Chapter 1-Mirror on the wall

It's been 493 years since I can remember my mother's voice I was just five years old when my own father killed her.

I have his eyes. Dark brown cruel eyes and dark brown hair. But I have my mother's face and bravery.

My father said it's not bravery. It's foolishness. I am just like her he said but he can change that. And he did through time.

Forever seventeen. I was born half vampire and I wanted to remain human but I guess the vampire in me was more dominate than my human side. My soul was half light and darkness. The darkness won.

As I stare in the mirror I see her face. Sometimes I don't think it's me. When I look into the dark mirror I see her face in agony.

She haunts me through the mirror. I wish to break her free. Sadly it's not her reflection I see.

It's mine.

I am my father's daughter. I see that now.

I am Camilla Luna King...daughter of a devil.

** breaks mirror**

Watching it shattered she broke down and cried until there wasn't anymore tears to shed.

Goodnight mother...

Mirror on the wall, frame the picture...

Reflect this kiss to wish us all...

Goodnight..

- The Birthday massacre