toward her.

"I guess I should start from the beginning, too bad no one truly knows when this all began." she said with a little laugh.

"All we know is that we were all born human and lived a normal life until we come upon our 18th year. Everything changes then and we become the monsters we feared the most." She looked down my hand.

I studied her face and tried to take in her words. Does she mean that I'm going to become that thing? That I am going to become a…but I couldn't finish my thought. I wouldn't believe it. By the way my mother looked; I couldn't help but know that she was indeed telling the truth.

"No!" I gasped. "No, No, NO this can't happen to me!" I shrieked.

"I can't become that, not now."I said struggling to my feet but my mom pulled me back down.

"You have no choice, none of us did. This curse will continue to pass down through us until the day it destroys the world." she said in a dead voice, looking through me to what I will become.

"No I…I...I..." stuttering to find something to say, but finding nothing. My mind went blank and I fell into silence all together. My mother's eyes got wide and then fell to the ground. She was still holding my hand.

I just wrapped my arms around her neck and cried. She hugged me back and I let everything out. Once I started settling into a whimper she pulled me back. She stared at my face, wiping away two small tears that escaped. Her expression changed; it was now hard and serious like she was trying to cover up her emotions.

"Ok Jazine I need your utmost cooperation. We are running out of time, so I need you to promise me that you won't interrupt and…"

"Wait what do you mean were running out of time?" I barely crocked out, interrupting her and holding off another set of tears.

"If you don't let me finish, I won't be able to tell you." She said annoyed. I nodded and wrapped my arms across my chest as tightly as possible.

"Like I was saying, I can't have you interrupting or questioning me from beyond this point. Can you do this for me?" She asked with pleading eyes. I nodded again and she went on.

"Good, first of all I must tell you why you were born with that birthmark." I opened my mouth in protest but she raised her finger to silence me.

"You must not interrupt!" she said this even colder now and I shuddered.

"Every newborn Comoni is born with a certain symbol or mark to show the power that they will possess when they transform." She then raised her sleeve above her shoulder to show me a mark of her own. It was shaped like a scorpion.

"This mark shows another Comoni that I am very strong, fast, and have deadly venom in my fangs and nails. So if I were to get into a fight with that person and was able to scratch or bite them… there wouldn't be any chance of survival." She said the last part with a slight smile on her face and danger in her eyes.

This was not my mother and for once I truly saw what she really was. Her facial features and body started to rearrange itself into a more dangerous weapon. Her eyes were piercing like a hawk the color changed from blue to a blood thirsty red. Her hand curled into claws, her body firmed and tightened and her ears got the slightest bit pointier. It was hard to believe, but she was even more beautiful this way. There was a low but defying growl that ripped through the room, I realized it was coming from my mother and she bared her pearl white fangs at me. I knew, for the first time, that I was in mortal danger.