The Truth/Control | Mariah Bryant

Book Two, Chapter Twenty-One

The Beginning

All men are power-hungry in some way. All purebloods (that I did not bring into being myself) are cruel and selfish. Kaname and Ichio were the loyal assistants I needed to really make a difference. Soon I was leading the senate. Before my child was born, I was the President. Everyone treated my rule like a monarchy and when it were there was no objections. Mike was more than my assistant or even my king. He was the mediator: the one that figured out the details, the one who thought things through rationally. He was the Vice President at first. Then he was the true King. Our rule was the most marvelous Ichio had ever beheld. The Kuran legacy continued on under a new name: Thomson.

With the Night Class , the loyal ties to the vampyre hunter society, and our human friends backing everything up for us, we effectively killed the political blocks between humans and vampyres. Medical issues such as giving to vampyres who did not have the stature to have a connection to them a way to get blood tablets from the Night Class's companies and also creating drugs to prolong the fall to a Level E were handled in such a way that no one was permitted to suffer. Between the Night Class, Mike, and Benjamin, the drug (based on my poison) was very successful. Vampyre killings and the killing of vampyres decreased tremendously. The vampyre world calmed down.

Jewel became a singer rival in popularity to Linkin Park, giving her the ears of all young Americans. That was only the beginning. She remade the music standards until her original sound was not considered "American" to kids in different countries but as "Jewel". It united the world. Stephen began his carrer as a military official and grew in rank until he was the President of the United States. Thus, the Night Clan had a hand on unstable American politics. Kayla of course became the first American mangaka to be near-worshipped in Japan. Her designs and ideas and computer smarts and overall creativity gave her the ears of young Japanese people. She as a mangaka was worthy of the title, "novel". Her stories were translated throughout the world. Small clips of her movies (spawned from her mastery over scene, technology, and awesomeness) could inspire the most extreme of emotions in humans. Many other mangakas tried to follow her lead but none compared. It became un-cool not to know what the word 'manga' meant. Every other movie was anime, and more than half were her's. "United under manga and music they all stand." Night Class students grew up, too . . . slowly. Their accomplishments were too great to be advertised to humans.

I no longer held back my power. Many more tried to bring me down, but none prevailed. No one could stop me. My job began giving me joy after everyone started to rebel less. Very few of the rebels knew of my resources. Now the entire world was under me . . . at my mercy. Little knew me. All feared and most hated me. Still, the good things I did were abundant. As John D. Rockefeller was to America, I was to the world.

The very best of my accomplishments was bringing my baby girl into the world. With demonic red eyes and white hair, the beautiful baby caused me severe pain for only six hours that night during which the moon was bulging round with its own child. She glowed brighter than Mike and me combined, and captivated everyone who saw her.

There was no fight over her. She was sent to Cross Academy, to Day Class, but lived in the Moon Dorms. She grew as fast as I had, and only started growing as slowly as a human at the age of thirteen. She was an instinctual being like me, but had a wonderful heart like her father.

Mike and I married the fall after her birth. Many, many years into the future, she would continue our work.

~End of Book Two~

It is obvious to me now.

I was meant to fail, but I did not.

With the help of my love, I prevailed.

A dictator, a savior – call me what you like.

I saved the world, and will continue to lead it to peace.

I am the stronger; the strongest.

I am

The chosen one; the Higher Being's favorite.

I fulfilled the prophesy.

My daughter will carry on. What I cannot, she will.

Amara's "Higher Being" was mostly her own creation. Mike was the real savior, as Amara was always relying on him. Their power – his over physical beings and hers over mental beings – was equal after Mike had begun to practice. Using a pureblood had been the Higher Being's only flaw in the plan, but then, when is anything ever perfect? The plan is not for perfection, but something deeper . . .

I am pleased to say that this is not only the last chapter of this story that gave me so much pleasure to write, but this is also the last FanFiction I will write for a while. I must now return my attention to my own creations. You who have read this FanFiction are lucky, I think! The next piece of work that goes public will be a book that you will hold in your own hands. Congratulations! You are the first to witness what happens when I get an idea. :) See you on the biography flap.

Oh, and I now have a DeviantArt account where I post some fan arts and pictures based on this very story, as well as other prospective stories and stories that might never see the light of day… You should check me out. I'm no Picasso but still… (Because of the policy of this site, I am not allowed to post links. Here instead is my user name: Mariah-Bryant.)

Sincerely,

Mariah Bryant