The Vampix
The Vampix is a rare and powerful being resulting from the Union of a Vampire and a Phoenix. It is said to be the embodiment of both darkness and light, possessing the combination of their respective traits and abilities. The power of Creation and Destruction at the fingertips, shaping and reforming the very streams of reality at will. The creation of a Vampix is an event of great significance in the supernatural world, as it is believed to herald a new era of balance and unity among different supernatural beings.
Origin & Prophecy
According to ancient legends, a prophecy foretells the birth of the Vampix, a child born of a Vampire and a descendant of the Phoenix bloodline. The Prophecy speaks of a time when darkness threatens to engulf the world, and the only hope for restoration lies in the birth of the Vampix. The Prophecy remains shrouded in mystery, with many details lost to time.
MANY GENERATIONS LATER...
Monica's Introduction
Hi, my name is Monica Aiden and I am 15 years of age. I am the only daughter of Mr. & Mrs. Aiden James. Well, I think I'm kinda fair skinned, I've got my dad's fire-opal eyes, kinda like a bright orangery - fire colour; people say that makes me special I guess. I've got the normal blonde hair but, with some bright fire-opal tints here and there, It's natural though. I live at Phoenix, Arizona.
My life is not really that interesting as I'd hoped for it to be, but I owe that part to my dad especially. I am not really a social type or at least, I'm trying to be the antisocial kind to help myself. I can't really say that I am a social type now, although I was. It's kinda 'cause of my parents ;
There's nothing much going on I guess, well that's since my "accident" at my school when I was in grade 7 when I was 12 years old exactly. Just a few weeks after my twelfth birthday, we had a relay race competition and I was part of the people selected to participate in the occasion. I guess I was kinda sporty when I was younger, but that was mostly because if Damien. He was a very handsome boy, the best sports boy in my class. He had pink lips, moderately contained eyebrows, beautiful eyelashes, a handsome facial build and a wavy, curly hair that swings as the winds blow on him.
My mum was in the stadium that day, but my dad was busy as usual so he didn't attend the event. Soon enough, the event kick started and everyone were already heading to their seats for the relay race to start. I was the final runner for my team, so I was closer to the end of the track. I've heard of practice makes perfect, but that day was ridiculous. During practice, my teammates would go around doing other things while I would be practicing to impress Damien of course! On that day I was flabbergasted at the way my teammates were failing to even maintain a steady pace and, my team was falling behind in the race. We went from being 1st in the first 30 minutes of the race to being 3rd in just a matter of minutes. I knew that my teammates didn't prepare but this was horrible. I was the fourth person to be passed the baton, and I was among then last group of students who were the last runners, we had to run around the whole field before finishing the race. I ran with all my might remembering all the things I had learnt from Damien; cause he gave me lessons as I was so serious in practice. I just knew that the practice would pay off, eventually after playing on my own, I taught myself some skills to keep the pace steady and fast; all during training. From the breathing, to the posture, to the acceleration and deceleration and other things.
I ran with all my might till it was almost like I lost control of my speed. The finish line was less than a hundred meters and I was about to finish in third place, I just couldn't do that to myself. After all that training, I would finish in third place? Nope that was not going to happen. I still tried to increase my speed and I did, I heard one of the announcers say that I was about to break a speed record held in the school; How could I say no to that?
I tried yet again to increase my speed on the field and I was so fast that it felt like my legs were in control of themselves, but I couldn't look at my legs to check if I was just imaging things else I would trip and fall. I looked and saw that the final runner for the next team was Richard. Richard has always been an annoying fly chasing me around, pestering me with love letters, balloons, gifts, it was just too much. I thought of increasing my speed to run past him and keep running, but for some stupid reason, he slowed down and allowed me to run past him. I was just before a few steps before the finish line, and I won second place. But I couldn't stop runing, I tried to stop with so much force; even more than when I wanted to win. But my feet were still moving, and there was a wall about a few meters ahead of me. Although it was clearly made out of fake wood, it would be both painful and embarrassing to run into a wall. I was trying my best, I even stopped and jumped at once thinking I would slow down upon landing, I almost fell down face forward. I was decelerating yes, but it was not enough and I ended up crashing into the wooden wall and then...I BLACKED OUT!!!
Everywhere was dark and quiet, then I saw this small strand of light a few steps away from where I was standing. I reached out and grabbed it, then it exploded into clouds if star dust glittering all around me. There was a still small humming that I could hear like the person was close by. It was a magical heavenly tune, like the song of the stars; because they were dancing to the tune. It felt magical and peaceful as I was dancing with the stars in the cosmos. Then I stopped as soon as I saw a girl highly decorated with star dust, like her body-hugging gown was made out of a heavenly fabric which was made with stars, constellations and galaxies. She was creating new constellations and stacking them, like pieces of a big puzzle that she would start to put together in a short while. I walked up to her and I screamed myself out of that dream/vision/whatever that was, when I saw her face. She was backing my face, and for good reason; I asked who she was and she turned to see who was asking the question. I looked and behold the lady I was staring at, looked exactly like me. It's almost as if she stole my face, I started recalling what Dad was saying about demons that can steal your face just by looking at you. I screamed till it felt like I had fainted in my dream.
Then, i woke up but instead of a place with stars and planets, this was different it was filled with fear and ghosts/spirits of people. And most of all it had the smell of blood and medications, which I hated most. I heard my mother's voice so still and steady, calling my name but it was getting louder by the second. At some point, it was so loud that I wished I was deaf. My mum shouted my name so loudly that it was like she was shouting into a microphone and, the speaker was just beside my ears. I tried to respond as quickly as i could but to my utmost surprise, I couldn't respond immediately but I slowly opened my eyes and saw myself in the hospital, with my mum looking at me with tears in her eyes...
After a few weeks, I was discharged and I went back home with my mum and dad. Everything was going smoothly as I seemed to be responding to the medications, although my dad seemed to be worried about me even though I was responding to the medications. After some weeks after I was fully recovered, we moved to another country entirely; somewhere in Caujan. The journey was long and tiring as we took three buses,each lasting for about an hour and forty-five minutes and a flight, which surprises took a hour and we also entered a bus which took us to the bus stop where we could take a cab. I asked my Dad during the journey if we were moving to the other side of the world, but for some reason he just kept laughing.đ
My parents did not talk about me going to a public school for a long time, till I was bold enough to ask them.....
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