Long ago she'd had a first and last name.
Name by which her parents called her. Surname by which the neighbors knew herr family.
But then everything went downhill, and what she once knew as her home, full of love and blessing, turned its back on her as soon as she was turned.
She looked down at her claws. Long ago she would still be confused, terrified by the changes. Hating the one who destroyed her peaceful life.
But she had learned to accept it. To accept and embrace it, that new nature, those new abilities that they gave her.
Although if she had to say how it had started, she didn't clearly remember it. In those days, of course, it was normal for young people to venture into the depths of the forest alone, either for a challenge, or because they wanted to be alone. It was not a path that she didn't know.
And yet, what was a normal day walk turned into something far beyond that when a stranger attacked her. He attacked her with the sole purpose of feeding on her, on her blood, and then leaving her to die in the bushes and under the big trees.
She didn't die, of course, but the world, the people, everything around her took on a different tone, flavor and color. She heard things she shouldn't hear, smelled scents she shouldn't. Suddenly, she was filled with great hatred and, without realizing it, her first victim was that strange being that transformed her.
It wasn't hard to beat them, she recalled disinterestedly. She caught his scent, she hadn't eaten in days… Clearly it was pure instinct.
And he was also old. Too old. Descendant of someone powerful, apparently, but she didn't care.
Her mother had been glad to see her regain some of the color she lost.
Of course, it didn't take long for her to continue hunting, without losing her sanity, but enjoying it more every moment.
She hunted unknown people. Adults most of all and when the rumors spread, she went for the unpleasant people of the town. The ones the big kids pointed at and made up a grotesque story to scare the little ones.
She wasn't exactly quiet about it, she let the stories get bigger, after all. Only for more curious to fall into the trap.
And then, it didn't take long for the day to come when someone discovered her. And then another person, and another, and another, and the mysterious disappearances from the town ceased to be mysterious.
Her warm home turned cold.
People were quick to point fingers at her. Out of fear or hate, it didn't matter.
Witch.
Demon.
Monster.
She didn't identify with any of the words they used to call her. The holy water did not burn her, the wounds healed as quickly as they appeared.
It was funny, in a way. No matter what they did, she was stronger, tougher, more dangerous.
And the lack of blood only maddened her enough to break free.
The next thing she knew, her family had turned their backs on her, even though she would never do anything to hurt them...
Well, that's what she had thought, but the truth is that it was easier than she imagined. If she felt sad… Of course. So, so sad that they didn't want to carry on like before.
Her title came later.
Maybe it was when she attacked a guy who was annoying another being like her. She didn't do it to defend him, not at all. It disgusted her that he didn't defend himself when he very well could and it just so happens that she had been hungry.
It sickened her to think that weak humans thought they were so superior when they were literally descended from a god.
And the next thing she knew, she was being called queen, and the lesser vampires followed every command she gave for just a drop of her blood.
It was interesting at the beginning. Moving in the shadows, taking control of many places behind the backs of those who called themselves hunters.
And now, she had an entire army under her command, ready to unleash that power within the half-blood that she so wished she had.
It was so funny how she wanted to blend in with them, to be a part of them.
The queen smiled amused, feeling so many emotions that weren't hers running through her interior. Happiness, love, anxiety... Emotions that perhaps at some point she was able to feel and that now only remained in memories.
"We're ready," one of her servants let her know, and she nodded, getting to her feet.
Long ago she'd had a first and last name.
Name by which her parents called her. Surname by which the neighbors knew her family.
Today, she didn't care to remember.
She was the queen after all.