The story of Victoria Hale

Well were do i start, well maybe the beginning might help well my name Victoria Luna Hale yeah i know bit of a weird ass name but hey its not like i had any choice in the matter anyway everyone knows the story of the originals the first family or the first vampires which ever you prefer Well yo see i bet you didn't know that I've been around just as long as the originals yeah maybe i was a few years younger than them when i was turned by the witch b***h they like to call mother   anyway going off topic you see i was born a witch the same as my mother and older sister and yeah unfortunately the same as the witch b***h (insert eye roll here)  when my coven had found out what Esther the with b***h ( i really like that name ) had gone against the order of nature my coven set out to stop her from doing anything else and yeah as you've probably guessed it s**t went sideways Esther killed most of the coven yes including my mother and older sister and was using the other witches to harness their magic and not to brag or anyhing but i might of been one of the youghest but i was pretty strong and i was pissed at what she had done to my coven  when i tryed to fight agaisnt her she pined me to the wall like what the hell was i ment to do againt her when she was chanling six other witches but she said she had always liked me because i had what the kids these days call it spunk and i wasnt afraid to fight when the time called for it  so she said insted of killing me too she was going to give me a gift you turns out that the she wanted to give me was to turn me too (yeah thanks love) anyway what esther did not expect that when i turned that i still had my magic even though it was ment to be impossible for me to be a vampire and still have my magic so she ran (bloody coward) and left the other six witches to die suffering  so i promised to end their suffering and to wish for them to find peace on the other side and as a gift or for protection i don't know but they transferred their magic to me and holy s**t did it feel weird at first but damn was i powerful once i had learned how to control that much magic sometimes i didn't need to say the incantation at loud i just had to say it in my head or think what i want the magic to do and 'boom' it would work  anyway lets get back to the story by the time i made it back to my village i was burned to the ground and there was bodies lying everywhere so i ran through the town to my home and when i got there i stopped dead in my tracks the site made my insides turn  my father was hanging from the rafters my two older brothers were pined to the wall by their own swords and my younger brother was lying in a pool of his own blood and the site of all the blood was making me go crazy and i was pissed wait no i was furious i had no one left all of my family had been killed within the span of a week   all because of the witch b***h i could feel the blood in my veins start to boil and my skin felt as if it was on fire then nothing i didn't care anymore i didn't feel anything so i left  for years i was savage going from village to village terrorizing and killing not just as a vampire but also as a witch and i noticed that i wasn't the only thing changing my magic was too  for example i could burn a village or a building down within minutes and the fire i was conjuring was no normal fire like i used to but no i was conjuring hell fire like f*****g hell fire and in all of history there was never been a witch strong enough to conjure hell fire never mind control it well guess what i do bitches  anyway after a few thousand years of terror and havoc i was now known as the diablo de sangre (blood devil) because i used to leave the 'devil' in the victims blood (ahhh good times) but i got board real fast and not having my emotions for so long i had given up all hope (not that i gave a s**t in the first place) that i would get them back because what was the point i had no one and nothing but one night in the sixties in New Orleans changed that for better or worse i didn't know