• I woke in for posted bed; the only light was coming from the glowing ambers of the fire. All I remember was the trucks headlights coming towards me. I remember someone pulling from the twist metal of my car and feeling really cold, then blacking out and waking up in this strange yet romance room. The room had polished board floors, the curtains that hang from the windows were blood red velvet. Near the fireplace was a small red cedar coffee table with two red velvet 18th century chairs you would find in a castle. On one of the walls was a huge bookcase filled with hundreds of old books. Off to the right of the bed was a large bathroom, and lead to the bathroom was a huge walk in wardrobe with many articles of clothing. At the far end of the room was a desk with stationary and some blood red roses on it. I was feeling quite cold so I got up out of the bed to warm myself the fire. I felt so cold “I’m I dead” I thought to myself. Then I saw myself in the mirror, my once dark brown hair was now jet black, my once blue eyes were now a deep violet and on my neck was to little puncher marks. In all my years as a witch, I had heard about vampires but never met one, and now I believed I was one. “This can’t happen to me, I can’t be a vampire. I’m supposed to be otherworldly being like my ancestors. This is crazy I have become my worst fear a demon. I’ve spent my life fighting them.” That’s when to big wooden door opened behide me I went straight into defense mode. A woman my age walked in. She had the same angelic features like me the jet-black hair and the deepest blue eyes I had seen; she moved with such grace and was very regal.
    “Don’t be afraid Enigma my name is Mirage. My brother Jett found you and pulled you from the wreak that was your car. He bought you to our estate. I see the transformation has worked.”
    “You made me into a demon.” I yelled.
    “No! Jett did, it was by your choice Enigma, We the Rotham clan only change those who do it by their own will. We don’t hunt humans we protect them especially those with magic abilities.”
    “Witches you mean” Mirage nodded her head. I could sense that she didn’t want to harm me, she was there to help me to deal with my new circumstances.
    “Why would the otherworldly beings let this happen I am a Worthington witch for god sake! I had saved to world from apocalypse several times over with Charlie and Lily.”
    “You are a Worthington witch?”
    “Yes I just said that. I am the most powerful the first born of the sisters three.”
    “Well that’s an interesting development; you might the second coming of our queen. But enough of that we must get you dressed and fed we don’t want you to give into your bloodlust and kill many mortals.”
    “Rotham why do I know that name?”
    “The first witch in your family tree was a Rotham, Marina was her name, and she was married to Lord Fitzwilliam Rotham. She later became Enigma after a mysterious illness killed her. She was the first of our kind.”
    “So you are telling me my great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother was the Queen of the Vampires! Now I’m a vampire.”
    “Yes now let’s get some blood into you.”
    After Mirage helped me dress she lead through the mansion to the kitchen. On the way to the kitchen many vampires stopped what they were doing has I stared at me while I walked passed them.
    “Mirage why is everyone staring at me?”
    “They believe you are there queen, you are the complete embodiment of her. I had a vision of you returning some years ago so did many other seers and oracles did to. My family has been protecting you from a distance since you were born.”
    “You knew I would be on that road.”
    “I did Enigma, but my visions are warnings they don’t show me the conclusions.”
    We had reached to the kitchen on the bench were two glasses of warm blood. “Enigma you must drink it. It is animal blood not human. Animal blood keeps strong. Not has well as human blood though. This is how we have survived so long without the human and demons knowing who we are. If you don’t drink you will grow weak and we cannot allowed that. An evil is coming and we need your unique abilities to save humans and good magic.”
    “I’m not going to drink that Mirage it is blood.”
    “Well I can’t let you kill any mortals, if you won’t drink it; you’ll have to drink from me. Trust me Enigma that is alot harder drinking from me.”
    “Hell No! I do not want to drink from you. I don’t want to kill any humans either.” So I rose to glass to my lips. The smell of the blood was intoxicating; I could feel the bloodlust rising from inside me. It was a darkness, and a power the scared me. It wasn’t long and my fangs had appeared. I drank the glass of blood as it rolled down my throat I could feel the strength and power within me. The power pumped through my veins. I felt powerful and unbeatable.
    “Now that will take some getting used to. When will I meet Jett Mirage?”
    “He is with the council at the moment trying to work out what this evil that is waking from its slumber. However, no one not even in the magical world knows what this evil is. There is no record of it anywhere. We were, are hoping now that you have woken that you might know what it is, because you well, Enigma knows what it is, because you fought it 200 years ago. You weaken it but at the same time, it killed you, the most powerful vampire witch among both the magical and human world. I think you will see him tonight.”
    “Me! A newborn vampire, I have most of the clan history passed to me when Jett bit me but I have no knowledge of Enigma’s, my memories. I don’t even think I am your queen Mirage, but I do know you are my sister who once was Maria and Jett is my sire and in my passed life as Marina my husband Fitzwilliam. But I have no memory has Enigma.”
    “Enigma I can’t help you there either alot of our clan history was lost during the vampire wars. Nevertheless, you are right about me I was your best friend when we were both human and then you became my sister when you married my brother Fitzwilliam in the late 17th century. Then when you were taken from us at just 26 by that mysterious illness and somehow all of us woke up as vampires. You the first and one of a kind.”
    “This is intense I can still sense my sister witches is that normal?”
    “Like I said Enigma it could be normal for you because you are one of a kind.”
    So I had become a vampire I still didn’t understand why. I had been saved by the otherworldly beings. Why had they chosen this method of saving? I was to live forever as a vampire, a damned soul, a demon. I would drink blood to survive; I would never be able to eat mortal food again or even associate with humans again but protect them. To top that off I still could sense the pain of my mortal family that they had lost me forever. I still had all my powers that I had as a witch but somehow in the course of the transformation from witch to vampire they where enhance, more powerful. With this power came the darkness inside me that could at any minute turn me into the blood lusting vampire I feared the most.