How It Began....?

Humans Always feared the paranormal. Long before they became "myths" I mean.

My Story began 211 years ago, after my mothers death.

It was a crisp night. Mother had walked to the river outside San Juan Cathedral. I sat at home waiting for father to come home. He was tall for his age, 6 maybe. His eyes a deep brown. His hair nearly the same shade. His voice had a very rustic and deep tone. His hands however were soft as a petal. My mother had the blondest of hair and her eyes were a coral green. Her face was so beautiful its almost a disbelief she was an orphan. I had my mothers looks at the time. As I waited for them I was on my knees before the Cabin's Furnish. A yellow stone marble. It was a small one story house, made of oak and pine. However it was slowly breaking away. It was after all a third generation house.

As I watched the dancing flames I felt something warm, yet wet land on my cheek. I wiped my dress sleeve that was a pale tan over my paler white skin. A deep crimson smear on its seams. More droplets soon fell, landing on me and the floor. Then I hear my mothers voice outside, she sounded in trouble. Almost like crying.

The door then swung open. My mother's blue faded dress covered in blood, her left arm ripped from her body. Blood sliding down from her lips. Her hair escaping its bun. Red clearly visible in its blonde grey strands. "Where do you think your going." Said a sick yet pleasurable voice. A shadow then kicked mother in her back, she feel before me.

Her sad and scared eyes called out for help, her bloody hand reached out for me. "Run Sina! Run!" She called out as the shadow then gripped her neck and picked her up off the ground. His hands gripping her tighter and tighter. "Mommy No!" I call out.

The figures teeth then glimpsed in the full moons rays. Fangs like melting silver. This wasn't human. It couldn't be. He smiled and without any hesitation ripped out mother's throat. A crimson wave falling on me. He laughed and laughed.

"Your Next! Your Dead Human!" He called strangling me. I tried to catch my breath. I felt his thumb nails start to sink further into my neck, blood surely sliding down my collar bones and porcelain skin. "Don't be afraid, I'll kill you then drain you so you don't have to watch your mother bleed out. Will that be better?" He smiled wickedly as I try to respond but I wheeze shaking my head.

He leaned in and I felt his fang run along my neck. "Here you end." He whispered. He then coughed up blood himself. "Drop the child." Said a voice deep yet trusting. I look down and see a white gloved hand, covered in crimson now. A white seemed over coat with golden thread. A nobleman's dress. "Angel Scum!" Choked out the Vampire. His body turning to centipedes and beetles and other bugs.

I then fall to my knees from the tall height which the man who tried to kill me stood. I coughed trying to collect my breath. As I look up I hear the white suited savior exclaim. "Damned Blood, Filth." He swatted his hand to rid the access blood. He then looked down to me. His hair a white, lavender eyes and pearl white wings tucked neatly behind his back. A lavender vest and a white tailcoat.

"Are you alright?" He asks knelling brushing my blonde locks behind my ear. His eyes showed concern.

"What was that?" I ask, voice quivering.

"A vampire, one of many paranormal species we hunt." He replies.

"Damn them," I mutter. "Damn them all to Hell!" I yell covering my eyes, to hid the tears from him.

"Do you wish to clean this world as well child?" I look up to the Angel, his eyes how beautifully sickening.

"I'll kill every single one of them, please Sir. Give me the power to kill them all!"

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