CHAPTER ONE
Year: 1660
Current age: 9
I just arrived at my grandparents house. After my father died, they were my only family. I opened the doors for the big white house in front of me. i saw my grandmother coming down the stairs. I ran to her, crying.
"Oh Grandma, I missed you so much" I said to her as she hugged me back.
"I missed you too, dear." When she let go I looked around searching for my grandfather. "where's grandpa?"
"he's going to be home soon, dear" then she held my hand. "come on, I'll show you your room" I nodded and followed her to the second floor. She took me to the third door to the right. And we entered.
The room was nice. The walls were soft cream, with a few paints. The bed was big and in light pink. There were flowers everywhere.
"this was your mother's room. I hope you like it" Grandma told me. I turned to face her, and smiled.
"thank you. I do like it" after that she left me to get some rest. I threw myself at the bed and thought about my life. I closed my eyes to think better
"dear, you should wake up. It's time for breakfast" I woke up to see my grandmother's face. Breakfast? I must have fallen asleep. I nodded unable to talk, I was still tired. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and got dressed.
I was walking to the stairs when I saw a big paint of my father and my mother. I smiled as I remembered how bright their smiles were. I went down the stairs to see my grandfather sitting on one of the chairs and drinking his coffee.
"Morning, grandpa" he only nodded. I sat at the table and waited for grandma to join us. When she came we started eating in silent. My grandfather never liked me for I don't know why.
"I'm going to the church today. If you do not mind." I said to end the silence. My grandma looked at grandpa as to know what he will say.
"sure you can." He answered and then left the room. I sighed. I completed the rest of my food fast so I can leave earlier. After finishing I went to my room and pulled my hair in a loose pony-tail. I almost ran to the front door and went out.
I walked down the street and took the corner. I kept walking until I saw my grandfather's church. He was the pastor of the Anglican Church in London. He used to hunt for evil creatures such as witches, werewolves, and vampires. Of course he passed the job to his son, who's my father. I used to think that Grandpa hated my father so much that he lead him to his death. But, I can remember the way he felt when they told him father wasn't coming back.
I hadn't realized I was already standing in front of the church until a boy no older than 18 left it. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
A/N: so? how was this chapter? thank you for reading. next chapter will be up soon.