"A gypsy?" was the basic question that the entire group asked.
"Y'all seriously don't know about gypsys?" was my question.
By the stunned expressions on their faces, I could tell the answer was no.
"How bout you all find a seat and I'll explain." I said, ushering them into the living room.
When everybody was seated, I took a deep breath. Then decided I should warn them first.
"This is a long story, I would really appreciate it if you didn't ask questions until I'm done." I looked around the room. When I got their nods of approval, well except for Crotch Monkeys, I continued.
"First off, let me tell you that a Gypsy is a hybrid between a vampire and a deesse, or goddess. In my world, a goddess is the ruler of witches. When the hybrid child is born, they have an infinite amount of magic that is sealed away by the goddess mother. When the child comes of age, she makes a choice. She will either become one of three things. A sorciere, a witch. A reine des sorcieres, a sorceress. A gitan, a gypsy."
"Generally they choose to be witches or sorceress', thinking they are the most powerful. In truth, however the gypsy is more powerful. A witch is set to the side of the light, which means by magic's laws she must only preform magic that will help and heal. A sorceress is the exact opposite, she must perform magic that will hurt and destroy. A gypsy may use her magic and any other abilities for whatever she believes to be in her best interest."
"For a long time, we were used by our vampire fathers as slaves, but we eventually became too strong and too many. We gained our freedom and have been living out our set lives from then on. The Volturi, however, are certain that we are lower creatures and have stopped at nothing to get us back under their rule."
I stopped, talking and took in the mixed expressions. At least until Bella looked me dead in the eyes and said,
"What makes you so different?"