The Miracle Tribrid

I’m Nia Salvador. My family’s surname comes from Italy, being that my fathers side of the family comes from that place. Instead, he was born here. In Majestic Creek. An old town in Washington. My parents story should’ve came first, but this is my story. A story of how me, a witch and a Vampire, as well as a werewolf. Came to be made by my parents, and by nature. Naturally, no human could even conceive a child that’s a witch and has an inactivated vampire side. But my parents conceived me, and what a shock they had when they saw me bring the dead garden to life with a touch of my fingers. Then the other shock when I was feeding off of a random girl outside the restaurant. All of this, while I’m still alive, breathing, blood pumping. Why? I don’t know, maybe nature does have its loopholes. - My mother, leaning against the door with a big smile, calls out, "Hey little witch, come down to eat, your dad is making blueberry pancakes." I jolt awake from my nap with excitement and yank the blankets off of my body. As we descend the stairs, my mother rushed towards me and pulled me in for a side hug. "After the nap, how do you feel? ... anything unusual?” She queries. I tell my mother, as I see my father in the kitchen wearing an apron, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm getting pancakes." I break free of my mother's grip and sprint for my father as she chuckles. My dad leans down to give me a hug and asks, "Hey, what's got you in a good mood today?" I sit down on the chair in the kitchen isle and say, "Just an everyday feeling, now that I'm with you guys, no stress, and no worries." My dad slides a pancake onto my plate. While he lines up a smiley face with black icing and white icing on the mouth shaped like vampire teeth, he takes out two blueberries from the basket and places them on my pancake-like eyes. I began to break my pancake in half and eat it as I softly said, "I love it dad." My mother approaches me from behind and gives me a shoulder rub as the three of us discuss the Majestic Pub party tonight. When I take another bite, I inquire to my mother, "So, mom, when's Aunt Karolyn, and Uncle Esteban coming back from the trip to Atlanta?" “Oh, that, Uncle Esteban called me and said that he and Karolyn were going to stay another night to have a drink with the one and only, Nik Spears!” Dad says in fake excitement. My mother and I chuckle as he raises his hands and shakes them. Nik used to be my families biggest threat. They all became good buddies afterwards. "That means Aunt Karolyn will be gone another night. Afterward, what about Aunt Belle?” I say this as I hold my parents in high regard. My mother says, "Belle is just on her way, she said she couldn't wait to come home so she can teach you new spells that she learnt in Atlanta from the neighborhood witches!" She puts two hands on my shoulders and gently shakes me. It's just something my Aunt Belle does with me once a month. She travels worldwide and returns with a fresh new spell. She is a witch, and so am I. Every witch has their own spells, charms, and what not, so my Aunt goes to learn more about it so she could teach herself and me. Karolyn and Belle are my mother's two sisters. The genes for a witch were present in one of the three sisters. We are descended from a long line of witches. My mom and my aunts grandma, who is also my great grandma, gave Belle the witch gene. I suppose this is how it happened when I was born. Because my mother and father are both humans, I was really perplexed, but I eventually realized that my mother and her sisters have witch ancestors who formerly belonged to a coven. I start to say, "Can't wait," when a knock at the door stops me. "Belle and John must be here, Let me go open the door”, my mom claims. As soon as I see her get up, I stop her. My mother slowly steps back as I answer the door, "No, I'll go get the door, mom." I see Aunt Belle and Uncle John holding gift baskets and grinning broadly. John was only forced to smile. He finds it awkward to smile frequently in good circumstances. "Ah! We brought gifts with us!” Belle exclaims with excitement as she gives me a tight embrace. John adds in a British accent, clinging tightly to the gift basket, "Well this one is for me, I don't know what you're talking about, love." Then, he approached her from behind and squeaked through the door. Belle slaps him in the shoulder with a playful look as she tells him, "Don't be a douche, there's a present there for Nia," John makes a funny groaning noise before winking at Belle and waving at me briefly. After shutting the doors, I went to the living room to find everyone gathered there. My parents were seated on the couch, with the other couch being occupied by John and Belle. Belle is standing behind me as I move to sit next to John. John hands me a little box and says, "This one is for you, and this one, well, it's for me." He keeps the second box in his hand. I take the package from him and set it on my lap, saying, "Thanks, Uncle John." Belle softly shakes me and asks, "So... how are you feeling?" I proclaim, "I'm feeling wonderful, mainly flummoxed, pfft, I mean, wands?!" John moves over when Belle sits down next to me and gives me a "Yup sure seems like it" expression. "Well, I guess it's cool, right? Wands... your own brand of witchcraft and wizardry”, she says, giggling a little. As John rolls his eyes at Belle and opens his gift—a vintage watch—I chuckle. My mom asks as my father wraps his arms around her shoulder, "Aren't you eager to see other kids your age, that are precisely like you?" "They cast spells with their wands instead of their hands or minds, so they're not like me! If I performed the spells without my wand, what would they think of me? ", I ask. There is absolutely no comparison to our coven at the school I'm transferring to. They may not even be aware that there are witches who cast spells without a wand, even some that are more powerful. Their magic is basically kid magic to us. "When casting spells, just pretend that you are using a wand! Simple, easy! Issue is resolved ", my dad adds while leaning back and winking jokingly at my mom. Belle and I scoff, and John starts talking. "Utterly false! They would know about you, moron” He shakes his head. I join him in shaking my head and respond, "Absolutely!" We do the same action and have the same facial expression, making us appear to be identical. My mom concurs with the risk of people finding out while my dad rolls his eyes and sneers. "Just use your wand and follow the rules, you know? Just how bad can it be?” Belle says, to which everyone responds with a shrug. She turns to look at my gift while also returning my gaze. "You still haven't opened it? Open it! You'll love it!”, She declares. I take up the box and begin to open it as everyone gathers around me to see what it is. I sigh as I remove the wrapper to reveal a lovely necklace. Everyone lets out a gasp, and Belle is waiting for my response. As soon as I pick it up, my mouth drops open in awe. Belle squeals with delight "It's gorgeous, isn't it? It was spotted by John and I in the antique shop! We changed a few things, added a peace of lapis lazuli gemstone and added your family’s surname initial. We believed you would want fresh daylight jewelry”, she adds as she rubs my shoulders. Witches who desire to support their vampire friends' daytime existence frequently create jewelry for them. You may also just sell vampire jewelry to generate money. Aunt Belle made me a necklace made of daylight because I'm a vampire too. Thus, I am a Heretic, at least by that logic. Being both a vampire and a witch are called Heretics. Given that I am completely alive and not dead, I am therefore the miracle in our home. The sun doesn’t affect me much, just burns a bit since I’m not a fully made vampire. I only have the powers of one, when I die, I’ll fully become one. The majority of witches become a heretic with vampire blood in their system, die, and then resurrect as vampires with their witchcraft still intact. A few people lose their magic. There is no other outcome. Yet when it comes to people like myself, there's always a loophole. I've got life in me. Blood bags are usually a great snack, even though I don't need them to survive. But it keeps my vampire side going without hunger. The hybrid, a werewolf and a vampire combined, is more powerful than heretics. When you are all three, though. The Tribrid You’re immediately unstoppable. Tribrids are an extremely uncommon type of supernatural creatures. Only one Tribrid is produced every decade. It is believed that genes for witches and werewolves are present at birth. The vampire portion follows. In any case, if you unleash your wolf side while being transformed into a vampire, you become a Tribrid. Most of them were executed by vampire hunters three decades ago, which hastened their extinction. Well, enough about the fact or cap. "It's stunning! It's just wonderful! I'm grateful, Aunt Belle", I say. I raise a silver necklace with the initial letter of my surname engraved on it with a lapis lazuli gemstone, which is suspended by round strands. The lapis is what witches enchant so it can become a daylight jewelry. "You may put it on; I've already enchanted it! Cmon”, Aunt Belle claims. My mom tugs my hair to the side as my dad swiftly gets up to fetch the necklace. John is just eating pancakes, minding his own thing, as Dad delicately lays it on my neck. "Hey! They’re mine!”, My father hissed as he observed John eating pancakes. John takes another sizable chunk of my dad's pancakes and declares, "They're mine now, nobody was eating it," to which my dad scoffs and rolls his eyes before settling back down. I like their friendship because they were close friends ever since my dad was in elementary. I know that may sound normal. But my dad was 10 years old. Uncle John was 140 years old. Uncle John saved my dad from being kidnapped by traffickers. Ever since, Uncle John spied on my dad to make sure he’s safe and not getting into trouble. When my dad turned 21, Uncle John made himself known to my dad and they started this newfound friendship. Drinking buddies may be the word. My mother remarks, appreciating the gem, "You look gorgeous honey, it brings out your beautiful blue eyes!" "Right? And what do you know? Five dollars?”, Belle exclaims, which causes my mother and I to both laugh. I then thank Belle once more for the necklace. My mother asks, rising up and smirking, "What do you all say we go the party at the Majestic Pub?" Everyone cheered, and I joined in, saying "Whoop whoop, party!" My mother pauses briefly and laughs. I scowl as my father approaches from behind her and she continues, "Not you honey, adults only, we're drinking, do you have any friends to hang out with?" "She's a party animal, honey! She could be useful to us, and she carries my genes”, I force a grin as he adds, giving her a wink. Mom rolls her eyes. “She can't come, Ivan, we might set a bad example!" Mom groaned. Dad is bothered by the way she claims. "Ugh! Pa-lease! If she doesn't see us enjoying ourselves, how will she learn to do so in the future?”, Dad says as he gives me the thumbs up. My mother glances at him, then at me, then turns to look at Belle and John, who are both looking down. She murmurs, "She's not going," and my father's smile vanished as he gave me the thumbs down. Mom rubs my shoulder and says, "Nia, if you want, you can spend the night with a friend, or you can sleep over; we might not be home until 3am." I sigh and nod as I ascend the stairs. I reach my room and take a backpack out to put my belongings in. My human friend Maya, whom I call as soon as I have my phone out, agrees and says the door is open when I tell her I'll be going to her house tonight.