Dust danced on the air as the book was slammed closed. They couldn't mention anything worth while, they all remarked on the thankful and the volunteers. Unreasonable wasn't in their nature, they were expendable and they accepted that.
Everything started off with the few who broke off from main families, the free-thinkers as they thought themselves to believe. It was a experiment in life, or so they said. It was an idea that pulled those that were the "strange" and different in the human communities. Mortals and servants of older beings joined with them in a created town, isolated from others, and self-suffient inside their own walls. It was to be a merger of lives, the twilight of existance.
Volunteers became the center of another kind of attention from these two older races. These mortals became Hosts to something that changed their lives more than what was expected. The first Legacies were lost, time will do that, so it's unknown just how things came about. All that is known is what became of the children. The first volunteers held within them the merger of angel and vampire, symbiotes connected inside their being. Natures changed as well as characteristics. Eventually a true life came from this frozen cell and the symbiote step was faded out of exsistence. Now the merger is in the blood and soul, it occurs naturally.
There aren't many left from that age. The elders that first came up with the ideals merged back into their original lives. The merger inside the mortals began taking its time and eventually it was thought that it was a failed experiment and the cause was abandoned. The children of the original volunteers were taken into the services like the other mortals to help keep the word quiet. As with everything, things slipped through the cracks.
Like me.
The whole "coming of age" bit was different for me. It was then that things started awakening. Yes, like in all other adolecents, I know. But the things in me don't awaken in them. Senses heightened, and not in the whole werewolf and vampire way shown in Hollywood. Souls started "showing" themselves more to me. I became more aware of the emotions and energies that those around me gave off, even if they were trying to hide it. Over time, I figured something out, my body forced me to figure out. I became increasingly weaker until I learned how to tap into those energies and emotions coming from people.
Now, I feed from them. But it's not all that easy. In retaliation for having to leech from other people's emotions, I get spiked. On bad days, my worst mood doubles. I find myself seeking the seclusion of quiet spots more and more. Eventually, I feel, that I won't be able to feel anything on my own anymore and my life will become that of those around me.
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