SON OF A VAMPIRE

Hello there ...

My name is Seth. The following, for whom it matters, is my story in a nutshell or two. It'll be fairly basic ... if anything about who I am can be considered basic.

I am sixteen years old, and I have a little more than a year to go before I complete school. Of course, I can go to college when such a time to do so come though I have yet to make a decision on that. Such a decision as that, as well as many others, are not so straight forward decisions to make when you are someone like me.

What else can I say about myself? Well ....

It can be said that I am a lot of things and that I am nothing at all. I am not like most guys my age; in fact, it is safe to say I am not like anyone else my age. Why am I not like anyone else my age? Well, that would be due to the fact that I am the son of a Vampire. Yeah ... you read that right. I am a son of a Vampire, and this is not something you would hear every day I bet. And at that, it had been something I had been unaware of until I turned ten years of age.

My father was, and presumably still is a day walker and at the time of my birth, my mother was human, so this ensures that I too am a day walker. Day walkers are basically Vampires who can go outside during the day, although we are not immune to the effects of the daylight, not completely anyway. Day walkers are indeed sensitive to the day light. Prolonged exposure can harm us to the point it could be lethal.

I say presumably in regard to my father when I mention him as I have never known him. I have never even met him. I know nothing of his current existence or even if he currently exists at all. There is a feeling, a sense that this fact will change in time. His name, my father that is, was and presumably still is Gabriel Grimmel. This means that I am also a Grimmel though this is a surname I have only been using since I was ten years old, more to remind me of who and what I am rather than anything else, not that I need any sort of reminding. Perhaps it would be wise if I did not use that surname at all for it is not all so common and perhaps those who know better or assume they know better could make assumptions about me and I wouldn't want that.

My father, it could be said, had an interesting idea that didn't quite pan out. He thought a point in time would come or could come where all intelligent creatures of Earth could live peacefully as one. No matter how life moves forward or evolves, some things just don't change. Humanity, whether it has become altered into something else or not, just can't seem together as one, not wholly at least. Still, he may be my father, but he is not my dad.

I, as it is, need to constantly wear sunglasses during the day. Luckily enough when I was a child and before I even knew what I was; I had been medically diagnosed with having a severe sensitivity to sunlight. From birth, I had been treated as Human until a point came when things changed.

Thankfully doctors were unable to detect anything else other than a sensitivity to light. Any presumptions or assumptions that I am or could be a Vampire, or something other than Human, I am sure would have been quickly dismissed, although as I have mentioned before, I didn't even know myself until my age went into double figures.

You know, being a Vampire of any kind is not exactly a medical condition nor is it something that any doctor would attempt to go looking for signs of in any kind of patient let alone a child and this of course would be if they would or could believe anything of the likes, let alone detect it. Most people consider Vampires of any kind to be nothing more than something fictitious and no matter what I put on paper, any who read it most likely will not consider it to be true.

I am sure, however, that if a doctor or doctors wanted to prove the existence of what would be only considered by Humans to be something of a myth, then within me, even at that young age, all the signs and proof that they would need could definitely be found.

So due to this sensitivity diagnosis, for school I have doctor's notes for my teachers, and this allows me to wear prescription sunglasses in class and it also allows me to stay indoors should I wish to do so during break times.

Now I have never known either of my birth parents, but what I do know of them other than what I have already mentioned about my father, is quite limited. Yeah, my father was a day walker. He was powerful and well respected, probably even feared. I also know that he first met my mother, who was Human by the way up to at least the time of my birth, during a vacation she was having with her family when she was not much younger then than what I am right now.

My mother had a twin. Her identical sister had been turned into a Vampire on that very trip that they had taken. At that particular time, in the specific place of a vacation, there had been a truce in force between Humans and Vampires, as with which was partly due to my father's doing, and thankfully my aunt's transformation didn't spark an all-out war. I say thankfully as I know of no war. Things may not be perfect in my own life, but no one is at my throat, and I am not at anyone else's throat. Then again, other than in this bio here, I don't exactly broadcast what I am.

Vampires at that time, the time when my parents met, especially day walkers, were in extreme danger of becoming extinct. There had been so few in the world due to hunting, so I have been told. Humans had been winning the war, well I am not so sure if winning would be the right term or even war for that matter. See there are so many humans in the world, quite a few Vampires too, but so few of us are day walkers. So, my father created truces and alliances wherever he went so that the populations of the human race and the Vampire population could live together without being at war.

My mother, whose name was and presumably still is Janice, as I have also already said had not been transformed into a Vampire the weekend she met my father, even though her sister Alice had. She, my mother obviously enough, gave birth to me when she was twenty years old. Complications during my birth led to my mother's death. Doctors and nurses attended to me and when they returned, my mother's body was gone. It had been at this time that she became a Vampire. My parents, my biological parents that is, left me alone in hospital.

I was adopted by a loving couple and became the only child that they would either adopt or have. They were killed in a bloodbath when I was ten years old, and this is partly why that age holds so much significance for me. I think that I may have been the one who killed them, but I can't quite be sure as I find it very difficult to remember anything from that day. What I do remember from that day are fragments, bits and pieces from a day that changed everything for me.

All that blood, a hell of a lot of blood in fact, the lifeless bodies of the only family I had known just laying within our home motionless. It haunts me at times, there are nightmares. I can't always tell if the nightmares are just bad dreams or if they are memories trying to resurface.

Since my father, my biological father was a day walker and my biological mother was human, the whole Vampire part of me came on just like it is part of puberty, part of growing up. I didn't know what to expect, and I understood none of it. I knew not of what was happening to me, and of what exactly had happened to my foster parents. So, did I do something in reaction to the changes I was experiencing? That is a question I cannot answer.

I had no one to guide me, prepare me for what was to come. A guide did come but not soon enough and this guide is why I know what I happen to know. With it being so difficult for me to remember what exactly actually happened that day, the day my foster parents were killed there are, as I have mentioned, those certain images that will always remain with me. Again, are these real images or something else? No matter what I try, I can't piece any of it together.

There was indeed so much blood. It was everywhere, all over the walls, the floor and all over me too. I think the day my foster parents died was the day my fangs descended for the first time. The images I do remember will always haunt me, that is a fact that will never change. I can only assume that I killed them. I didn't mean to, and I most definitely did not want to, they loved me, I know they did, and I had and still do love them.

It was after this event when I first met Nicolas Moore. Nicolas, or Nick as I would always call him, became the one to guide me and help me control my cravings. He had been my father's right-hand man for a long time, and he had been watching me most of my life up to the point I turned ten. I guess that prior to the day so much changed for me no one was any the wiser, no one knew if I was Human with a touch of Vampire in me or if I were something more. Yeah, the whole sensitivity to light had always been there.

Nick means a lot to me, he as it so happens, is also a day walker and this of course allowed him to be near me at any time, day, or night. I presume he took precautions when he needed to so to ensure his own safety. He was able to use his connections and quite possibly his Vampire charm or skill, if that is what you could call it, to gain custody of me for gaining custody would not have been a straightforward thing.

He trained me, not only physically but mentally too and he raised me to be the best possible person that I can be. Nick has helped me to live amongst Humans as one of them. There are only a few who know just what I am. I have a need, a desire to trust people and I have a need to have that trust returned, for who knows what may happen to me in the future. A time may come where I will need aid and I am more than willing to aid those with whom I can trust.

Those who really know me have formed a group at school and they are people, others of similar age who I know I am lucky to be able to call my friends. This group includes a guy named Thomas, a sixth-year student at my school and someone who has only recently become one of my best friends.

There is Kimberly, who is in my class. I've known her for a few years now and I am so glad she knows the truth about me, out of all those I call friend I consider her to be the closest, and no, we are not an item. Then there is Peter, he is in the same year as me at school and we were neighbours when we were kids, neighbours right up to the point when my foster parents were killed.

Also, in this group of ours there is a guy named Jason, he is not quite like the others. Like me, Jason also has a secret. The others know my secret, I may be the only one who knows or suspects that Jason has a secret. For what he is and what I am should be enough for us not to see eye to eye, but we do.

Together we form an elite group, well that is how I see it anyway. We are watched over and mentored by one of our teachers, Professor Edwards. The Professor also knows my secret, and he knows my story and I am thankful for the interest he has taken in helping me however he can.

As to this group of ours and what we get up to? Well ... that's another story, but for now, this is me and this is who I am. My name is Seth, and I am the son of a Vampire.