Asia_Miller

I am born within a chaotic world. 
I’m capable of love and destruction.
I was considered to be cursed since I’m a half breed. I was exposed to the human and supernatural world as long I could’ve remember. 
My kind is taught to be feared and despised. I’m the last of my kind. 
I’ve seen everything the life offered me, yet I wasn’t content with my life.  
I was hated, despised, envied, revered, feared, worshipped, and all sorts of other names. 
I haven’t found anyone with sincerity. 
In this long life of mine, I decided it was enough. what’s the point of living if you haven’t found a reason to live for.
The next moment I opened my eyes, I was taken to the beginning of where everything started. 
If you want to know what this journey is about, don’t ask me because I don’t know. I’m just as much in the dark as you. Stick with me until we both find what we’re here for. If you don’t like my story, you’re welcome to Ieave.

The New Journey of a Dhampir

As Jonathan left the room, my mom sat down on the edge of the bed.

I could the see sunshine through the window behind me and on the rug as well.

She patted the bed, telling me to sit down.

As I sat down down, she looked at the room again.

The sun was a warm feeling. My eyes narrowed because it's a strange feeling as if I haven't felt the sun in a long time.

We chatted for a little bit. I got up grabbed the suitcase off the floor and put it on the put it on the bed.

I went into the bathroom and saw a large mirror where I could see my appearance- my long pink hair and pale white skin.

In the mirror, I can see a normal high school feminine girl with a normal appearance. No one could've guessed that I am a dhampir and a killer.

I scrunched my eyebrows at the thought.

Appearances can be often deceptively deceiving. People are always deceived by those who seem normal.

People never want to look at what's beneath the mirror because they are afraid to see the truth.

That's why people who are wolves in sheep's clothing are more dangerous because that's when your guard is lowered and you never know when they will strike.

I turned my head away as I heard my mother call for me.

I looked at her as she hung up the phone. She told me she had to leave.

I watched her as she got up from the bed and I asked, "Why? Where are you going?"

Then she said, "Sorry, baby. My boss just called and told me one of his workers called in sick. They need a worker tonight, so I have to go."

I watched her as she stopped before me and kissed my head. She stares at me for a few seconds as if she's trying to decide something before putting down her purse on the bed.

She grabs hold of her hair with one of her hands before taking off the necklace with a silver locket.

As long I can remember as a child, I always saw her wear this necklace. She would never take it off, not even in the shower or going to bed.

She told me to turn I grabbed hold of my hair, so I heard a clicking noise as she put the necklace on.

I can feel the lingering warmth on the necklace.

As I let go of my hair, I touch the necklace as it feels cold and smooth to the touch.

I looked at her curiously and asked, "Why are you giving me this necklace?"

Then she said, "Because I believe you are old enough. This necklace is a family heirloom. It has been in the family for 150 years."

I looked at her in shock as I asked, "150 years? Why are you going it to me now? How come I never heard about it?"

She smiled at me as she said, "I think you are responsible. I don't know why, I feel like you have changed in some ways, and I believe you can take good care of it."

I nodded my head as I looked at the necklace. I decided to open the silver locket. Inside the locket, I widened my eyes as I saw a beautiful pure white gemstone.

Necklace with white gemstone