• To you, probably, the night is just something that everyone fears. But even in pure darkness, there’s always light. I should know; I practically live in the shadows. I’m Vivian Parker, age fifteen and this is my story. When growing up in a conjoint family, life can be tough. Between my parents being separated and living with my father and his new girlfriend, I didn’t care. However, having to provide for myself because of that she-devil really pisses me off. Him waiting on her hand and foot all the time really freaks me out. You would think she got him under a spell with the way they acted towards each other. As a matter of fact, she does……sort of. She’s a siren, and boy did I hate it. And what makes the matter worse, he was human so you would find myself out of the house often, wondering the streets. And another thing, I’m a demon on my mom’s side of the family. The only thing that sucks about it was that I was the only half demon in the family. All my brothers and sisters are full demons and they loved to brag about it. My mom said it signified I was special like a cherry blossom. You never know when it would bloom and to have patience. But patience isn’t my cup of tea, so to speak. So anyway back to my story……
    It was close to ten when I decided that my dad and she needed some privacy (if you know what that means). The streets were quieter than the mayhem going on Henry Drive. Each ally I passed by were filled with either drunks or garbage cans, but knowing me, they’re all the same. After a few blocks I made it to my favorite spot. It was an abandon apartment building that almost no one goes into due to them thinking that it was haunted. It was condemned to be torn down, but they never showed up. As I towards the building I could see that someone boarded the doors again. No matter. I could still enter. After all, they don’t call me queen of the shadows for nothing.