Adaline

Chapter 1: Who am I?

Wind. Water. Fire. Earth.

That's all we really are, isn't it? That was the start of us, of our world. Who are we to change it? Who are we to make it? Who are we to destroy it? That's just the thing, we can't. And we shouldn't. But what if I can? What if I do? What if I want to? Does that make me inhuman? Does that make me not one of you? Only God can determine that. But maybe I don't belong with God. I must be too dark for my own good, too evil. I mean, I don't even know how dark the darkest parts of me can get... Oh, but I will. I will.

I snap out of my daze, blinking in the sunlight. I must have zoned out again. That's one of the side affects of over using my magic. Yep. That's right, magic. I am a witch. But not just any witch. I am an elemental witch, and there are not many of us left.

I have been practicing my wind magic for the past couple of hours. I am proud to say that I have not passed out yet, though I know I am getting close. That happens soon after I start to zone out between practices. But I have been working hard and they happen less often now.

I spread my arms open wide and feel the energy of the soft breeze against them. I do what I have done a thousand times, and absorb the energy, bending it to my will. A blast of wind comes out of nowhere, almost knocking me over. I manage to curve the wind around me, but I feel the wind slowing down. I become light headed and have to sit on the ground, the wind becoming normal again.

I sigh. My energy went with the wind, and now I'm too tired to continue. I heave myself to my feet and start running through the trees with incredible speed. My eyes turn a dark red, my vampire self showing. Did I mention that I am also a vampire? I smile, my fangs showing. My vampire is the most dominant part of me, along with my wolf. Yes, I am also a werewolf. My fangs show all of the time, but my wolf can push more easily through to the front of my mind than my other selves. 

Lets go hunting! My wolf, Mundra chants.

Yes, we shall hunt and snap all of their necks if they dare to oppose us! Kali hisses. 

My eyes change different colors as the different parts of me speak. My wolf, Mundra has yellow eyes that blaze bright in the night. Kali has black eyes that show no iris or the white of my eyes. Her darkness takes over everything. My parents told me that Kali was a demon, though they don't know how I came to be part demon.

And then we shall drink their hot, delicious blood. My vampire, Sheela speaks. My eyes turn a dark red once again.

They all chorus in agreement, but I ignore them and continue running. Why do they all have to be so violent? Because you are violent, you are this, we are one. A voice says in the back of my mind. My eyes turn pitch black. I shake off the dark thoughts and finally come up to my makeshift home. A stone wall.

I know what you must be thinking, that I must be crazy. How can I live in a rock? It's simple really, magic. I call upon my energy and feel my eyes turn a deep, electric purple. The rock groans and it splits in half, a jagged line forming. The c***k is just big enough for me to slip through, the rock closing behind me.

The room is dark when I enter, but my presence wakes it. Torches along the walls light up with blue flame as I pass through the cavern. A bed sits in the far corner of the cave, a table on the far side of it, and near the entrance a kitchen. A red leather couch with a black rug is pushed against the wall opposite of the kitchen. I sit down, sinking into the soft cushions. 

Let's go on a run! Mundra says, I shake my head.

We already went out today, there could be hunters, I reply.

If there are hunters then we will just snap their necks! Kali cheers.

What is with you and snapping necks? I ask, though I already know the answer.

I'm a demon! It's what I do! Lets go snap necks! My eyes burn a coal black.

Stop it! You know we only do that if hunters find us, and if it's necessary. I scold Kali, though a small part of me is always happy to do it. I hate myself for that. Why do I have to actually be a monster? Like everyone believes?

Even my parents thought I was somewhat a monster, though they still loved me. Shame fills me at the thought of my parents. They were supposed to live longer than they did. They died, saving me. I remember that day like it was yesterday, even though it was a couple hundred years ago. 

They died when I was 30 years old, yes that would make me an adult. But since I am a witch, vampire, demon, and werewolf all in one, I will live longer than any other creature. I am 487 years old and will live much longer. My parents were almost 100 when they died.

My Mother was a hybrid, like me, but I am more powerful. She was half werewolf, half witch and my Father was a vampire. That's why my vampire self is more dominate. They died hiding me from hunters coming for us. Since my Mother and I are both hybrids, well, sort of, we were both very valuable and dangerous.

My Mother told me once that I am more than a hybrid, and even a tribrid. I am something that shouldn't even exist, that's not possible. There is no name for what I am.

My eyes prick with tears at the thought of my parents. I shouldn't have left them, I shouldn't have let them leave me. They distracted the hunters and ran away, the hunters following them. But they never came back for me. I have been traveling and in hiding ever since. And believe me, running for 457 years is a very long time to be alone. But if it is what will hide me, and so that I don't do anything bad, then I will continue to do it. Nothing will stop me. Or so I thought.

Mundra whines in my head to be let out. I could probably use more outside time, it wouldn't hurt, right? I cave and open the wall back up to outside. The sun is slowly sinking below the trees. I have a couple hours of daylight left.

I walk over to the shelter of the trees before shifting. I land on four paws and shake out my fur, my eyes turning yellow. All of my selves connect in different way with each other. Her fur is the same color as my hair. Dark red, which fades to black. It's natural, don't ask me how.

My canines sharpen more than a normal werewolf's because of my vampire fangs. We take off running, weaving through the trees. The cool breeze seems to calm all of us, and we breath in the scents in the air. The air smells of moss, small animals, clean air, and elk.

I'm surprised that a herd of elk is this close, they are usually farther out this late in the day. Mundra takes over and slinks through the undergrowth, spotting three elk munching on the tall grass. She leaps and latches her sharp teeth onto the elk's neck, snapping it. I mentally roll my eyes, of course she snaps it.

My sharp werewolf-vampire teeth sink into the flesh and Sheela drinks eagerly at the fresh blood. That should be enough blood for today, I think. Mundra eats the raw, meaty parts of the elk then leaves it. She lets me know that they are all satisfied with the blood they got and I shift back to my human form. Though I can't really call it that.

There is not a single human part of me, I might look human, but I'm not. This is really my witch form. Witches look human, but they aren't because of their magic.

Using my vampire speed I once again run through the trees. I leap into the air and grab onto a branch. My body swings up and nimbly lands on top of it. I sigh and lean against the trunk, content. This is the best part about living in the forest. I get to roam through the trees and relax. I love to chill in a tree when I get the chance.

My eyes close of their own accord and I listen the life around me. I ignore Kali, she wants to destroy the life we hear. But I always try my best to push her away. This is routine. I could spend the rest of my life like this, just me, Mundra, Sheela, Kali, and my witch. Since my normal looking form is my witch then her name is my name. Adaline. My name is Adaline.