Sophia Blake | 17 Years Old | Vampire | FC: Lucy Hale
“Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.”
The Past
➡ Sophia grew up very involved in the supernatural world, her father a lycan and her mother a witch. Both of her parents dotted on her as a young girl, sheltering her from anything outside their circle of supernaturals. That of course came with great risk, because the knowledge she lacked was mostly about who her parents truly were.
Five years ago, her father abandoned their family. He gave no real reasons as to why, simply packed up on suitcase hopped into his truck and never looked back. The reason he really left though had to do with the woman he once called his wife. Sophia’s mother had become involved in a darker form of magic, she began to hurt people to get what she wanted. Lycans, vampires, hunters, humans, and even other witches. Nothing would stand in her way of power. Not even her husband. Sophia’s father never intended to leave Sophia with her mother, but it wasn’t his choice. Her mother cast a spell, making the man forget all about the family he once had.
A vampire crossed far to many times by Sophia’s mother decided to take revenge into their own hands. The best way to bunch a mother, corrupted or not was to take away their daughter. When faced with the decision, her mother chose her magic over her own daughter. With a snap of her neck, Sophia was dead.
Sophia woke up buried six feet in the ground, her nails digging into the dirt as she managed to claw her way out of the grave. Confused, dirty and hungry. She stumbled to the road nearby, a truck stopping to help her out. The man had no chance as her eyes fixated on the pulse against his neck, she heard nothing but the pump of his blood in his body. Then her teeth were digging into his skin, fang elongating to rip at his flesh. She buried the body, taking his truck to the nearest gas station where she called the only person she could trust. Her aunt Lux Ross.
The Present
➡ Nearly two and half months passed since that night, since Sophia went to live in Oakland with her aunt. Two and a half months since she had spoken to her mother. Two and a half months, and yet she still didn’t have her “little” affliction under control. How long until she’s ripping people’s throats out again?
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