The Vampling Witch

This is what I do know about myself. My name is Rhydalia Graham. I am three hundred and thirty years old and half vampire. In human years it equates to somewhere between thirty and forty, we think, we don't really know, I could still be a teenager or young adult. Marion Graham, my grandmother, always told me that I am an amazing, warmhearted, caring person that has a lot of power and darkness inside me that needs to be buried deep down and kept at bay so nobody gets hurt. How she does this I’ll never know. That was always another dead end conversation, along with her living so much longer than me and not a vampire. I do have my suspicions, though they're kept to myself, I keep a lot of things to myself. She did tell me once, the family, due to our ancestors, have been hunted down by an evil force for a very long time. Apparently the less known by me, the better protected we are so I never wanted to push the subject. I was told to never let anyone know about my true self. What I’m capable of or what I do to survive. Even though I am half human, human food doesn’t always curb my appetite and accidents have happened but I don’t fully remember them. She had to teach me to feed on animals and to control my emotions, especially my temper from a very young age. The one thing Gram couldn’t control was the constant burning and scratching in my throat and the many levels of discomfort that I suffered daily. On the plus side I’ve never been sick a day in my life. Healed fast whenever pain was inflicted, even quicker when I fed and not on human food. I was much stronger, faster and my senses were better than the average human. I see mostly everything in microscopic form and can hear and smell a good distance as well. Alongside all of that, for all my life as far as I could remember, it feels as if I’m living in a daze of some sort with not many emotions at all. Lately there has been a feeling of a powerful force lurking inside me itching to be released and those dreams were a warning. I can feel the burning deep down in my bones. Something horrible was coming but what and why? I had to shake myself to come back to reality then started to stare myself down in the mirror. My height stood at about five five with a sleek form figure, every bit of my body was tight and muscular, chiseled to look like a stone statue. My hair hung just past my shoulders and wavy, colored like a black cherry. My skin was ivory pale with a slight blush tone. More dead than alive. My eyes are what shocked me the most; they were big and a striking shade of light purple that bore right through anyone I looked at. The frightening part of it all was when thirst came on they sunk in, creating dark shadows around them and burned a violent shade of burgundy, streaked with black cracks throughout leaving no white to be seen in my entire eye. Alongside my demon glare vicious, sharp, pearly snake-like fangs emerged from a slightly elongated upper jaw. All of this only becomes present when I feed; it's extremely rare that I lose my temper. Humans fascinated with my kind would say "she's unusually calm for a vampire''. Now thinking about it I never really got angry or sad or even lusted like normal humans. It was nothing like the movies or stories.