A/N: Greetings from the author,

Now some of you have looked at this genre and rolled your eyes thinking, Oh great another vampire story it's been overdone. That era is over. Well, my question to you is then why did you click on that blue title and open it? Ah;)

One day my wish is to have this piece of work on the shelves. But for now I am sharing it with you all from the recesses of my own imagination in a world I created and characters molded from my own mind. As for vampire they have never been just a fad to me. I believe if you put in the right kind of work with depth and character you can rejuvenate any genre at any time. Vampire folklore has existed almost from the beginning of time. So you see it never really fades it simply evolves.

And as for me, thats exactly how I believe it.

NOTE: For those that have followed this story for quite some time (years) I have decided to switch this to third person narrative. First person I found was burning me out until there were no coals left in me to fire up. So to speak. I apologize if this offends or puts you off from the story but I started this story so long in my early 20's and as I've grown, read, seen, I just cringed looking back at these old chapters and really wanted to try and bring it to a new level. Expand it. Refurbish some characters I also have come to be troubled with. But I understand if you leave and sorry for the drastic change.

-B

Curious to see what the characters look like? Check 'em out at (wattpad) myworks/179028729-hushed-whispers

Title: Hushed Whispers

Rated: T (Rating may change later)

Dedication: To my longtime friend Sarah Pope who has been my rock and strength for so many years without even knowing. And to my dear friend Megan Slater for whom writing wouldn't have been the same without your constant enthusiasm and likeliness for this piece of work molded from the vast lands of my imagination. But most of all, to my beloved hubby who has always encouraged me to reach high and never give up my writing talents.

And to my readers/reviewers for your comments and for just being you in your messages, really, thank you.

Onward with the story…

PROLOGUE

Some people see the world through a clouded lens. But she looked at the world with a single, focal point like that of a microscope. The parasites. Also known as a certain species that have roamed this earth twisting the minds of those who remain, yet, naive about the reality that had evolved before them. Aside her. Because of this some people believed her to be crazy.

And so in time she became it; embodied it.

Thus it became a part of her identity and for this the name itself no longer phased her. In the world she faced how could it? People she once loved were now long gone. Out of unborn sister, a mother, a dead beat father who had left some time ago, she remained the only one left. Later processed into an orphanage and the overused term Orphan officially branding her.

Until the inevitable had finally caught up to her.

The time to be Chosen,Chosen by the very race that-up until six years ago-had been nothing but mythological creatures. Creatures once thought upon by imagination as a simple dark fantasy hidden within the confines of a novel, a campy flick, or a television show targeted specifically at teenagers.

Once, she'd been a teenager. But that had since changed. The old folklore or fictitious tales spun by those fascinated by the unknown of the supernatural, had turned into a living reality. Since, the lives of those who had yet remained human hadn't been the same. Specifically, she hadn't been the same.

The name Crazy had been adopted because those that met her were quick to realize one thing.

She was a rebel and loathed what society acclaimed as the Master Race but what she knew as... Vampires.

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