Born A Witch

Just like every other teenage vamp, well maybe not exactly. Paris was also trying to discover herself. All she wanted to do, was to unravel her potentials, and unveil the beast within this beauty. But, she never seemed to get anything right. A pale looking 16 year old, who would stumble over her own two feet. She was just too clumsy to get the job done. But, she knew she could do a lot more.

She knew she could wreck havock and send the world crashing down if she wanted to. She knew she was that powerful.

She had felt that overwhelming power surge through her during her 13th birthday, but somehow she managed to conceal and control it. Her mother had humiliated her before Cory, her first crush.

It was supposed to have been a great day. Her cousin Ziden, had gifted her a make up kit, urging her to try it on, that her mother had approved of it.

"Come on, cuz. You said you've forgiven me, so try it out already. You don't have to worry about the rogue queen, I spoke to her about it."

She had found it suspicious, but quickly brushed it off. Without wasting any time, she flooded her face with colours. After receiving a ton of false praises from Ziden, she stepped out looking like a clown and not the celebrant. Her mom was furious on seeing her. That was the first time her mom was ever that upset with her. She had pulled her by the ear and washed off all the makeup from her face, after scolding her, embarrassing her before the guests.

She had seen the wicked glow in Ziden's eyes, that was when she realized it was her plan all along. How could she allow her cousin fool her that way? She felt extremely stupid. She had always known Ziden to be naughty and mischievous. She knew Ziden never truly liked her, still she hoped they could get along like siblings, sisters, even. So, she kept forgiving all her mistakes, including those she never really apologized for.

But, that was the last straw.

Her revenge was one which left Ziden gloomy for days, curled up in a ball, thinking of ways to make her pay. But she was too scared to carry out her plans. It ended up intensifying her hatred for Paris.

Cory struggled to swallow the laughter, all to no avail. Eventually he spat it out like spoilt milk, so did the other kids. But she hated him the most for it. So much for being her first crush.

Paris wished the earth could open up and swallow her whole, so she could escape the shame. But nothing of that sort happened. Time moved by rather slowly, that she felt wrinkles had crept all the way up to her face. She sluggishly went about the other activities, hoping the day would end quickly. The day she would never forget. It was an almost perfect day, but Ziden just had to ruin it, like she ruins everything.

This time around, with a little assistance from her mother.

Riza, her mom was far from being the ideal mom. She was as flawed as could be, but she had some spice to her. She was like a chocolate bar dipped in vinegar, a little bit more bitter than sweet. Even with the numerous flaws, Paris loved her mom to the moon and back. She was like the only person that at least tried to understand her in the family. But still, she felt she did not belong. She felt intimidated by them. She felt so small around them, almost invisible. She tried her best to blend in, to scale the bridge which demarcated them, several times. But she failed woefully, and it left her feeling blue, wishing she had never tried at all.

Deep down, she knew her mom was trying to understand her, to live with the mysteries surrounding her birth, to cope with the irregularities in her.

But still, no matter how hard she had tried, she would never understand her, because to understand her was to kiss her sanity goodbye. The thought of it was insane.

As for her dad, she resented him a lot, growing up. But, as the days went by, she learned to understand him. Or, so she thought. Maybe it was pity. Maybe she eventually learned to pity him, because it never really felt like true understanding.

She had always wondered how a parent could be so nonchalant and cruel, all at once. How he could hurt his own child, and rub it in her face. Damn! She had experienced mini wars in her house. She heard low whispers turn to noisome confrontations. She had watched inanimate objects fly across the room, with wings they borrowed from God knows where. Once, she had seen a club leaning beside the living room couch, and fear engulfed her being. She remembered seeing blood trickle down the corner of her mother's left eye, whilst her father's lacked remorse.

Running for their dear lives, they went in search of place hide, till the raging storm subsided. Anywhere, but the place the Vampire Lord called home.

Next morning she was walking hand in hand with her mother again, heading back to that same house. Why did the silent prayers in her heart always go unanswered? Maybe it was because she was the monster's child. She was a beast too. Just like the man she called father.

She knew that in a fit of rage, she could do worse. But all she wanted to do was to show that monster his place. Although, she had a strong conviction that she would never be able to. The power which emanated from him, was scary, yet farimiliar. It was the same fire she carried in her heart. The lust for blood and destruction.

If only her heart were as pale as her skin, if only her soul was devoid of the scars, maybe, just maybe those prayers would not have been left unanswered. Maybe, she would have discovered herself a long time back. Now, all she does is wallow in self pity, hating on everything that made her whole, cursing the world for existing and mocking her stale fate, for depriving her of the one thing which she wanted the most in life. The truth about her very existence. Who she really was. Who the hell was Paris?