I've been thinking about this for a while, and even though my friend advised me to wait to post this story until after Not as Opposite as We Thought is done, I just have zero patience. I've wanted to see a good story about a vampire hybrid (who wasn't Renesmee) on here for a long time. I've submitted it to those "tell me what you want me to write about and I'll write it" things. It didn't work. So, I have decided to make use of the old saying: If you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Please review and tell me if I am doing it right. I'd really appreciate it. One of the greatest joys as a writer is knowing people are reading your work.

Prologue

Vitality (noun): the ability of something to live and grow or continue in existence

Many people claim to hate themselves. They say all the horrible things that they have done willfully. They go to psychologists, they sit around depressed, and they jump off buildings. They can all pinpoint exactly what they did wrong.

I can't. My very existence is destructive. I was injurious before I was born, in the worst way possible, slowly killing my source of life. If I could have, I would have chosen never to be born, but I came nevertheless, like a hurricane comes. Destroying everything in its path. I'm an abomination, an oddity, and an atrocity.

I cannot say that I have atoned for what I have unknowingly done. I've taken away people's very existences too many times for me to count, all too aware of exactly what I was doing. It is how I survive.

Vitality, the last word gasped on my mother's breath as I took hers away.