• Chapter 1

    As far as i know, i have been silent for hundreds of years. Ever since that fatefull day when i was locked up... But i'm getting ahead of myself. i should start at the begining. I was turned into what i am in the 1700's. It is now 3000 as you can see i am fairly old. i don't know exactly what i am, but i do believe i am some sort of demon. I forget how old i am and sometimes how to fight.

    I do not remember my parents' names, Nor should i, due to the fact that i suppsedly died hundreds of years ago. I do remember though, my sisters face. she was my older sister... but she died the day i was changed.

    I was so enraged that i tried getting revenge... for you to truly understand i will reinact... no i will mainly just explain.

    Chapter 2


    My "demonry" was the absolute turning point of my life. In my human years I was quiet and solemn. I rarely got mad, but when I did everyone would want to get out of my way.

    The year was 1762...
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    "John!!! help!" Oh no my sister is in trouble... i have to break free.

    "Anna!!! Run, run away!!" As I finally broke free i gave up. I heard her screams abruptly cut off, and knew at that moment that she was dead.

    "Oww!!" I yelped... something bit, me!? "What the heck are you-" I managed to choke out before I lost consciousness. I suppose I was on the groun, seemingly dead, for three days. Back then it wasn't all that un-common to find someone passed out on the street. so I wasn't surprised that nobody noticed or even cared I was there.

    Finally,on the third day someone, no SOMETHING, found me.

    "Son,why are you in the street? I know that you are stunned but someone is going to step on you! Here come with me the misses will feed you."

    I followed the man through winding narrow streets. I did not know what to do. Icouldn't remember who I was.. but i could remember a girl that i dearly loved. I could not remember her face but i do remember the feeling.. She was, my sister."Why her?" Was all i could think. "Why her and why not me? why?" Over and over.

    By the time we got to the porch I had gained enough sanity in me to look at the man and take note. he was about 5 foot 7 with blonde/red hair and sparkling Brown eyes. He looked as if he were from midevil times, yet was wearing the popular fashion for adults of our time. He was kind of stalky and talked in a scottish accent.

    "Who are you? where am I?? WHAT am I???!!" i asked the man in a frantic note. I was ready to grasp anything just to keep my sanity. Even if it were a lie.

    "My name child, is Franklin. You are now currently in Yorekshire and as for What you are I have no idea. What I DO know is that you arenow of the immortal race." He said as I shook my head in dis-belief.

    "I-I, how is that possible. I never got..." I realized then that it was true I was an immortal. I got bit, but by what? Obviously this man didn't know. "Wait what happened do you know?"

    "I am sorry to say I don't son, you will have to find out on your own. Say what i your name?"

    "I don't... John, my name is John... I think.