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Chapter Three: 21st Century

After my family left, I felt truly alone. Godric could only understand me to soon point, after all, he wasn't a half-breed like me. He belonged somewhere; he had a place to call home. Where could I go to? It was a simple answer really, no place. My breed was a myth, until vampires knew of Aphrodisia and I. Legends told from vampires, passed from child to child, told of my kind. We were called Hybrids, a cross between a human and vampire. It is uncertain how we are made, it just...happens. Our existence just happened, there was no creator or magic. We were just unlucky humans who were bitten and transformed into another supernatural being. My kind was a curse yet some envied us. We could walk in the sun and live like normal though only temporary. I didn't see it as a gift. We had no place in the world, no home to belong to. We could breathe like a human but kill like a vampire.

Eric split soon after, he had wanted to start fresh but he remained loyal to Godric. He would come when needed and respect his maker. The bond was strong yet mine was short lived. I was too live forever suffering each day for what my foolish mistake took from the earth, again.

Humans were still afraid of us, even after two years. We were still frightening creatures to them. Of course not all thought of us that way, only a handful. Some humans enjoyedus to the point of offering themselves for the pleasure of being bit to reach cloud 9. It was disgusting, half of me was a part of the filth so I could not hate them for it. But the vampire race lived feeding off willing humans. We were still hunted secretly and hated openly by religious people. We were a abominationthat would slowly kill the world. I was kept hidden, only few knew because I was special. I had differentblood that could kill a vampire who drank off me. That fact was the only defense I had against the vampires who wished to drink from me. My blood, as many had told me, smelled appealing to them in a way I was thought of as human.

The first time I killed one of my own, I had been living with Godric in his nest. Vampires had created living quarters called nest, where more than two vampires living together. The vampire was a male who was still learning even after his first century alive. I separated from Godric sometime during the night and he had cornered me outside. One thing led to another and in the end I was bit. It hurt, like a needle being forced into rough skin, hard and painful. I screamed somewhere in between but his soon accompanied mine. He screamed louder than me and when I finally stopped, blood dripped from his mouth. The blood was the normal color a vampire would bleed but a dark red, almost black. I called it Sick Blood. He spat the blood but more would pour from his mouth. Piece by piece his living corpse slowly burnt, as if my blood caused him to burn from the inside out with no way to put out the raging fire. I watched him die, fascinated but horrified at what my blood had done.

The rest was a blur, Godric had taken me to the Magister, the highest vampire in North America who had released me from any charge because of what I was. It was not a crime I committed for I had done nothing. From that day on I was avoided by all vampires who figured out my power. To say I was isolated would be an understatement. I was untouchable. None wanted to be near me as if I was a disease that could kill them. But I was. We were. Hybrids were the very thing that vampires were afraid of.

Hybrids were the only way the vampire race could actually die out. Our blood was a poison.

We were a threat to the vampires. But a prayer to the humans who resented Vampires.

Why I was special was never explained to me. Godric, the oldest vampire had only known of one other Hybrid who was murdered centuries before I was made. He had told me only small details for he never learned much of her. My mother, my Hybrid mother, the first of my kind was isolated from all, just like I was becoming. Godric had watched her from the shadows curious but he said she vanished one day, never to be seen again.

I knew she could still be alive, Hybrids could live forever just like Vampires.

The evening was ending, my chance for finding what I really was, was fading. I had to leave or else I would be bound to the nest, a nest that I did not belong in. The hour of sunlight had been useful to me, I could be human without anyone being harmed. I could live in harmony even if for just an hour.

I grabbed the black messenger bag from underneath the bed, grabbed an armful of clothing from my drawer and slipped on my shoes. I grabbed the thin shirt off the hook. Even I had boundaries. I would respect myself as half a human. I found a sheet of paper and a pen and wrote a quick note. My hand flicked with every curve and tall letter and ended with a period. It was a quick goodbye note because I did not have the guts to leave the only family I had ever known. I dropped the note on the bed, grabbed the bag and left my room. Taking one last look inside the beautifully decorated room I whispered a few words and left,

"I will come back."