Yeah, I suffocate quick
Does that make me a bitch?
I dont really care, no
Well your roses were sweet
Really swept me off my feet
But I start to choke
When you say lets elope
Don't push me, Sweetbox

My name is Caesar Ivashkov, Cae for short. Up until my Sophmore year, my siblings and I went to a normal, human, school. Up until then, nothing interesting happened in our lives. We were born as outcasts, being as we were first generation Dhampirs in a world were humans and vampires didn't breed anymore. Our parents didn't want us to grow up ridiculed like she and our father was. I think my father wanted us too go to his alma mater, but he knew that Mom was only trying to protect us.

Regardless, I knew they were only trying to do what was best. We lived in Maine. Not that it mattered, in the long run. Our uncle, though he wasn't really our uncle – atleast not by blood – made sure we got all the fight training we'd need if we ever got into... an altercation.

I couldn't stand sitting in one place for very long, a trait I obviously got from my father. I got mediocre grades despite trying my best. I took better to learning how to fight. I guess that's what we – Dhampirs – are best at. And our appetite alone...

Shortly after I turned fifteen, our home had been attacked by a group of Strigoi – the vampires you hear about in your stories and lore – and despite having Moroi – the living vampires you rarely hear about – magic and witchy magic, they were no matches.

They never found the bodies of our parents, which was worse than if we knew they were dead. I had heard stories of my mother's blood tasting terrible to the Strigoi, but I wasn't sure how true that was. Or if they'd be able to push through that taste and drain Mom. Were they turned into Strigoi? Why hadn't the Strigoi come after us? We were just down the hall. I had known that they didn't think straight, but I never thought they'd be that stupid. We had all been asleep... It would have been the easiest meal they could have asked for.

In the span of minutes, we had become orphans. Everything we had ever known... It had changed. And change is the one thing I don't like. If that had been all that had changed within the following years, it might not have been such a big thing. The "death" of our parents? That was just the beginning.

I should probably start the story that first day at St. Vladimir's Academy, a private school for Moroi and Dhampir alike.