So you finally made it around to my side of the family, huh? Most people get distracted by my little sister, Kyleigh. Given, she's radiant and outgoing, but we didn't know each other until just recently. I'll start back at the beginning, maybe that will clear things up a bit.
I was born into darkness, a true child of the night. My mother paired and briefly mated with another of her species. I don't understand the whole logistics of the matter, only I know I was born without a heartbeat. Again, the logic of the whole thing escapes me. But impossibly enough, I grew and developed into the woman you see now. Given it was a lot different than any normal childhood. I never met my father, my sire I suppose. He wasn't part of the picture. My mother raised me as best she could given the circumstances. By now I'm sure you know that I'm a vampire, or some form of one. I can't stand daylight.
Being a child and not being able to go out and play with others my age was crushing to say the least. My mother always tried to find ways to occupy my time, to give me good company. She was a close friend, dearly loved. She made sure I had the best schooling we could manage. She hired several retired teachers who were willing to teach me at night and I received an outstanding education in those backward means. The only downside of course, would be my lack of companionship. Looking back in it now, I know it explains why I tend to be so shy and introverted.
There was always the company of others of my race. But I never enjoyed it. First, most of them were much older and second, we rarely shared common interests. From a young aged I learned to abhor what I was and all that came along with it. That didn't sit well with my mother, but I suppose she understood. It certainly alienated me from others like me.
So I replaced relationships and friends with my books and studies. I was naturally adept at math and the sciences and my mother was constantly forced to replace my tutors with ones of higher education. I was learning from college professors by the time I was of high school age. What can I say? I had a lot of time on my hands. The more absorbed I became in my studies, the more distant my mother and I became. It seemed like she was spending a lot more time away from our home. I was right.
When I turned eighteen and was ready to start college, my mother left to marry some mortal man. I don't know the whole story to that. I wish I did. I know they were very much in love, to the point they worked around their differences. I almost envy them.
So my mother went off to be with her new husband and I moved on to college. Given it was difficult to only take night classes and it took me much longer to get through the programs than I would have liked, but sacrifices had to be made due to the poison of my blood. My undergraduate degree was pre-med and chemistry. I'm a science freak, what can I say.
Finishing my medical degree proved difficult as well. I couldn't have people noticing my strange behaviors and tendencies. But carefulness and leading a life of seclusion allowed me to finish my MD and even continue on into training in general surgery. I quickly distinguished myself as an outstanding emergency surgeon and since then I've been on call to all of the local ERs.
My free time I spend in researching the oddities of what I am. I've tried to break down the DNA in my blood and find a source for vampirism. It has so many unique qualities... That I'm not going to go into here, I might bore you all to death. I believe that there might be a way to cure it, much like a virus or any other disease. It shares so many similar properties with other deadly viruses. Okay, I'm done. If my research comes to any dramatic conclusions, I'll let you know. Until then, I'll keep the boring theories to myself.
My research was given an unexpected jumpstart recently, when I was called in to operate on a stabbing victim. It was odd, I'd heard rumors that my mother had a second child in her marriage to her human husband. I didn't really believe them. Bored vampires will say just about anything. I got the proof I needed though, stretched out on an operating table and bleeding to death. The woman there had my mother's eyes and her hair, there was no mistaking the familiar curve of her jaw line either. The woman on the table could only be my mother's daughter. (I however got my father's looks in dark hair and light eyes, something my mother teased me about when I was younger). I was almost too shocked to do my job.
But I managed and helped a sister I'd never known live to see morning. I'm not sure at what cost. Her body was already showing some of the ravages of the disease I believe vampirism to be. And taking samples of her mixed blood and living tissue have given me new fuel to find answers. Answers I have to find now, before time runs out entirely. I thought I'd lost all of my family and I'm not going to find part only to lose it again...
