How It Began: Part One
Suffering Through his Pain
Ever since I was 8, my dreams were invaded by what I assume to be someone's life. I suffered through everything he had in his young age only delayed by centuries. It did wonders for my history class though it was even better for personal projects. but other that it was a curse. I was a kid that had to grow up way to fast because of something that I had no control over, what so ever. I never wanted any of it but it cane with the territory. I was 12 when my mom decided to tell me I wasn't crazy or had a male double personality. She told me of the prophecy passed down from generation to generation, mother to daughter till the time came. She told me the burden I carried was actually a gifts that was one of the rarest to happen in history of supernatural and what I had to sacrifice to have this so called gift that was more of a cursed to me."it's a gift darling, you don't have to be afraid."
In reality, at that age, being afraid was all i could even after the way she spoke of the bond I still called it a burden I'd go as far as calling it a curse sometimes. It's weight on my shoulders was greater than any feeling I had felt. The burden of knowing my future Mate was/is a a killer, a cruel spiteful vindictive vengeful killer and yet I could not call him a monster or think of him as one. I had to live through every foolish thing, every torture, every kill, every cruel feed, and every fuck my Mate had or did rather. Yet again I couldn't stop myself from wanting to meet him. I worried for my sanity such was why after the first time I had spoken about it with my parents, you can imagine their reaction, I never breached the subject again. If my family hadn't known they would have pegged me for a loony and put me in a asylum. My mother wasn't a witch like I was. the genes had sort of skipped a generation that also meant that at my mother request my father would remain oblivious to the world of supernatural. My grandma had died long ago so when I came in to my powers it made things difficult. Her old grimoires and the ones from our ancestors were all I had to teach myself considering we weren't in a coven.
My Grams hasn't just died of old age. She was murdered by people who were looking for me. My family weren't the only ones with seer blood and that how I knew she was killed. The word got out that he had a Mate and everyone with a grudge was out looking for me. I knew because I saw it from my grams I saw myself looking for them which was why I was headed to New Orleans while my parent dealt with the funeral.
After taking care of the the guy that was hired to kill my grams and channelling my Mate Klaus' thirst go revenge I wanted more I wanted the one who hired him he had called her Genevieve.