Mercury Ramirez - The Reborn

Annie Mikaelson - The Pure Blood Vampire POV

"It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire that those who love generously know. We all know people who are so afraid of pain that they confine themselves like clams in a shell and, nothing is given, nothing is received and therefore diminishes until life is a living death only." Eleanor Roosevelt

It is a depiction of Vampires and Werewolves that lived many years ago. Like Mercury, a werewolf does not die and does not age. A girl named Annie tells this story who is a pureblood vampire. They moved from place to place because of their different character. This is her love story.

Moving back to a new destination is always a tedious relationship. My father Petronilo Mikaelson received confirmation that the Cavite Estate was the new safe haven for the immortals and other fictitious ones. Mythical, those are Werewolves and Vampires, which you may refer to them, but they are truly a reality in our world. So we move again.

We have to move a lot of places in case mortal humans discover that we are a bit different, or because of blood components that track and attack us.

Blood components are mixed species of Vampires, the result when pureblood hearts raise humans.

The problem with blood components is that they are highly psychotic and dangerous to all species. Luckily for us they are sterile and not immortal, they will die eventually, and I know they are fierce and cruel, but they are the worst of the species you can breed. They are the ones who gave the Vampires a bad name, the inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula and instill fear in mortals, the Humans.

They live hard for killing, consuming whatever they can, killing and taking away everything, be it human, Vampire, Werewolves, or any other living creatures, and they are also known to play with their food, forgive the pun, torture you until you ask them to end your existence.

Fortunately, I only met him once and that was in the year 1942, he was horrible he made headlines all over the Philippines and even hit the most horrible serial killers in history.

He tore up the small native village we were in, killing everyone he came in contact with. It wasn’t up to my father and Gary was able to get him and throw him away as humanly as possible. But the death and destruction he left behind were devastating, families were falling apart, and the grief was so overwhelming that I prayed I would never live again.

Hence the news of finding a town where mortals, immortals, etc; Were able to congregate and live well, was wonderful and we jumped at the chance.

“You have more chances to live in count,” my father always said.

Blood fractions are multiplied because the ancient purebloods lose their minds in boredom and fertilize as many people as possible, so it made sense to move on.

So Cavite Estate is a place where we can live and call home on a permanent basis. Glad at the idea the father contacted local estate agents who had happily worked purebloods and werewolves, bought a property, and decided to move us all straight away.

"Annie, go ahead" my mother called to me on the hundredth occasion.

My mother was absolutely stunning. Unlike me, she has long curly black hair the shade of gold, with her eyes deep blue, which changes to deep blood red when she needs our dietary supplement, Tall, slender and she has prolifically looked like an actress since early 1932.

"I'm coming" I replied. Picking up my jacket and my last packed box, I took a long glance into my room.

I always feel sadness every time we move; I’ve always been pretty attached to places, hoping they’ll be our home for more than a few years.

Sigh, I closed my bedroom door and went down our wide winding staircase one last time.

"Why do you have to linger Annie?" my father asked as the door locked.

My father’s features were very different from my mother’s. His long black hair fell out and rested on his shoulders, his eyes always burgundy shades of red. He never gave up hunting like the rest of us, so occasionally when we were out in public he wore brown contact lenses.

“You move Annie,” my brother complained as he pushed me into the back seat of our Jeep.

My twin brother Gary. We shared the same hair color, Deep brown with hints of red. While I was embarrassed, he came out and made a noise.

We were born two hundred and eighteen years ago, but we looked about eighteen, which is one of the many bonuses from being a pureblood Vampire, gradually stopping to finally around 400 years with looking like an average 45-year-old person.

Sitting in the back seat outside the Jeep, waiting for my parents to climb in, I glanced around, the departure van pulling in tossing a frightening cloud of dark smoke exhausting faintly blocked the beauty of the setting sun behind the tall mango trees that surround our home.

I’m not too sad to leave the city where we’ve lived there for the past three years; I have no friends. I honestly tried not to. I hate making new friends and watching them grow old and eventually die.

In fact, I have no friends, other than my brother.

Just the beauty of the place I was attracted to. I have always been one for the raw feel of the wilderness and scents and sights, unlike my brother who thrived in cities and large communities Not that I am not sociable it is rare for me to find someone with the same spirit relative for the wild.

Gary and I decided that the Cavite Estate would be a fresh start for the two of us. Gary was determined to make new friends and finally have a social life that he looked forward to, I in turn enjoyed just finding another soul that matched mine.

I expect each other to be a partner and settle down and give our grandchildren that break, something I’m really in no hurry to do. I barely lived on my own, even though I was a hundred centuries old, we lived a pretty sheltered life, it was going to be a new beginning and challenging for all of us.

My parents finally got in the car and we were on our way to our new home. My dad decided to drive from Antipolo Crest to our new home, we tried to insist on flying, but he liked the geography and wanted to see the scenery on the road.

So inserting my earphones from my iPod and started listening as my dad started the long drive ahead.

From one convenience store to another they all come together on the road, they are all the same, being bored with the fact that I hate road travel.

Eventually, we arrived at the Cavite Estate flawlessly.

Many residents of the Cavite Estate are immortals like us or werewolves, or hybrids.

I was immediately amazed, the city is beautiful, with dense green surrounding forests and local parks, and a thriving community. It is also known for its art and literature, which inspired my parents to be a novelist.

As my father was driving in the town of Cavite Estate I could not get through the superb architectural structure, the large buildings of the Victoria Subdivision stand tall and boast in the town center that they are beautiful. The town hall is very beautiful, with red bricks and a tall clock tower. I was amazed at the workmanship of the design above the clock. Tall wooden boats with big white sails filled the shore, it was like retreating back to the time when history was revived, and it was surprisingly peaceful as well.

The city itself was cleanly built and maintained. I had a moment of excitement; I felt my stomach tighten with joy in the hope that this beautiful city would finally be our home.

Finally pulling into our new home, I was amazed at the amazing beauty of the building. It was a three-story Victorian-style building, with a balcony surrounding the front of the house, and even it had a large balcony surrounding the immense wide windows on the second floor.

Painted with light shades of blues and white it is stunning.

Tiny wild shrubs with shades of deep red and delicious greens surround the house, along with its long pristine lawns.

The tall trees from nearby Villa Park cast dark protective shadows on our home, but there was something about the park that sent me back. I found myself staring over my shoulder as if someone was watching us, even though I had very good eyesight and sense of smell I could not see or smell anything out of the ordinary, the only smell was fresh plants and moist- mass and soil.

"Well Annie, you outshone yourself this time son, very nice." Mom said breaking my trance from the woods.

"I also got on a bargain as well, obviously there are a few fixes to be done but once Gary and I get it," Dad replied with confidence, Gary shunned the suggestion of hard manual labor.

"Well come on, let's explore the house," mom excitedly suggested as she ran up the white wooden stairs leading to the pair of large white doors.

Fortunately, the removal men had been and were gone before our arrival, the agent, Jerry Palmes who had bought the house from the father kindly offered to oversee the delivery of our belongings and make sure our needs were also cooled in dieting.

Jerry Palmes is also a pureblood and worked with local real estate agents part-time to help guard the purebloods and werewolves who decided to move to the Cavite Estate.

He has a duty as part of the Homeowners Association to ensure that all new arrivals follow the rules; keep people safe, keep the identities of us all hidden, and keep the census of purebloods and werewolves.

Dad proudly opened the front doors and motioned with his arm to enter. Greeting us was a large wide hallway, with honey-colored wooden floors gleaming and shining in the sun’s rays from the windows.

Some white massive heavy looking doors were scattered here and there outside the hallway, the front door left open exposing a bright kitchen light.

Starting to feel weak from the sun’s exposure, I walked early to the kitchen to take a quick drink of a positive.

One of the many flaws of being a Vampire is the constant need for fresh blood, unlike the stories you may have read, we can live a normal human diet, and we only need blood to help revive our dying cells from exposure to the sun and other elements.

Our scientists have been trying to uncover a digestive tract in genetic defect for centuries but until nothing has become big, we have to use the blood of our closest living relative person.

Until about 50 years ago we had to hunt and drink blood from people’s rash veins, but now due to modern science and interventions we now order blood in bulk loads from designated banks of blood found all over the world. "Wow - mom, look at this!"

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