Coming to Grips

So I was at a end-of-school-year- party with all my beloved friends, just chilling and enjoying the fact we would soon be high schoolers. My friend Mackenzie, whose house was hosting the party, also includes a huge amount of cornfields, forestry, dirt roads, and even an old cemetery. Probably somewhere around 30 acres. The reason we always partied at Mackenzie's house, was because we loved the game Manhunt. For those who don't know what that is, it's sort of like hide-and-seek, but there's more running and chasing and there's a jail for caught teammates. Sometime during the game, my friend Sarah and I were in some part of the forest, far away from the house. To keep things simple, my being Wiccan draws a lot of creepy things to me, and that night was supposedly the perfect night for one to show up. We were attacked, and I obviously defended Sarah as best I could, but in the process she became too afraid and ran. Thinking it was the demon that had scared her, I followed her. Turns out, I had gone through the Change at that moment, although I have always been what I am, but it must have been dormant until I actually needed it. If you want proof, I have a scar to show for the attack, and obvious habits to attest to the fact that I am at least partially vampire.

Oh, and if anyone wants advice when it comes to witchcraft, or even any tasks you need a sorceror for, Let me know. I love to help people with what I can.

-Bruklyn