This is the original beginning to Only Half Alive. Sadly it was unusable in the final version but I still love it to death!
Please know it is completely unedited!
Copyright © 2013, Konstanz Silverbow
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It was a night much like this one . . . the moment when humans found out that we are real. That vampires exist. Werewolves exist. That dragons breathe more than fire, but more importantly, that they are real. It was a cold fall evening that humans discovered the world is filled with supernatural beings.
It was a cold night as the rain hit against the window panes like rocks, sharp and creating a haunting echo that filled each room of every house.
It was a night so dark that no one dared leave home. This night was the night that changed many lives. Including mine. Not because I am human, but because I am what changed so much. For this night so many years ago, was the night that humans found out my kind exist. Demons are real.
This night, seventeen years ago, I was born. And with my birth came great darkness, great sadness where there should have been happiness. But there wasn't. I am feared, hated, and humans and supernatural beings alike will stop at nothing to kill me.
But I wish they would succeed. Because I am not what they think I am. Yes, it is my nature to create and control the shadows. To haunt dreams and create nightmares. But it is not in my heart. For all I want is to be able to step into the light and feel warmth.
But my story isn't the only one that humans have gotten wrong. Because every story out there is a lie. Vampires are real and yes, they drink blood. But they do not hunt humans. There is only one occurrence in a vampire’s lifetime that will make them drink human blood. Vampires don't normally do such a distasteful thing. They much prefer the blood of a werewolf. But should they fall in love with one, they cannot spill another's blood. And so they turn to humans to survive.
And though creatures born of darkness, they do try to not be evil.
Werewolves are born of light, and do not transform shape under moonlight, but sunlight. Which is why they avoid it as much as possible. For werewolves are creatures of light and so they become their true form under it. But in the darkness they can hide among humans, undetected.
Witches crave attention, mischief, and pain. They long to make others suffer in a way that would seem only as a joke to someone who do not know them. If ever facing a witch, don't trust a word she says.
And then there are Faeries, who much like Vampires, Werewolves, and witches, can appear as human. But do not be fooled, or afraid. Despite popular belief, Faeries are very kind and caring which is rather funny considering witches created them. But that does not matter. Being of the light, their soul was born to match that of the sun. If ever in the dark, hope that a faery is nearby and all will be light and never again will you be lost.
And though some believe the same of Unicorns, do not trust them. Unicorns may very well be the most evil of all. Unicorns by nature long to kill. If not, they would have no need for a weapon upon their head, a way for all to see that they cannot be harmed.
Whereas dragons are the kindest and most noble of creatures. They do not so much long for gold as something they can look upon in adoration and know that it cannot harm them. If a dragon is willing to save you, you are being watched over and never again will you be in harm’s way so long as the dragon remains alive. And that they do, for a very long span of time.
Then there are beings such as Elves who love the darkness they pretend to not be a part of and Dwarves who crave for the light they hide from. Necromancers who wish you no harm and the worst of all . . . humans. Beings that believe they should be over the others. Beings that wish to strip away our powers and make us like them so that they are not the weak ones. Little do they know just how powerful they are.
So why then, is the world fighting over me, a simple and lonely girl who wants nothing but to break the curse that haunts me, escape the shadows that bind me.
Why is the world determined to destroy me, believing that I am evil when I am the most careful being alive? Never will I hurt another being intentionally. Never will I kill or lie or use my powers to harm others. But the world refuses to listen to me because of what I am.
Perhaps this world would be better off if more would listen rather than look. Because the eyes can lie but the heart cannot.
But even as much as they want to kill me, destroy me, I cannot hate them. I cannot wish harm upon them. And I cannot act on the feelings they stir in me when I hear them plan on ways to destroy me. Because that would only be proving them right. Because doing that would mean that this isn't a curse. This isn't something I can change. It would mean that deep down, I really am a demon.
And that is a thought I refuse to believe.
If I am a demon shouldn't I hate everyone and everything? Shouldn't I long to watch the world burn at my hand? That is what a demon is. I look like the others. I have no horns or tail. I am not a being of black shadow that flies about cursing and haunting others.
I am a girl who has long black hair and light pale skin. With deep blue eyes the color of the ocean. I am a being that looks much like a human and speaks and walks like a human. I am seventeen and bound on finding a way to be just that; human.
And from years of searching, years of hoping, there seems to only be one answer. Love. My issue lies with the fact that I am a seventeen year old female. Where am I supposed to find my soul-mate? Better yet, what boy is going to be searching for me? Would he believe me if I told him it were meant to be?
And more importantly, how am I supposed to know if it is meant to be?
The quest for love is a doomed one and so I avoid all thoughts of it. There must be another way. A way for me to find freedom. A way for me to stop the war bound to happen if I continue to exist.
The world is an unfair place, and each story out there is twisted every way. Rarely are the stories told correct.
My name is Christina, and I am here to set the record straight.
~ ~ The end ~ ~
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