Chapter 1: That demon, a… Princess?

I was born a human. Queen Aurora Blair Rose and King Philip Dean of France were my parents. Yes, I'm of royal blood, believe it or not.

My mother was cursed by a woman with horns, who wasn't a demon, nor human. (She never told me the woman's name unfortunately.) A woman who woke her up from her curse of a death like sleep by true love's kiss. (Or that's how my mother told me how that went.) Who my mother never saw for a while. My father was a prince who fell in love with my mother, since, in many people's eyes (including mine), was the most beautiful woman in the world. They married in March of 1443. My mother failed 4 times to have a child, until she dreamt about that horned woman one night, in May of 1449.

"My darling beastie…" the woman said "Fairy godmother…" my mother said in surprised. "Beastie, you will have a child. A beautiful girl with your golden locks but her father's blue eyes…" the horned woman said. With a smile in her eyes, my mother asked, "Really? Oh, my goodness! When will she be born? When can Philip and I hold our first child?" The woman replied, "The child will be born a month before your cousin, Vlad Tepes III, becomes King of Wallachia." My mother gasped in excitement. "I'm to be a mother… finally! Fairy godmother, you don't know how happy I am! Thank you!" The woman smiled, walking away from my mother's mind, never to be seen again.

And so, my mother announced her pregnancy in April of 1450. As the horned woman said, I was born a month before my uncle's coronation. I was born on January 20th, 1451, female, with golden locks, blue eyes, and a beautiful face, as predicted.

I was born Catrina Blair Dean, Princess of France.

"Wait what?! You were born a girl?! How in the hell did that happened?!" asked my lord. "Let me finish, my lord, and you will know how I became a male demon instead of a female one." I answered. He's already interrupting and it hasn't been 5 minutes into the story. This is going to take a while… "Alright. Continue." said the young master. I nodded and did was I was told.

After my uncle's coronation ceremony, I met him. Vlad the Impaler. He was my uncle. The man who killed thousands of men in many battles. The man who terrified many upon saying his name. The man who is known now as Dracula.

"My, My, who's this little angel?" Vlad said. I stared at him with my blue eyes, questioning who he was. I was a month old, so all I could respond was a bunch of baby noises. "This Princess Catrina Blair, our daughter." My father answered. "Looks like that 'woman' in your dream was right, Aurora. She is quite beautiful." My mother smirked at my uncle's response and said, "Thank you for your kind compliment towards Catrina." A woman started to walk up toward the group and said "Did just hear that someone was quite 'beautiful'?"

"A 'hello' or, 'congratulations on becoming king' would've been nice. And yes, Angela, I said that to my darling little niece." The Impaler replied. Queen Angela Landers of Denmark was my aunt. She and Vlad were born in the same year and month. Just different days. She was a 5'10 woman with a blue dress showing little cleavage, puffed up sleeves, a white ruff, and multiple types of white like gems on her chest and some parts of her skirts. She also had pure purple eyes, silver hair with bangs (which was very unroyal like for men and women) and put up as an emerald eye style with a silver crown. Angela wasn't very fond of me.

"You seem to forget that the only beautiful woman in this castle. No, in this land. In fact, the most beautiful in the world!" Angela shouted. "Well, my queen, now you got some competition." My mother joked. My father and Vlad chuckled. "Competition? With that… thing? Ha! Please, all children precious at first, well, except this one." Angela said pointing at me, "Just wait until children grow up at they look uglier than the devil himself." My parents stared at her with an angry look. I was staring at her with curiosity. Wondering why my aunt looked at me in disgust. "If you want to stay for the rest of the event, I recommend you to start acting as the Queen you are instead of an ignorant jealous person. Do you understand?" My uncle demanded. Narrowing her eyes, Queen Angela said in a sassy way, "Yes, my lord."

After the ceremony, Angela never wanted to get along with me. My family stopped hearing from her in 1455. We saw her once more in a form of a corpse. Angela died on December 21, 1462.

On to my personal life now. For the most part, I was "raised" by my mother (and with a lot help of my uncle Vlad). My father died of an illness when I was one. I don't remember him much, but I still loved him because of the stories my mother and my uncle told me about him. How brave and strong he was. How much he protected the ones and he loved and the ones in need. How he's always with me until this day.

When my father died, my mother fell into depression that lasted for about a week. She wanted to be strong for me. Instead, she started to be more focused on her royal duties than on me. But I understood why. She was a queen, she needed to attend to many meetings, sign many documents, and conduct speeches for the homeland. I never asked her to be with me, believing that I would only interrupt her work time. So, I usually spend my time outside the castle with a guard and nanny by me. I mostly played with the children of the town, help the needy, and helped the church.

My uncle also showed me how to sword fight and hand to hand combat when I was 6. I kept on practicing for years until I defeated Vlad (which I eventually did). Once I learned to defend myself properly, I ordered my nanny and guard to stop joining me to the town.

Then, like every person in the world, I, at 16, met someone who would change my life forever. I met a Grim Reaper in training. His name was William T. Spears.