There's never been a childhood like mine. When you grow up as part of a shadowy family that has ties to most fights to the death, and more recently the UFC, you learn some things about intrigue and a whole lot of fighting.
Not that fights in my household were typical. When exposing your anger only makes your sparring partner stronger you find disciplining yourself essential. Being the youngest sibling and the only one with a human father, red headed step-child doesn't do it justice. Oh yeah, the not human part... Didn't I mention that my family is one of the minor households in the White Court of Vampires. Yeah, I know what you're thinking: blood, undead, lords of darkness.... not so much. The White Court is the "least" of the vampire courts. We don't drink blood, we feed on emotions. Oh it can still be fatal, but much less messy.
But all my childhood gave me was determination. A will to overcome anyone trying to hold me in place. A fierce desire to bring them under my control and let them combust, sometimes literally. There are some who have their hooks in me, but I'm just biding my time. I will have them, and I will see them impaled on their own swords.
