Ok so today, well technically tomorrow (in 6 minutes) is my 17th birthday. My sister Loraine is already collecting money from the pool that's going on concerning my immortality. The majority of the 300 + are going for vamp, next is witch, then is lycan. My Uncle Matt threw human in there as a horrid gag bet. Personally I pray I don't come out a noob, which I'm expecting. I mean my birthday is the first of its kind. Every teen knows what kind of immortal they are going to become before they ascend. (Special in a witch's case, yes you come out born of Wiccan blood, but you can be classified as a noob, trainee, wizard, or witch. Witch being the highest ranking. These titles define your skill.) If you have vamp parents you're a vamp, lycan parent = lycan child, and so the story goes. By the way, there is never a mix of breeds, which only results in the immediate death of the baby.

Well unfortunately I don't get the comfort of knowing anything.

You see my parent's ditched me in the back of an immortal club owned by my current parents (Natalie and Marques Bolivantic). They practically own every immortal establishment...in most of the world. Well they found me, 2 months old equipped with a birth certificate and blanket. They took me in, raised me as their own, and put me into Bolivantic Academy. Mom (Natalie) had Loraine 2 months after they found me. She's a little ticked that I'm treated as if I were her real sister. I mean mom and dad even call me their first born...well anyways back to my b-day.

"Happy Birthday dear Rayne, happy birthday to you!" everyone chanted.

It was 3 minutes until October 18th 2017. I could barely contain myself. Lance, my lycan boyfriend, was squeezing my shoulder so tightly I was close to tears. Deep down I knew he wanted me to be lycan, even though he said he'd be fine with whatever I became. I mean if I wasn't a lycan that meant no kids, not that I'm considering kids ANY time soon, but society is a little tougher on immortals of different kinds getting involved...I mean they know they can't have kids, just let them be.

Well back to me...I could see mom with her fingers crossed. She wanted for me to be a vamp so badly. She really didn't want to break the line we had going here. Dad was in the back probably talking to a potential client or something...I'm not sure what my parents do...they just do what "rulers" do I guess.

"10, 9, 8," they all started counting down to 12 am. "7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, ONE..." (HAPPY NEW YEAR...I thought.) Something should've been happening by now...anything! Oh my dear son of Lucifer maybe I was worse than a noob...everyone stared at me, waiting for something. I took a deep breath and they all held theirs...then suddenly it must've dawned on them as their looks of anticipation turned to horror...

Looks like my Uncle Matt will be taking home over 8 grand.

I was human...