At the moment I first opened my eyes, all I could see was my mother's face of disgust...
"Take this monster away!" I was wailing and crying as my own mother threw me to her maid's hands and they all looked at me with disgust as well.
That was all I could remember when I was born. I was conscious. I remembered everything...
A year passed, I was placed all alone at the mansion's tower. According to the information I gathered from the servants who brought my meals, my mother was the princess of this kingdom. She was sent away because of me. Her chastity was taken from her. And the fruit of it was me...
I can see my mother walking around the garden through the tower's window. She has white hair, porcelain complexion and purple eyes. What I only had was her hair, I had fangs that could cut through steel, pale complexion and blue eyes. Everytime she looked up and look at me, her beautiful smile would turn into a raging and seething anger. I didn't even know why. Until...
One day, a servant threw a book at me and it hit my head. I could feel blood flowing from my hand as I tried to stop it but instead of red, my blood was blue. I looked at the mirror and I saw my flesh slowly patching up the wound as it healed through my reflection. I've always known I wasn't human. Of course, I wasn't treated human. But because I was a monster. My mother gave birth to a monster.
Another year passed, I still haven't learned how to walk. I wasn't taught how to and all I could do was crawl and howl. The books they brought me were full of illustrations of different monsters that existed in the world. From furry men with fangs and claws to serpents with tough scales and wings.
As I was flipping through the pages of these books, a man with a white suit came in and immediately shot my head. I was bleeding, looking at the ceiling as I could see my life flashing before my eyes. I could feel my warm blood gushing from the area where I was shot. And before they could move, a hand emerged from my stomach, and I ripped my dead body open as if I was reborn again. I felt like I was a butterfly, just emerged from its cocoon and then waited for a while to fully spread its wings.
But I'm no butterfly nor a beautiful creature. As I stood up naked in front of them, I can see their faces full of horror. Except for one guy, the man that will turn everything upside down. That will turn my life into a living hell — a butterfly who couldn't get out from its cocoon- no. A butterfly who's forced to rip off from its cocoon again and again and again and again...
"It's the one, Princess Margarita. It's the one!" The man screamed in enjoyment as he filled the room with laughter while the others stared at me with horror.
Margarita? That's my mother's name?
"You are a rare case!" The man slowly approached me as he couldn't look away. "Do you know what happens when a human blood was mixed with a vampire's blood?"
I shook my head as I couldn't understand what he said to me at this time. But all I know was that it's something I shouldn't have known.
"Well, that is your case! A half-ass vampire- no, wait. You don't have the qualities of a dhamp." He grabbed a book from his pocket and flipped through the pages then looked at me in awe again with his jaw dropped.
"Given that the date of your birth was a blue moon, you're the rarest case! A blue vampire!" He grabbed my hand and pulled my towards him as he walked outside the room and downstairs while I struggled to get away from him. I growled and screamed but no one would help me. My world slowed down when I heard their words instead.
"Good thing that doctor will finally get rid of that pest."
We walked past my mother as I tried to get away from this madman dragging me outside.
"Ma... ma!" These were the words that first came out from my mouth. But instead of a mother's loving eyes, all I could see was a face full of anger and disgust.
"You're no child of mine. You're a monster!"
The doctor tied me up and put me inside a sack then went on his way. It was a long travel that I couldn't event track the days that went on while I was inside the sack. Then one day, I heard the doctor calling out for his men to carry me to the catacombs for "autopsy."
I was finally able to get out from the sack but then I was immediately tied up in a bed full of patches and around me were needles. Lights filled every corners of the room, it was huge filled with tanks, syringe and blades. This place was the doctor's "playground," his laboratory.
Days went on and all I could do was scream and growl for help and bled a lot. My days at the tower were better than here. And this went on for years until it turned into a decade, then another decade. I became the doctor's "plaything," a lab rat. I survived even after some gruesome experiments, I kept coming back to life. There was no end. It was limitless. All I could do was scream and curse everything — my mother, this doctor and my life.
This doctor not only tortured my body, he also experimented on me with alchemy.
There was this thing called magic in this world. Every organism gathered mana naturally with their bodies into their core. And that's how magic was born. Aside from torturous and gruesome experiments, he also taught me basic education and sorcery. That's how I learned to create my own magic- no. I learned how to read the complexity of magic, how it's done and the data needed for that magic to be done. Through it, I learned how to nullify the pain in my body. I learned how to talk, write and distinguish things from another.
I used the doctor as my tool to gather knowledge and information about the world while he used my body for his horrendous treatment and experiments. My body could withstand plagues and diseases. My body could corrode but from ashes, I'll still regenerate. Even at subatomic levels, I wouldn't die. But I was still grateful for the knowledge I gathered.
Until one day, I decided to call it quits and blew up the whole place. The news would later talk about the explosion in the catacombs. I later learned I was deep down in Frankenfurt but I continued my journey to the woods. I would attack carriages and travelers and still their items and foods in order to survive. I even celebrated my 16th birthday with raw meats and grains as my feast. I traveled and traveled far away, reached small towns and developing cities. Attacked travelers and mobs to loot and gather more knowledge.
Later, I was known as "The White Disaster."