Well, here it is!

A HUUUUGE thanks to my beta, texas-sky87. She's the best ever.

Enjoy!

"In a world where one kingdom has been divided into two. Two of the undead from both halves shall meet and become one. They will end the division, bringing peace to both lands. And in death, they shall be reborn."

As spoken by Sybil on this date of September 13th, 1512

Many millennia ago, when our world was ruled by the powerful Greek Gods, our kind was created.

The great Goddess Lamia, daughter of King Belus of Egypt and granddaughter of the great Poseidon, committed acts of which none knew the result. Ancient scrolls tell of the Lamia's secret affair with Zeus, which when exposed led Hera to wreak havoc upon the Goddess in the most merciful means possible. Having her spawn murdered by Hera's hands set off her own rage, forcing her to devour other children. Though Zeus had given her the ability to remove her eyes, said to have been for the purpose of appeasing Lamia in her grief over the loss of her offspring, the blood of the innocent flowing through the Goddess had not yet been eliminated. Rather, the blood had turned the Goddess into someone else. Something else. Though the Goddess had not known at the time what she had become, later stories tell of what she had created.

The Laimos.

Since Babylonian times, legends of our kind have been spread from human to human. Fear gripped young children when they heard of the blood drinking creatures that would haunt their dreams. Stories would be heard of humans being visited by beautiful beings only to suddenly wake up, ignorant of their experiences before but finding two faint marks on their necks. And now, even in present time, portrayals of the Laimos are presented through fiction writing and Hollywood films. Storytellers such as Anne Rice and Stephen King have prospered in their fictional novels of the Laimos, creating a new source of interest in what they believe to be a mythical race. As with countless tales are just as many film portrayals, appealing mostly to the younger generation of mankind. It has even gone as far as teenagers believing in falling in love with a Laimos due to the Hollywood interpretations of the legends.

Little did these mere humans know that their fairy tales were all but fictional.

Laimos are not the creatures of legends. They are real and living among the humans who remained oblivious.

Yes, our kind is physically comparable to one that could only descend from a God [confusing]. We are graced with impeccable beauty. Our strength is not to be challenged. A frail human being would only be signing his life over with any attempt.

But there is more to the Laimos than the little detail that humans have been hearing throughout the generations.

Laimos aren't only created by getting bitten by another such being while human and then slowly turning into one of the deadly creatures. As with humans, Laimos can procreate. A Laimos child continues to grow normally until the age of 20, when the process slows down considerably. Though the aging continues, it does so at a much slower rate. In fact, to prove how slowly Laimos age after their two decade mark, at a few centuries old, one would look just over 30.

Humans continue to tell stories of killing Laimos using wooden stakes and piercing through the heart. As only Laimos know, that is completely incorrect. The only possible way to end the life of a Laimos is to pierce its heart, but - instead of a mere wooden stake - one must use a weapon tainted with Laimos venom.

However, as with all legends there are some aspects based in truth. Being pierced by Laimos fangs will not change a human, though the exchange of blood will. If a Laimos is foolish enough to willingly infuse their own blood with a human, it will effectively transform the human into a Laimos. The only difference between a Laimos that was created and one that was born is that once one has been changed, he remains in the state prior to the alteration. Meaning, he will not age. Also, though it continues to remain unknown, a newly awoken Laimos has no recollection of his human life. They are all reborn as new.

As well as the accuracy of the altering procedure, one other commonly heard aspect is true. Laimos are vulnerable to sunlight. Though most repeat stories of sunlight turning Laimos to ash, that is, in fact, not accurate. Though sunlight cannot kill Laimos, it rapidly enhances ones aging. And, as with humans, when one reaches a certain age the body cannot continue to function on its own. Therefore, Laimos must remain nocturnal or face an earlier death.

To the blind eye, there is yet one possible way to distinguish Laimos from the human population. Their eyes. Once challenged with extreme passion or hunger, the normally bright eyes of Laimos merge into one that is inhuman; a combination of black, violet and red. Of course, only a creature far superior to humans could change eye colour.

Aside from the physical framework of the Laimos, we have equally lethal personality traits. Not only does our beauty attract their prey, but so does our seductive nature. It only takes a few moments for a Laimos to lure in and manipulate a human. And, as dark creatures of the night are, Laimos are extremely sinful and malicious. Cross one, and you will never live to see the glistening sun break the day.

Though legends of Laimos began during the Babylonian times, they spread throughout the world creating eminent events known if not to the general population then to the locals of the area. A prime example would be the year 1718 when Austria had gained control of northern Serbia. After it had been newly acquired by Austria, officials first noted the local practice of exhuming bodies and killing them, claiming that they had been Laimos. From then on, the Slavic countries around had all had similar experiences, if not more intense. Nevertheless, Laimos managed to maintain our race as well as their hunger.

And of course, this could not have been done without hierarchy. As with the human race and its countless realms, varying in power, the Laimos had created one of their own.

Carlisle, one of the oldest and most feared Laimos, created his own kingdom back in the mid-1400s. Having notably begun in Europe, he began his leadership in the same land. Carlisle had effectively created essential regulations for all Laimo, keeping in mind the safety needed as well. Through whatever obstacles he had faced, he had just as successfully overcome. Throughout the years, his rule had extended from the heart in Slovakia until all of Europe had been conquered. Leading all Laimos, Carlisle not only controlled the entire race but he also encouraged procreation. His followers admired and respected him for all that he had accomplished, even until this very day. However, with all great leaders there are always their downfalls.

If Laimos were malicious, then Carlisle had to have been the cruelest of all. His selfishness may have been one of the main reasons he still had his place on the high throne; his ideologies were nothing but heartless. In addition to ruling the entire Laimos population, he had created several rules for all to follow.

The rules were simple.

If you exposed yourself or the Laimos race, you would be killed.

When Carlisle chooses your mate and you refuse his demands, you are no longer useful to the Laimos kingdom and will therefore be killed.

Laimos could not change a human. A changed human, as well as his creator, would be killed immediately.

The last, yet possibly the most important rule.

If you had been blessed with power, you informed Carlisle and took the offered seat on the Council. If by chance you refused, you were considered an enemy of the Laimos. You were not banished mercifully, but rather wiped of your existence.

Few rules. But those few rules were followed for centuries.

But of course, rules are meant to be broken.

A group of other Laimos called the Rogues were created prior to the 16th century. And they did just as any rebellious groups were known for. Resisting the petty rules made my Carlisle, Rogues would scavenge the land and create any disruption possible. Humans would be feasted upon regardless of the area, and the idea of mates was abolished but rather fulfilling their own sexual needs was highly approved. Basically, the Rogues would live a life without rules. Living the life that a Laimos should.

Free and immoral.

No leader enjoys having his own kind rebel after their own long established laws and lifestyles. Carlisle was no exception. Under his rule, if a Rogue happened to be caught, they were to be brought to him immediately. When captured, the kindest reception a Rogue could ask for was immediate death. The usual reception, however, was excruciatingly endless torture.

Yet still, the Rogues continued to grow as more Laimos were revolting against Carlisle's many trivial rules. And as the nights passed, each brought about a new challenge to both halves of the Laimos race.

And who am I in this distinctive story?

To the followers of Carlisle I was known as a disgrace. A dishonor brought to all Laimos.

But, to the Rogues, I was known as something much different. I was eminent to the entire Rogue population. Their shining light in this dark, ruthless world.

I was their leader.

They call me Bella.