When my sister and I were 16, we moved to Forks so our mother could travel around the world with her new husband. Needless to say, the first thing my sister and I did was meet a family of vampires. My sister had married one, then when her real mate came along, she divorced him and went with her real mate, got married in Las Vegas, and sent me a post card. She left me with the coven of vampires, along with her ex-husband who always had a thing for me. Needless to say, my father was drained of his blood and I was raped by her ex-husband. On the day I was supposed to marry him (by force), Bella and her mate came back for me, with the Volturi, a coven of vampires that are basically the rulers of the vampire world. They told the Cullens, the vampire coven I lived with, that I was to be set free, and they were to be punished. They were all sent to the dungeons, and I was told that if I never needed anything to ask since the King's had a thing for me. #They-are-my-mates I gave them hugs goodbye and promised to return soon after they turned me and found out that I was a metahuman. I was sent to Gotham City where all metahuman live to find my metahuman mate. I found him easily. He was killing people. Ah the lovely smell of blood and death. I should make a perfume that smells like that. I follow him to a club and over hear that his name is Mr. J, or The Joker. I stop at the entrance to to club. That is where my story starts.