I was born in 1692. Born in Salem, MA, a cold winter night, the stars shined bright. I know what you're thinking, 1692...Salem. The first thing that pops into your head...witch trials. My mother was a witch. After she gave birth to me, she told me farewell and gave me a necklace. Then she handed me to her best friend and told her to run. She did as told. The colony settlers were searching for my mother. My mothers best friend took me and ran into a cave nearby. You see, my mothers best friend was a vampire, named Sabrina. Sabrina saw that there were settlers coming after her to find me. For I was only an infant and the colonists wanted me to be safe, although my mother was a witch and I was her son, they wanted to ensure my safety. So Sabrina turned me. She left me dead infront of the cave and hid deep within it. When the settlers saw I was dead, they left. Sabrina then came out to me, and cut her wrist and let me drink from her. A baby vampire I was. Sabrina, also being trained in magick using, cast a spell on me so I would continue to grow instead of being stuck as a baby my entire life. So as I grew she taught me all about being a vampire, and she taught me how to control my magick. She is my master. She has taught me almost everything I know. That is the beginning of my story, perhaps another time I will share the rest.
