With my father's last breath I was conceived. I killed my father before I was even a minute in the womb. The doctors said it was a drug overdose, but everyone in my family knew better. He died getting my mother pregnant with a baby girl. He died doing what so many other men in my family had died from since the beginning of time. My mother doesn't blame me, nobody does. They all knew it was going to happen. It happen to every single one of them and it will happen to me someday. I will lose the one I love, to continue my line. I have dreaded growing up, knowing that soon I will have to give up the one thing that means the most to me in the entire world.
I once told my family that I didn't want to grow up and fall in love, just to have him taken away from me. My grandmother told me to get a grip. My great-grandmother told me severely that I would continue the line. My sweet mother just took me in her arms and told me the secret of how to live without the love of your life. She said its hard at first, but it's better to have spent time with that person and have pleasant memories, then to have not spent any time with them and miss out on so many beautiful things. Everyone dies Andromeda, she whispered in my ear. You just have to make the best of the time you have with them, so that you have something to remember them by. She ran her hands through my hair, and it always helps to have a child to remember them by, then she rocked me to sleep.
Knowing that no one blamed me for the death of my father didn't help with the guilt that has become an extra burden I carry around every day. I still ache for a fatherly figure in my life even though I am seventeen years old. I have always ache for one every since I found out I was different. I wasn't allowed to go to public schools, instead I had private tutors. I got my diploma by the time I was thirteen. Then I was thrust into a training academy, where the honed my natural skills into a deadly weapon. At fourteen I was thrown out in a world I had little contact with my entire life. I had only two things to help me get by, myself and Maximus. My new second-in-command. We were told to go out and find people that had special abilities like us. They told us to pick wisely for this was going to be our new team. As we found teammates in schools across America, a need I had never encounter slowly ignited deep within the pit of my stomach. As we gathered up our rag-tag team of fifteen, we returned home to start their training. I told my family of the strange feeling. My mother looked worried, but everyone else looked gleefully. I soon knew what the cravings I was feeling were for. I turned to Maximus to confess everything I had been hiding.
"What are you, I've always wondered? I could never figure it out though." He said when I was done.
"Are you sure you really want to know?" I asked him softly. I had never told anyone outside my family what I was. It disgusted me to know what I would have to do someday.
"Yeah, of course I do." he said taking my hand in his, "Can't be any worse than being a vampire."
"It is so much worse than being a vampire, Max." He squeezed my hand in silent encouragement.
"I'm … I'm a … a Siren." A stuttered softly.