I guess I could call this a diary...no no, definitely not that. More of a journal. But today, my life changed completely without my permission.
I am no longer alive.
June 24th, 2019 my neck was snapped by Andrew Mikaelson. I woke up later on, remembering when Luna had fed me her blood after I was attacked by a gang of vampires mistaking me for Andrew Mikaelson.
I was just beginning to use my magic, intrigued by the mysterious wonders I could do. But now that's gone.
With becoming a vampire, I killed someone, triggering my werewolf gene. I planned on one day triggering it to be apart of my true pack, but now, I didn't get the choice. I don't mind being this new beautiful creature, but it wasn't my time.
This new life as a hybrid, it's different and scary. What do I tell my father? "Oh hey dad, so in these last few days I became a witch, werewolf, and now vampire."
I can barely control myself from the blood lust. I can hear people's heart beats from a mile away and it's destroying me. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I can't help it.