~I got bored and decided to start a new fic. This is about my character, Anna. (Call me self-obsessed) I will have AAR characters in this, but I do not own them. Anyways, enjoy. Oh yeah Anna's POV. ~
My sister and I were walking to church on a fine Sunday morning. The birds were out and were chirping melodically. I enjoyed being outdoors. I felt closer to nature. Which makes sense. If you think about it. My mother was trying to catch up with Caryn and I; she had stopped to talk to someone. When my sister and I were near the huge oak doors of the church, I saw a little boy clutching his elbow and crying. I watched as Caryn walked over and touched his elbow; I felt it as well, the magic had flowed from Caryn's fingers onto the boy's scrape. She made the skin heal, the pain the boy felt was carried away with the wound. I watched the little boy run away happily, as if nothing had ever happened to his elbow. Caryn was an extremely caring person, or at least she was in my point of view. She would heal anyone in the world. Besides vampires, I hope. Dominique Vida, my aunt, hunted the foul things. I knew they were evil. I also knew that Caryn worked at Single Earth. That created major sparks in my family. I really wondered if Caryn would become a vampire herself. I mean she believed that peace could be achieved between witches, humans, vampires, and shape shifters. It would be a big step towards bridging the gap between vampires and witches. Although, my cousin Sarah Vida had already been changed; that had been about 7 years ago. And that caused nothing but trouble.
We walked into the church; it was oddly calming, with its cream walls and flowers scattered all around the church, bursts of rich color amongst the cream walls. The church smelled of incense and smoke. Candles burned at the altar. We ended up sitting in the third row of the church. My mother knelt praying, for some miscellaneous reason. I don't really know why we came. I mean, we weren't really Catholic. We were witches. Though the principle in every religion is really the same.
The priest's powerful voice boomed throughout the church. I did not understand his homilies or anything at all. I just sat there, wasting space. I felt comfortable in the church; safe. I knew the danger I was in, along with the rest of my family. Vampires would naturally call us enemies and aim to kill us. We were marked for death as soon as we left our mother's womb.
When church was finally over we left. Well, we tried to. It took us a half hour to get to the car, considering the fact that my mother and Caryn stopped to talk to all of their friends and acquaintances. Luckily, I did not have to train today. I really was not good at being a healer. At all. It was quite sad really. The only thing in me that actually had power in it was my blood. I was hopeless. That's what Dominique says anyway. She says I am a dreadful healer. I was told that I would do more harm than good to a person if I tried to heal them. That made me feel great.
We stopped at a local diner and had something to eat. Naturally, when Caryn brought up Single Earth my mother's face made it look as if she had bitten into a lemon. Caryn should have just avoided the topic. I asked mother if we could go see Jesse today. Her face snapped back to its normal appearance; I also felt all the tension drain out of the conversation. Caryn owed me. Big time. My mother said 'why not?' to my question. Jesse was the youngest of Dominique Vida's daughters. At first her attitude had been playful and happy like mine, but it had changed and morphed, until she was near the point of turning into a monster like her mother. Oh did I say monster? I meant hunter of vampires. Not monster.
~ This story takes place before Anna Smoke is changed. This chapter was about her childhood. The next chapter I post will probably deal more with her teenage years. Read and review. ~
My sister and I were walking to church on a fine Sunday morning. The birds were out and were chirping melodically. I enjoyed being outdoors. I felt closer to nature. Which makes sense. If you think about it. My mother was trying to catch up with Caryn and I; she had stopped to talk to someone. When my sister and I were near the huge oak doors of the church, I saw a little boy clutching his elbow and crying. I watched as Caryn walked over and touched his elbow; I felt it as well, the magic had flowed from Caryn's fingers onto the boy's scrape. She made the skin heal, the pain the boy felt was carried away with the wound. I watched the little boy run away happily, as if nothing had ever happened to his elbow. Caryn was an extremely caring person, or at least she was in my point of view. She would heal anyone in the world. Besides vampires, I hope. Dominique Vida, my aunt, hunted the foul things. I knew they were evil. I also knew that Caryn worked at Single Earth. That created major sparks in my family. I really wondered if Caryn would become a vampire herself. I mean she believed that peace could be achieved between witches, humans, vampires, and shape shifters. It would be a big step towards bridging the gap between vampires and witches. Although, my cousin Sarah Vida had already been changed; that had been about 7 years ago. And that caused nothing but trouble.
We walked into the church; it was oddly calming, with its cream walls and flowers scattered all around the church, bursts of rich color amongst the cream walls. The church smelled of incense and smoke. Candles burned at the altar. We ended up sitting in the third row of the church. My mother knelt praying, for some miscellaneous reason. I don't really know why we came. I mean, we weren't really Catholic. We were witches. Though the principle in every religion is really the same.
The priest's powerful voice boomed throughout the church. I did not understand his homilies or anything at all. I just sat there, wasting space. I felt comfortable in the church; safe. I knew the danger I was in, along with the rest of my family. Vampires would naturally call us enemies and aim to kill us. We were marked for death as soon as we left our mother's womb.
When church was finally over we left. Well, we tried to. It took us a half hour to get to the car, considering the fact that my mother and Caryn stopped to talk to all of their friends and acquaintances. Luckily, I did not have to train today. I really was not good at being a healer. At all. It was quite sad really. The only thing in me that actually had power in it was my blood. I was hopeless. That's what Dominique says anyway. She says I am a dreadful healer. I was told that I would do more harm than good to a person if I tried to heal them. That made me feel great.
We stopped at a local diner and had something to eat. Naturally, when Caryn brought up Single Earth my mother's face made it look as if she had bitten into a lemon. Caryn should have just avoided the topic. I asked mother if we could go see Jesse today. Her face snapped back to its normal appearance; I also felt all the tension drain out of the conversation. Caryn owed me. Big time. My mother said 'why not?' to my question. Jesse was the youngest of Dominique Vida's daughters. At first her attitude had been playful and happy like mine, but it had changed and morphed, until she was near the point of turning into a monster like her mother. Oh did I say monster? I meant hunter of vampires. Not monster.
~ This story takes place before Anna Smoke is changed. This chapter was about her childhood. The next chapter I post will probably deal more with her teenage years. Read and review. ~