Third chapter you guys. Like I said, I have most of this written already and I'm still writing it as we speak. I like stories about things such as slavery. It's interesting to think about how I would fair if I was in that situation. Good readings y'all:)

--Tennessee 1842--

I had been born into my favorite form this time and for that I was grateful. My skin was deep caramel. Shiny and smooth. My hair long and thick, curly as possible but I had cut the sides and nape down with a razor I had stolen. I was 5'9" and muscled generously as a teenage woman could be. It reminded me so much of my Egyptian body but in that body I had not been a slave.

I had been born to a slave mother named Misty. How ridiculous. I loved her though, more than I had loved any other mother that had birthed me. She was strong and almost as wise as me. She had seen pain like one could not imagine. She had seen horrors and experienced them in kind. I would miss her when I left this place but I would make sure she was free and my family as well.

My sisters and brothers were beautiful and amazing. They loved me more than I had ever experienced from any other siblings. Ashilan was the oldest and had helped Mama take care of us. Her beauty rivaled all of the white women we had seen. They had tried to make her a house wench but I persuaded them otherwise with my mind. It didn't stop the so called Master from sneaking into her bed when we all slept. He would die. She conceived a beautiful son named Malachi. The Master told her never to tell a soul or he would kill him. I would like to see him try.

Tori was the second oldest. She looked much like me but darker. She was intelligent and kind. She taught us to read after she had taught herself. I was the middle child surprisingly. Then came Justice, Chad, and Wade. They were young but strong. They never got in trouble unlike me.

We would have bonfires in the barn when the Master was asleep. All of the slaves and my family would sing and dance. Mama was known as the Voodoo preistess to the other slaves. She would sacrifice chickens and rabbits and snakes to protect us. One night, the fire called to me. Being born of it, fire fascinated me to no end. As my brother and sister slave chanted I walked slowly toward Mama and the flames. The chanting seared into my mind making me sway. It got louder and louder as I neared it. My body moved on its own, dancing and chanting around the fire. My hands slowly went toward the fire until hands yanked me away.

Mama stood with her hands on mine looking at me knowingly with her almond shaped eyes. The scars on her face made me look away sadly. "You shole do like to play wit fire, baby. But ya play wit it ya get burnt," she said quietly and walked away. I left the barn with my mind reeling. Did she know? Did she care?

Sometimes Mama would look at me like she knew what I was. Like I said, a wise woman. She never stopped loving me despite this. I would never forget this woman. Nor would I forget my family. I decree it so.

I was 16 now and had managed not to become a house wench because of my strength in the fields. I was alluring, yes, I had the body and look for it. Despite, that it was a look that this period did not know what to think about. I looked more suitable for women to be attracted to me. I had no problem with this. I was more attracted to women anyway. It didn't help that I was known for disobedience. The scars on my back were healed beautifully but they were a tapestry of reminders that humans were cruel.

I buckled as the whip sliced through my skin again. No cry left my lips but tears threatened to fall. Not because of the sharp pain but for Mama. I had been caught looking at the Master's daughter again. She was always staring at me from the porch with her mouth twitching into a small smile. Twirling her blonde hairs around her finger. Of course I'd smile back and forget about the fact that I was a slave. The overseer was always watching and so I couldn't do anything without getting caught. I didn't think a little smile would hurt anything.

Which in turn, earned me another whipping and they always made Mama watch.

She struggled in my sisters' arms, tears streaking down her beautiful face. "Stop! Let my baby go. She had enough," she cried between sobs. My sisters watched with tears of their own. The whip bit Into me again.

"Shut up you old bitch. She deserves it with all that grinnin and goin on. You reckon yall should switch places," The overseer rasped. I hated him and I would have his soul. Mama nodded fiercely. "I'll take ha beatin," she cried. I steeled myself. I would never see her beat again. "No, Mama. This is my fault and I'm gone take the beatin," I said. She tried to intervene but I gave her a look. She looked me in the eye and saw the lack of fear. She saw something ancient and wise. She nodded slowly straightening herself. When the whipping was done I limped back to our shack and my sisters laid me on my stomach gently.

"He gotcha good lil sista," Ashilan said softly. I groaned. "It's nothin I ain't had before, " I muttered. I could feel Tori's anger boiling over behind me. I hated making her angry.

At 18, I had had enough and decided it was time to go. I had never tried to run away but it was time. That night would be the night. I would run and come back for my family once I had a home up north.

Before my plan could even get into motion the Master brought some guests to the plantation. As the carriage came in I felt the blood drain from my face. Fucking Vampires.

I stood with my family by the shack as they came in. "They got to be the best looking white folks I ever seen," Ashilan whispered. I tensed as the Vampire male looked her way and smiled. I scowled at him. He would not have my sister.

These Vampires weren't cold ones. I knew they were more traditional, with blood and heartbeats. No sparkling, no venom, and they weren't as viciously thirsty. That didn't stop me from wanting to rip their heads off.

"Stay away from them, Ashilan," I said in her ear so they wouldn't hear. She looked at me confused but at the look I gave her she nodded. I didn't leave that night in fear for my family but come to find out I made the right choice.

I awoke to smoke and screams coming from the Masters mansion. I woke Mama and my siblings and we peeked outside to see what was going on. The vampires were going about setting things on fire and draining the Masters family on the front porch. I walked out swiftly and stood in front of them. The Master's daughter was dead. Her eyes glazed over like I'd seen a million times before. Such a shame. We could have had great sex in another life.

When only the Master was left they threw him in front of me. "This man doesn't seem to know that yall good folks were s'posed to be freed. We took it upon ourselves to inform him," he said grinning. I looked at him for a moment and read his mind, his aura, and his future then did the same to his mate. "Hmm, yall are good people, don't leave til I'm done with this scoundrel," I said calmly. They nodded and watched me. My family and the other slaves gathered around this monster. He had done unspeakable things and ruined our lives for far too long. "Listen brothers and sisters, tonight we kill this monster. But not just that. Yall be ready to leave this place and head anywhere. Don't stay down here or you'll find yourself a slave again. Tonight and for the rest of our lives we are free," I said stoically staring at the bleeding Master.

My fellow slaves praised and hollered to the sky. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so happy in my life. James Odair sneered at me. "Yall will always be slaves in this country. Can't nobody or nothin change that. Hell, yall ain't even human," he said with a scowl.

I laughed darkly and prowled towards him and picked him up by the throat without struggle. Everyone gasped.

"They are but I'm not," I said with a grin. "Years ago I promised myself I'd have your soul…and I will." His screams were delicious as I crushed him to ashes.

Once finished I turned to my family. They were the only ones who didn't look scared of me.

"I always knew you was more, baby," Mama said giving me a hug. "We did too but we ain't wanna make you feel bad," Ashilan said with a sad smile. I looked down with teary eyes. I didn't want to leave them.

"I love yall and I want yall to live the lives yall have wanted," I said quietly."But..I have to go my own way. I'm sorry. I love yall so much." They pulled my into a hug and we cried together for the last time. As they went back to get their belongings I watched sadly.

"You are a strong being," the female vampire, Lucille, said behind me. I sighed and turned around to join them.

"That I am but even strong beings such as myself need family." They nodded solemnly.

"I have a favor to ask of you both," I said stoically. They looked at me in confusion.

"I want you to turn me into a Vampire so that I may live forever in this form. I want to keep these scars and the memories of this family forever."

They looked understanding and agreed to do it after we had my family and friends safely in the North.

Once we got up North it was as bigoted as down South but veiled in false niceties. We went farther up to Canada where there was no slavery and racism was not something that was looked upon as normal. I got in contact with Aro and bought my family and friends homes and set them up with enough money and assets to hold them until they could find jobs. I left swiftly as to not prolong the suffering. I was not someone that they should have around. Danger and the supernatural follow me constantly. Everywhere i go I bring death and destruction.

After leaving my family, Lucille and Jonathan found a shack in the woods on the border of America. We decided I would be changed here. It was quite small but I didn't plan to stay here long at all.

"Will this hurt like venom," I asked calmly. I wasn't afraid but I needed to know beforehand."Not at all, you will drink from one of us and then we will snap your neck. Once you awaken you will be a Vampire. It's much easier in my opinion and more fun," Lucille said whimsically. I liked her but she was sort of batshit. Jonathan smiled at his mate dreamily. Ugh. Ew.

"Can we get on with this please," I growled. They jumped into action. Jonathan took it upon himself to be my sire but I didn't complain.

He opened his vein with his thumbnail and I grabbed his wrist and pulled it to my mouth hungrily. It smelled delicious. "When you wake you will feel disoriented but don't be afraid. Also, Cold One venom has no effect on us. Nor does a Lycan bite. But you can scar from them," he explained as I drank and drank. He yanked his wrist from me with some struggle. My heart was beating rapidly. I thought it might burst through my chest. Blackness quickly took over as he snapped my neck.

When I opened my eyes I was hooked. My sight had been exceptional before but this was beyond imagination. I could hear humans talking but there had been no humans anywhere close so I surmised they were far away. As I stood my eyes widened. All I had to do was think about it. Life was going to be interesting indeed.

My throat itched terribly. I scratched it unconsciously. I needed a human to drink. The thought made my eyes roll back. My gums ache so bad. I want to tear into something.

"Ashtan," Jon called hesitantly. I turned around, swiftly. I almost growled but my memories hit me like a freight train. I lifted a hand in the air and gazed at my skin. It was even smoother if possible. I ran my hands through my hair and grinned like an idiot. It was thicker. I was starting to like this very much. "Are you okay," Lucille said cautiously. I laughed aloud. Life was going very fucking well.

"Okay? I'm phenomenal. Let's go get a human for me to drink," I said excitedly. They looked at each other before turning to me with a mischievous look.