Chapter 1- What I Remember...

14 years. That's how long I'd been there. The walls were stone, dirty, and cold, as well as the floor. There wasn't a crack I didn't memorize, nor a stone I hadn't named. Closing my eyes now I can still see it clearly. Grey. Color everyday grey, for that's how it felt. My memories were few and far between but that didn't matter. I knew nothing, apart from my name, and why I was there. I was made a slave to a coven of vampires...the very creatures I'd grew up hating. They hated us, my family and I. We  were gifted in ways that made them vulnerable, for we could see the future. I came from a family of sourceres. We were among the oldest, and most powerful bloodlines of our kind. My parents taught me well, and at 8 years old I could see more and knew more then even they did. That's what drew them to me. My own memory is fuzzy, but through bits and pieces I learned the coven had killed my parents and kidnapped me for their own selfish uses.

This small basement became my everything....my playground, my bedroom, my life. I had no privacy, but I learned to cope. I was taken to the coven King every night to give him readings of the war he was pursuing against the clan of Succubus and Incubus. With me he could plan his moves accordingly and could eventually conquer them. However they were slick, and would not be taken over easily. They found ways into the mansion where I resided and made several attempts to kidnap me. I was but a pawn on a chessboard to both sides...but one that could make or break each coven's outcome in this war. They never succeeded of course and I grew up down there....alone and vulnerable in my mind. I remember little about being a child in that basement, all I've mentioned were secondhand memories that were later told to me after I escaped. 

The earliest thing I remembered myself was when I was 18. Aaron, the Coven King's son snuck me out to see my parent's grave. I was silent, though inside I was furious. I had no real memory of them...not even their faces. Everything I learned was told to me by Aaron or his brother, Jacob. They were my keepers, and it was up to them to keep me comfortable and obedient.

I remember closing my eyes and trying.....trying so hard to feel them...to remember something. Aaron watched me with fascination while I tried so desperatly to  uncover some memory...any memory of my parents. Try as I could none came to me, and it was time for Aaron to take me back. That was the last time I was allowed outside for Jacob caught Aaron trying to sneak me back into the basment. Angrily he had come up behind me and shoved me down the stairs.

When I fell I hit my head, causing me to see flashes of something I couldn't piece together. I saw flames, faces, heard screams, saw flashes of light, then all was normal. My head was throbbing as I heard the brother's screaming at eachother.

"What are you doing, you idiot! You could have killed her!" Aaron yelled.
"That's no more dangerous then you taking her out in broad daylight where she could have been snatched up!" Jacob yelled back.
"She was safe! I had her dressed in black like any mourner! No one looked at her twice!"
"It's the principle of the thing Aaron! She bewitched you into taking her didn't she?" Jacob sneered.

When Aaron didn't answer Jacob rolled his eyes.
"Cool it man. We are on the same side. This little vixxen will prove more useful then even you know." Jacob said cooly. Aaron eyed him carefully but still said nothing. With that Jacob turned and left. Aaron glanced at me then followed. I picked myself up and leaned against my old bed.

I grimaced in pain, horrid pain in my head. I wanted out. That was my goal. I was tired of being made a slave to these souless creatures. I began my planning that day, knowing it would take time to develop before I could have my freedom. Things I didn't foresee would change my plans however. I was so innocent...so nieve.... but I'd learn a hard  lesson. A lesson that would change the course of my life, and shatter the future I'd hoped to obtain.