Fan Fiction ❯ No Malice Left ❯ Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was a bleak, cold day in November when I was born. My mother held me close to her as she fell asleep, her hair still damp from giving birth. My father watched as my mother held me, a smile on his face. He unwound my mother's arms from around my tiny body and held me, telling me how adorable I was and how lucky he was to be a father of such a beautiful, little girl.

By the time I was three, I knew how to read and write. I knew how to speak properly and knew how to form complete sentences. It was as though I were the age of seven. In March of my third year, my parents held their wedding. I was young, but I understood what this meant to my parents. As their only child, I had to place the rose petals down on the ceremonial floor.

I had forgotten my flower basket in the Gothic Florentine church. The stained glass windows had been made in 1278, the year of my birth. They pictured the holy man joining hands with the holy woman in matrimony. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold. Awed by the church, I almost forgot the important job I had to do. I tore my eyes away from the stained glass windows, knowing why I was here. I had to look for my basket. My parents knew I could handle this job on my own. They sent me into the church. I walked around looking for my basket. I was sure it was in the church. I called out to it as though it could respond. As I looked, I felt a strange chill in the room. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I tried to ignore it the best I could.

When I walked to the front of the church, I saw my basket in the front pew. I proceeded to yell at it and say how bad it was for running off. I knew that it was just a basket, however, it meant a lot to me since I had had it since I was born. My mother had handcrafted it when she realized she was pregnant. Whether boy or girl, she was going to give the basket to her first-born child. I sighed with relief; elated I had found my basket. As I was about to leave, I was attacked. It happened all so fast. I honestly don't remember how it happened. However, when I awoke from my hazy state, I found my parents kneeling over me.

My mom was still in her wedding dress and my father was in his tuxedo. They looked like angels to me. They started to pick me up and take me out, but their presence was soon lifted away from my frail body. I cried out to them hoping they would come back, but that never happened.

I would never see their faces again. They were dead. My mother and father…dead long before they were supposed to die. I cried silently, the hot, salty tears stinging my face as they slid down my cool face. I was mortified. I was too young to understand the enjoyment of revenge at the time. However, I knew what it was. Therefore, in turn, I vowed to get revenge on the one who killed my parents.

A voice, deep, yet…still so beautiful. I knew it was a male voice from the deepness of it. He spoke to me…he told me he was the one who killed my parents. He said that I was to be the saviour of the vampire race. "Vampires?" I thought. "What were those? Those things could not possibly be realistic. Just made up" He read my thoughts…he told me tales of them; he explained they were creatures of the night.

Ones who fed upon human blood for life of their own. I was scared and did not know what I should do. He told me he would take care of me and show me the life I had always dreamed of having. All I had to do was take his hand and he would show me. He said for me to call him Chris, he would call me Chille.

 

He knelt beside my frail and tiny body. He placed his lips to my neck, pierced the skin, then drew blood. After several seconds I felt dizzy…I did not remember where I was. Or even who I was. He spoke then, telling me that I could never be changed into what was called a blood sucker, for I, was an energy vampire, the rarest of rare for I was pureblood.

 

I looked up at him with curious eyes and shook my head. I did not understand what he was saying. It made no sense. Me? A vampire? That's laughable. Those can't possibly exist! He grinned toothily at me, picking me up in his arms.

 

"Have you ever wondered why the rest of the children run away from you and you can catch them so easily? Why you could lift things not even your mortal father could? Why your eye teeth are so sharp Chille?"

 

"But…me being a vampire is like saying my parents were magic holders. It's unthinkable."

 

"It is unthinkable Chris…"

 

"I know it seems this way now Chille, but I promise you, everything will become clear once you have your companion."

 

"M-my what?!"

 

"A companion. Come. I shall explain everything."

 

So reluctantly following him, he took me to a world, which I never thought imaginable. A place so beautiful, it was almost a dream. Dark, drab, yet homely, it would soon be my home for many years as I grew and matured into the woman I am today.

Chille- a term of endearment also meaning child or young one.