I suppose we could go back to when I was eight and got kicked out by my vampire father after my witch mom died, or even after I left the orphanage, when I turned fourteen. But all of that doesn't really interest me.
For starters, I should probably tell you my name, although it is also uninteresting. I am Lindsay Bellmoore, and this is my story. I was born in a town called Kimbershire, though that's likely to be viewed as irrelevant. I walked the streets at age fourteen, going to school, working, and living in a small apartment I payed for myself. Life would have been alright, but I was often chased by the creatures men call "werewolves". I was often forced to use my magic at a young age, only assisted by the wand my mother left me. But enough of all this whining.
One day, believe it or not, I was in the Kimbershire Public Library when I found a book. But this was a special book. "The Book Of Vampiric Knowledge: Everything You need To Know," I read aloud after removing the mountains of dust from the cover.
I went home and read vigorously, choking on bits of unbelievable information. The book said some amazing things like "Vampires shimmer in sunlight." That was a flat out lie. If you're full breed, you burn and if you're half breed you get sunburnt really easy.
The next year I was chocked full of information(I was able to sort out truths from lies) and I was ready to look for "The Caverns Of The Half-Bloods". Apparently this was a place where mix breeds could go if they were chased.
One night I set out as usual, for my evening search for the caverns. I looked out from the top of the tallest building in town, and saw only dark. I sat on the edge of the roof, letting my legs dangle. I saw a shadow in the light behind me, turned, and was pushed off by big, hairy arms.[like the cliffhanger? *taunts*]
