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My name is Amabel. I was difficult child in my childhood. Besides my mother was hereditary witch, still I was wild fantasy. Mom's in the youth with the men not lucky. I start from my father. He was simple mechanic, and how my mom said he was sexy-boy. They met briefly, because my mother managed to get pregnant. She got pregnant with me. Mother's relatives were against and insisted on an abortion. But father's relatives weren't against abortion. Father's mom said: «If God gave the child - is sacred! » For that I am grateful for her. Thanks for my grandmother, I live in this world. Now then! We held in a hurry not lavish wedding. At first before I was born, we lived father's relatives, because mother's relatives disowned us. They were afraid of the publicity of their abilities and they moved other country. They always said for my mom: «How do you explain all, if your child inherits your side? » Mama just shrugged her shoulders and anything intelligible couldn't explain or simply doesn't want. She was seventeen and she was love. Everything seems to have been in their places. I was born. Dad opened his workshop. I stayed with my grandmother and my mother received in the college. We were happy on that moment. Sometimes even my grandmother-witch phoned for us and interested how we're faring?

I was three years. Mom comes home from work, I play on the floor with the building kit, and the grandmother is near the bruise on his head. What happened to my grandmother, no one could understand. They called an ambulance, but she didn't live to ambulance. Mom and I suspect a lot of time trying to question, but do demand a lot from the three year old child? My Dad asked me, I always told him a fantastic story about flying toys, which flew to the grandmother and hit her on the head. Dad didn't take it seriously, but Mom already knew at that moment that I inherited her side. And my grandmother wasn't killed my toys, I killed her. Grandma, I'm sorry! So unfair - because of you I was born, and thanks to me you weren't longer with us.

About one year later my mother quarrels with my father. Apparently, I didn't like the tone of my father and mother in front of his eyes caught him flying pan. What he saw no logical explanation was supplied. Mom had to tell everything to my father. Now Dad knew where it came from abrasion at the grandmother on the head. He just quietly packed up and left. My mother and I were left alone. My mother wept and worried, but came to the witch-grandmother and took us in Charleston, Virginia. In vain I call her! I love my grandmother and I am say this: she's my best friend.

May be are you ask me, what about my mom? Where did my mother? Grandmother said: "She was a slut, so she'll die in a ditch!" Of course, she don't want it, she loves her. Mom took out the moral teachings of my grandmother and she moved away from us. She is a desperate romantic. Probably she is in search of her love. I don't blame her for that. After all, she just wants to be happy. We sometimes correspond on the Internet. The fact that I was a difficult child meant that childhood was also not quite ordinary. Grandma taught to control and control magic. And from the age of six I was friends with the next boy, although my grandmother didn't approve of it and sometimes forbade it.

"Look, do not fall in love with Tom's scoundrel," - I was disappointed that she called him a scoundrel.

"And here love? Why cannot you just talk to him? Grandma, we're just friends!"

"You will understand when you grow up!" – I hate this phrase!

At first I could not understand why? But, as they say, what is more forbidden and then we always do it. And when Tom was fourteen, he grew up and I accidentally witnessed his first turning into a werewolf. I certainly rushed to the grandmother, and in response I heard:

"And I warned you!" - But it was too late.

The friendship didn't end there. I was in love with Tom. Like everyone, I dreamed of a prince, but I got a wolf. In addition we met, still we were friends. I shared my secret with him, of course, in secret from the grandmother. We shared each other with absolutely everything. We shared to the secrets and dark fantasies of his sinful soul.

At seventeen we enrolled in college. We lived in a hostel, though separately, but we saw each other every day. He found his relatives there. True, I didn't find mine, but I had a great friend, Emma. She somehow saw flying objects around the room at night, and wasn't at all scared. Since then we are friends. True, there was a small crack in our friendship, but we patched it up.

Emma became pregnant with Tom. And, as they explained to me together, that this happened by chance, by drunk. And it was a full moon, and Tom needed an adrenaline rush. Then Emma was near with Tom. And where was I then? This isn't important, because my heart was broken. For a long time I could not come to myself from such betrayal, even from two sides. Even I was ready to forgive Tom his weakness for a woman's skirt, if not for Emma's pregnancy.

I found the strength to live on, and not to put a cross on our friendship. After all, now only we three know about each other almost everything! We are twenty-two, we are still college students! I'm a witch, Tom a wolf, Emma - pregnant!

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