Seperated Ties

I was made by Ariel.  She was an old and powerful vampire.  She was a Three 
Generation Vampire.  Cain the First Vampire.  The second generation vampire that
made her is unknown.  

That made her nearly invulnerable, being so close to the First.  It made her 
feel as though she was God and that she should rule over anyone.  She thought 
was as powerful as her maker.  She made me because of that.  Not that she 
thought she was more powerful than Caine, but because she thought she was God, 
and since she was God, she would need a servent.  She made me to control me.
She wanted me to bow down and to kiss her feet, and even though she was the 
most beautiful creature I have ever seen; I do not bow down.

That is why she chose me, because of my strong will.  She wanted to break it.
She thought her domination and her age would be enough, and it should have been.
I can only guess as to why it didn't work on me.

But my rage was something that could not have been foreseen.  My family who 
had hurried me to the grave, to see that dirt on my face, angered me so that all
I seen was them.  Their corpses ripped apart.  Limbs scattered in rooms, an arm
was in the fish tank, and blood was splattered all the way to the ceiling.  
There was more than any single vampire could drink.

I left the baby, my sister Sarah, alone to live.

Ariel was waiting for me afterward.  She stood outside in the shadows of the 
trees.  A person could not have seen her, but the night was now my day.  

She applauded me as I walked down the steps

I kept walking.

"Where do you think your going."

Without visible motion She stood in front of me.

"Who in the Hell are you" I asked