The Maker

I was meant to a vampire. But something went wrong.

I wanted to turn, to not be seen as a week little human any longer. He was meant to Turn me into a full fledged vampire. We were meant to terrorize the night together. But he lied. I was just an experiment to him, a, weak, human. So he thought he could play around with me but how wrong he was. He kept me in a tower for years like I was Rapunzel, leaving me with only my hatred of vampires to feed off. His little injection may not have made me a vampire, but maybe, just maybe I'm something much worse...
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1. The tale Of The Maker

I was meant to a vampire. But something went wrong. I wanted to turn, to not be seen as a week little human any longer. He was meant to Turn me into a full fledged vampire. We were meant to terrorize the night together. But he lied. I was just an experiment to him, a, weak, human. So he thought he could play around with me but how wrong he was. He kept me in a tower for years like I was Rapunzel, leaving me with only my hatred of vampires to feed off. His little injection may not have made me a vampire, but maybe, just maybe I'm something much worse. See, I may be still part human, but I don't just feed on blood. I rip their hearts out and feed on them right before my victims eyes, until it's crushed, just how my maker crushed my heart.

 

I know there are others of my kind, we are the Dhampirs.We thought of as slaves to vampires because we are half breeds. I will make an army of my people and no more would Dhampirs have to suffer at the hand of love for vampires. I worked, for no one. I lived, for no one. And I would die, for no one. No more would I be a weak girl, swallowed up by the bustling city of London.

 

My name is Violet and my one mission in life is to rid the world of vampires. I know there are others of my kind but I'm a rogue. I do not see myself as a downworlder but I do not side with the shadowhunters ways either. I fight for my cause and my cause only.

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I may have been a weak human, but I certainly wasn't a stupid one. Before I escaped my Makers quarters, I took with me his notes on how he made me. Because unlike others of my kind, I was the first to be made not born as a Dhampir.

 

Quince was having a ball. He was the leader of the London clan and many were coming from all over the world. He had invited clan members as well as rogue vampires, which surprised many but he knew it would make him more liked. Many placed their trust in him which was stupid because he was very deceitful. He had caused many wars. I had met him a few times, it was key if I was to gain his trust.

 

I stepped into the abandoned manor house, dimly lit. I tugged at my corset frustratedly. It was the 21st century but women still had to wear ball gowns to vampire parties and men tuxedos. One thing vampires didn't like was change. But when I ruled they would just have to suck it up.

 

I smoothed down my blood red dress and pulled back the one strand of my frizzy brown hair that hung loose. I was the bait, and I would catch Quince. Immediately a pathway was made for me, no one knew who I was. But I commanded attention even with my masquerade mask. I didn't see myself as beautiful but if I was seen that way by others, like everything else I had, I used it as a weapon.

 

My mother had always tried to force me out of my tomboyish ways and I supposed it was a good thing now. I stood not directly in Quince's vision but just to the side turned away from him so my red dress would catch his eye. Everyone else in the room wore traditional black and white because the colours would set of the pallor of their vampire skin. I purposefully chose not to wear the traditional colours it would only make it more obvious that my brown skin still held a human glow and I was not a vampire.

My plan had worked, I heard Quince's silent footsteps approach me and my fingers itched to take out my silver knife and stab him in the heart. He placed a cold hand on my shoulder.

“Rarely does a man as...knowledgeable as myself see a face he hasn't seen before,” Quince said, his voice like a soft melody. The thing about vampires was they were made to be attractive, to be the ultimate predators, to be the perfect hunters. But things were about to change, the ultimate predators were about to become my prey. He pulled out a wisp of my wild hair that I had painstakingly tamed.

“Not a lot of people see me,” I replied. He had seen me many times before but this was a game he liked to play.

“Don't worry darling, I've seen you,” He said and I smiled. He grinned. He thought I was complimented but it was only a sign of my success. I was in, all I had to do now was get him alone.

“So you're a wild one, I see,” He said, he must have noticed how reserved I've been.

“Yes and being a rogue, I'm not used to so many vampires in one place, so would you mind if we went somewhere quieter?” I asked but it was more of an order. He took me gently by the waist and led me up a flight of stairs. I couldn't believe my plan was actually working, a vampire as great as him was meant to be a lot more cunning.

 

If I wasn't on a mission of vengeance to kill him, I might find Quince quite attractive. He had rugged looks, with his dark brown eyes and tangled dark hair, that fells down to his jawline. But I wasn't interested in love, I was interested in destroying it.

“Would you mind if I used your bathroom?” I asked politely,smiling, showing my fangs. He smiled.

“Of course, I'll be waiting here,” Quince said. I open the bathroom step in and lock it behind me. I rip of the dress, tight black leather clad underneath. I hold in a roar of triumph as I flexed my fingers and clutched the knife held in my weapon belt. It was show time.

 

Quince has his back turned to me, but I felt the grin on his face, I couldn't wait to see him fall. Knife poised at the ready, I pounce. My knife is milimetres from his back ready to carve his heart out, when he turns and in lightning speed turns to face me. A knife is pressing down on my chest, just as a knife is pressing down on his. We smile at each other wryly.

“I have lived for a very long time, do not mistake me for the young boy I look like,” Quince said, not once taking his eyes away from mine. I levelled out my options, bide my time and talk to him or plunge the knife into his chest. The latter would mean I would die and this would all be for nothing so I chose the former.

“I came here for a purpose and I will fulfil it,Quince,” I growled, his knife had slipped so I tried to drive the knife into his chest but he was too fast. We were now standing as if we were about to dance. I held his wrist, pushing the knife away that threatened to kill me and he did the same.

“Someone has sent you to kill me, but who may I ask?” Quince asked.

“Like I said before I'm a rogue,I work for no one and I live for no one but you shall die for me!” I yelled.

“Why?”

“For the greater good, for all dhampirs of all lands, the way vampires treat them is wrong,just because we are more powerful than you, I want every single vampires heart on a plate in front of me and I want to see them bow before me as I crush them into smithereens!” I said so quietly, each word I said shook.

“Stop,” Quince said withdrawing his knife, but not letting go of the wrist that threatened to kill him.

“I have a map of the forsaken lands of Dhampirs, whenever I come across it, I send them there for safety because, because...”

“How am I to know your not lying, how am I to know if I take this blade away you won't kill me!” I shouted kicking him hard in the chest so he fell backwards. The knife began to plunge in his chest.

“I'm a dhampir, look!” He shouted and I stopped. As he wiped his face, the fake powder he had used to make himself seem a vampire was gone. He held a human glow beneath. “I know eher the banished lands are because I live there!”

 

I gasped. A single tear rolled down my cheeks.

“Take me to the Dhampirs banished lands.”

 

“Come closer,” Quince said and I did, “Closer.” I came so close to Quince we were standing head to head and then he kissed me and when I opened my eyes, I was pretty sure I wasn't in London anymore.
 

There wasn't just tens, there wasn't just hundreds but there were thousands and thousands of Dhampirs walking along side one another, laughing, free. And the best bit was, there was not a vampire in sight.

“Did you know I was a dhampir?” I asked Quince.

“Of course,” And I thought you knew I was one too.”

“So what is this place?”

“Originally it was where the vampires banished our ancestors but now we use it as a sort of factory, we're building our army in hope to one day rid the world of vampires,” Quince said with the same passion I had had all my life.

 

We would go to battle. And good would win. And I would have my happy ever after.

 

 

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