Prologue

"My tears fall down like razor blades and no, I'm not the one to blame. Is it you or is it me? And all the words we never say come out and we're all ashamed." I sing in a sad ridden voice. The trees leaves all start to drupe down, and just hang there. It's like the trees in the forest are sad, like I am, even the tiny waterfall beside me slows to a sad tempo.

But that's not the case, I have an 'ability' you can call it, like all the others of my kind. But mine is 'special', or so they tell me. I can manipulate things around me with my singing, and I sing songs to my mood. No one has ever had this 'ability' like I do. Sure, Vampires have powers and all. We all do, but they have powers over the elements, like earth-wind-fire-and air. Everyone says I have the power of something called 'Spirit'.

Supposedly Spirit is everything-as in earth, wind, fire, and air, but I can supposedly bring things back to life or kill them too. Our powers are attached to our moods, and I guess I get through my feelings by singing. Everyone else just has to do something like wave their hand or squint the eye, or even snap-but no, not me. I have to sing, I am compelled to sing actually. I can't help it, if I get too overwhelmed with emotion I CAN'T help but sing.

Since I have found I have this 'affinity' for Spirit, I have been coming here-to this little waterfall in the forest-to sing out my emotions. Even on the day of my birth I sang-instead of crying. Well, I hummed really, but with my mouth open and tears fell from my dark blue eyes. My mother always tells me that that is why she named me Serenata, which is Spanish for Serenade. She tells me that when I started to hum the plants in the room shot straight up, instead of hanging around in an unorganized fashion. I even influenced the people in the room out of their tired and dead-like selves to alive and fully awake. Everything just came alive, and vibrant.

I continue my singing of 'It's not over' by Secondhand Serenade. The band name is merely but a coincidence. "It's not over. It's not over, it's never over, unless you let it take you, it's not over, it's never over, it's not over, unless you let it break you. It's not over." I leave the last note hanging in the air, the plants and waterfall come back from the sadness to go on to determination it seems. The waterfall's becoming more pronounced than ever. I guess I put a little too much emotion into the ending of the song. But hey, I guess the song was speaking to me, I mean I shouldn't give up on myself because of what my horrid boxing trainer says to me. So like the song says…It's not over, unless I let his words break me.

Yeah, I do want to be able to defend myself-without it having to be a man coming to my rescue, I mean I would find that embarrassing. But boy am I determined to show that bastard how determined I can fucking be! He's so lucky I have learnt how to control myself, otherwise I would have sung a song of pain and misery, and that would cause him just that. Or I could have had my dad fire his ass-but I am going to show him up! So if I fire him…well showing him up would be out of the question!

Well, I guess I should get to telling you all about myself.

My name is Serenata Bellalyse (bay-ya-lies) Iris. I have straight honey brown hair, dark blue eyes, light Mexican toned skin, and about five foot five inches. My father and mother are of wealthy class. We are nobles to the Royal family. I have an older brother named Valor who is twenty-two years old and an older sister named Providencia, she is the oldest at twenty-four years old and I am eighteen years old. So I guess I am the baby.

I am very close to my older brother-I personally think my sister is a hag straight from hell, though. She is a total bitch! Good thing she's already married and has moved out. But getting married made her more of a bitch though, see she got married to the princes' cousin. She claims she loves him, but I think she really loves the power he holds. I do believe he loves her though, I mean why else would he put up with all of her shit? My brother has yet to marry, and I haven't also. *Yay, for us!* Now on to our last names…we usually take the last names of the flowers in the human world. It's just so we can identify ourselves to others from our realm-the Night World, and it's sort of a tradition.

Our realm, Night World is made up of many 'Creatures'. Vampires, Lycanthropes, faeries (those hateful and evil little things!), trolls, demons, angels (fallen and non-fallen), you name it! I think we even have a colony of mermaids here as well! Now is time to clear up the murky sea salt water!

Okay, now Vampires have any tone of skin they inherit from their genetic make-up, so they get their tone of skin from their parents. Yes, we do have powers. No, they are not all the types of powers HUMANS say we have. MOST of the time we have an affinity for the four elements. Now I say most because I have an affinity for all of them, so that means I have five when there really should only be four. We do have speed and strength though, that is one of the only truths to what humans say. But we are just about two times faster than the average human; we don't run at the speed of light. We don't have to necessarily work out either; we just have amazing strength either way. But if we do exercise and use our muscles we get stronger.

But girls using their strength and enhancing it is still improper even in our realm. That's why my mother is so against me learning how to fight, but since my dad is the man of the house he gets to make the rules; and I am his daddy's girl, so I just had to do five minutes of begging him to let me get a trainer. It was a miracle! My mom was yelling at him from one side and I was begging and pleading him not to listen to her, my pleading worked better! *Hehehe*

Enchantress (chapter 1.)

"SERENATA, where the hell have you been?" Valor yells in my face, worry is subsiding from his face and being taken over by anger. I guess I was gone a long time, but I'm back home now, in my room, and Valor is jumping up from sitting on my bed.

It's just that when I get into one of my moods that can be harmful I go to my little spot in the forest. No one knows where I go, but they know I do go somewhere when I am in a dangerous mood. The waterfall spot is pretty far back into the forest. But it's worth having to travel far to get to it.

It's so beautiful there, the small little waterfall, so silent when I am calm or when I have finished singing. The grassy area that surrounds it, and the amazing flowers that bloom. The trees are even amazing. They all have some sort of character to me, you know? And it might seem bad to go and destroy the forest when I am in a mood, but I always sing a light and peaceful song when I am calmed and collected. I mean, I wouldn't have a place to go vent my songs if I didn't bring them back to life, now would I?

"I went to go sing!" I said happily, with a genuine smile on my face.

Valor looks taken back and surprised. It's like he's remembering that time before. He's still pretty spooked about it. "What happened?" he asked me once he snapped out of it. Knowing that if I was in a good mood that I would have just sang where I was and let things blossom or lighten.

"Well Lance was teasing me. Saying how I am nothing but a girl and will amount to nothing in the end, that I am just wasting my time and his. And then he started comparing me to you, saying I will never fight even one thousandth as well as you. He knows how much I want to be able to fight like you, so he told me that. So I got pissed at first, but I held in. Until I got to my spot, and when I got there, I was just sad that he would even do that." I explained to him, he knows how much an ass Lance (the jack-ass trainer I have) is, he's Valor's trainer also. He has trained Valor how to fight since I was born, so he has trained my brother for eighteen years.

Valor's face became angry, and after a few seconds it became apologetic. Yeah, he knows how much an ass Lance can be. And he's extremely protective of me, his baby sister. Ugh! Hmm…oh well. I guess I am used to it. "I'm sorry he keeps putting you down like that. He's just still not used to the fact of a girl fighting, or even training. He'll come around soon." He pulled me into a huge bone breaking hug.

"It's been six years, Valor! How long does the man need to get used to a girl training? I mean, I understood his behavior the first few years, but now it's just getting ridiculous!" I practically thundered.

Valor's eyes widened as he recognized my mood. He gripped my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, trying to calm me, knowing he has to calm me. "Hey, it's okay. Calm down and breathe. Everything's fine, I'll talk to Lance if you want me to. Just calm down. It will be fine."

I started to calm, understanding the worry and panic in his tone, underlined with somewhat of reassurance. "I'm sorry, Valor. I…I didn't mean to let it get a hold of me." I said as I cried in his arms. He is truly the best big brother in the whole solar system!

"Shhh. It's alright. Just breathe. Think of a calm song, and let it rip. Shhh, it's okay."

After a few minutes of trying to remember a calming song I found one. "These are the songs, these are my heart songs. They never feel wrongs, and when I wake for goodness sake, these are the songs I keep singing." I sing just the chorus alone, and repeat it three times, which lightens my mood from my cloudy sadness.

Valor is so captured by my voice. Every time someone hears my voice it's like they get pulled into another dimension. And I won't lie to you; it's my voice that does that, it's what you might call enchanting. That's why some (some, not all) people call me 'Enchantress'. My voice is heavenly, as people describe to me. But I don't think it is, I know I have a beautiful voice but I don't think it's so heavenly.

Valor has his own few ways of using my nickname. "You were just about to go all evil enchantress over here, and then in a matter of seconds you're all peachy. You're like bipolar or something, I swear!" my brother says as he swiftly leaves the room.

I giggle. You know he may be right. Hmm… "Hey, wait. Do you think you can talk to Lance like you said you would?" I call out before he leaves the room.

He just turns around slightly to the side, towards me. "Yeah, sure. No problem. I'll just tell him you're just about ready to go bipolar enchantress on his ass." He mutters sarcastically under his breath, trying to make it low enough to where I can't hear it. But I can.