Dear Tanya, how long has it been since we last saw each other? Eight, ten years? I've lost count. After that incident I never got the chance to explain what happened. I didn't have the courage to tell you what I am. Even after getting your letters, I couldn't bring myself to write back until I got the last one this morning. Your Owl always has a way of finding me.
To tell you what I am I must take you back 300years before I was born. In a town north of America now known as Waynesville, a coven of witches had a vision about the future. They had seen a great evil burn the world to ashes. Their fear for this so-called evil lead them to create a begin of immense strength and power to one day protect the world. To create this begin they prayed to the earth to give them power to do this. The earth in response gave them a white tree with which had only one fruit. A seedless white fruit. Ones the witches plucked the fruit, the tree withered and died. The witches took out the juice from this white fruit and gave it to a Lycan to drink. Drinking the juice gave the Lycan the strength of a thousand men, superspeed, the ability to use magic and immortality. The juice also gave this Lycan the ability to shapeshift into a wolf at will without having to go through immense pain. But with this gift came a curse. The Lycan had to take in blood as food in order to survive.
As they were not able to get a seed from the fruit, one of the witches slept with the Lycan and bore him five children to aid him in his future battle with the great evil. Dus these children were called "Liberi Terrae", in short "Lybrids".
I know you've heard this story before as it is known by all supernatural beings, and you might be wondering what this story has to do with me. In the year 2002 I was born. My mother who is a witch and also a descendant of the witches in "The story of the lybrids" had somehow committed a sin for giving birth to me because my father is the fifth child of the Lycan in the story. Yes, I'm a Lybrid. The only grandchild of the chosen Lycan. I'm part wolf, part vampire and half warlock thanks to my mother. But on like the other Lybrids I don't have to depend on blood to survive. I also possess other supernatural begins powers, and because of these powers a group of witches tried to take my life after I was born. How they knew I possessed these powers I do not know. To protect me my father took me far away from my mother and the witches, started a new life and taught me how to use my powers.
As I grew older, my father would tell me the story of the Lybrids every night, adding to it the story of me being born and rejected by the witches. He would tell me I have a different purpose from the other Lybrids. And when I ask him what my purpose is, he would turn a deaf ear and refuse to tell me. He stopped telling me this story when I turned 13, and as years passed, I grew hungry to know my purpose, to know what this Great evil was that I had to be born. To know the true reason, it was a sin for my mother to bring me to this world. Since my father refused to give me answers, there was only one place I knew to get my answers from. My Birthplace, Waynesville, the place it all began. And who to ask if not my mother.
Now, you know what I am. All that is left is what happened that night in the woods, but I won't be putting it in this letter. You must first digest all that I have written in this letter, and when you've done so I will be expecting your Owl.
Love, Irving.
Irving drops his pen and folds the two pieces of paper he had written his letter and put them in an envelope. He looked up from the table to look outside from the balcony entrance at the men carrying Furnitures into the house. Irving had just moved into a mansion in Waynesville with his trusted disciple, Cormac. The mansion was surrounded by trees as it was basically in the woods. Has Irving watched the men; a white Owl kept on hitting its beak on the balcony railing, taking his attention away from the men.
" Forgive me. I forgot you we're there." Irving said. He stood up, strolled to the Owl and tied the letter to its leg. The Owl gave him a quick look before flying away.
As he watched the Owl fly further away from the mansion a man stepped into the room and cleared his throat to get Irving's attention.
"Yes, Cormac." Irving said.
Cormac is a werewolf. Tall with a muscling body, bald hair and white mustache and some wrinkles on his face. Cormac is in his late 60's but still very strong and agile. The day they first met; Irving saved Cormac's life, and since then Cormac had pledged his loyalty to Irving.
" I just received an Owl, master. It's from your father. He's looking for you." Cormac said, his hands folded behind his back.
" And what did you do to the Owl?" Irving asked without looking at him.
" I snaped its neck and buried it behind the house, Sir."
" Good. We don't want any interruptions, do we?" Irving walked back into the room and looked at Cormac with a smile. Irving is a tall man in his early twenties but looks much young. He has brown eyes that has this glowing touch to it, brown hair that grows to the front a little and sometimes gets in the way of his vision. " And our visitors?"
" They refused to talk. May I suggest draining them of vervain and -"
" That would be a waste of time. I can't afford that." Irving stride past Cormac and went out of the room. Cormac jogged after him as he went down the stairs. As they took a right turn on the landing they magically appeared at the study.
Just at the center of the room were two women on their knees with their hands tied behind their back. One of the women who had red hair spat at Irving's feet when he got close to them. Cormac, seeing this had raised his hand to hit the woman but Irving grabbed hold of his hand to stop him.
" I see Cormac here hasn't been a good host. I'm truly sorry about that and I promise to teach him to be a proper host next time." Irving said, letting go of Cormac's hand. He then squatted in front of the women. " You see, I'm very, very hungry for information at the moment, and nothing I'm being served satisfies me. But you know what would quench this hunger for now, hmm? Well, that would be if you do me a favor and tell me where I can find the Ladin witches."
" Go to hell, Demon!" the red head woman said and this time she spat on Irving's face.
Cormac immediately handed Irving a handkerchief, but he rejected it.
" I am many things, but a Demon is not one of them." Irving opened his mouth to show the women his fangs, then he bit his left wrist, and they watched his blood gushing out of the injury. Irving grabbed the hair of the quiet woman and bent her head to the back making her to stare at the cline.
" Don't! PLEASE DON'T DO IT!" the quite woman begged.
" What do you think you're doing?" the red head asked.
"I'm done being nice." Irving said as he puts his bitten wrist into the quite woman's mouth and forced his blood into her system. When he was sure she had taken in some amount of his blood he let go of her and took a step back from the women. The quite woman started to weep.
" What did you do? What did you do to her?" The red head asked.
" Vampire's blood. Well, my blood actually. If she dies with my blood in her system, she becomes a vampire and lose her connection to nature's magic. She will no long be a witch, but an undead that feeds on the blood of humans to survive." Irving said, cursing the quite women to weep more.
"No-"
"Oh yes. And I'm sure you don't want that for your little sister."
" I - I don't know any-ything. Please I don't know." The quite woman wept.
" Well, that's a shame." Irving appeared behind the women in superspeed, ready to snap the quite woman's neck.
" I'll talk! I'LL TALK!! Please just let her go." The red head demanded.
" Then start talking."
" Agnes, no!" The quite one said.
" In the woods, south of here there is a cave, no one knows the exact location. It shows itself only on a full moon and after the full moon it disappears."
" What about it?"
" Inside the cave the last descendants of the Ladin witches are imprisoned."
" Imprisoned! Why? What was their crime?" Irving asked.
" I've told you what I know. Let my sister go." Agnes said.
" Hmm, well, thank you for feeding me that piece of information and for being truthful." Irving said. " As for your sister she wasn't at all truthful." Irving snapped the quite woman's neck.
" NOOOOO!!!" Agnes shouts as she watched her sister's lifeless body fall to the ground. " You-you said you'd let her go. You said -"
" I said nothing of that sort." Irving said as he walked away from the lifeless body. He took the handkerchief from Cormac and used it to clean the blood on his wrist and Agnes' saliva on his face. Then he called out toward the door, " BOOOOYS!"
The men who had been moving Furnitures into the mansion (four of them) walked into the study.
" As I promised. Fresh blood." Irving said pointing to Agnes.
" What is this?" Agnes asked.
" No one can know I'm here. Especially the witches. And Cormac, please take the dead one to the basement." Irving said.
As Irving exited the room, the last thing he heard was the sound of fangs piercing the skin followed by Agnes screams. At this time the sky had got dark. And somewhere in the woods west of Irving's mansion, a boy was being chased by a wolf. At this same time somewhere unknown, a demon had just opened its eyes.
" It is Time." The Demon said.