Ethan is a vampire, I know it to be true, not some lie. He fed from me and I watched in horror as he drained the blood from my wrist. I could feel the blood moving through my arm to him as he drew it out. If that wasn't bad enough when he stopped feeding he showed me my wrist, it healed instantly.

No human could heal like that. It is not possible. What am I?

The blonde woman that Claude had entertained himself last night entered the room. I was expecting an all in cat fight between her and Stella but it did not happen. My suspicious about Stella and Preston being together, not siblings were confirmed and when I was told that they were both witches I nearly fell off my chair. Their kind were diminishing, there were so few of them left now that their kind had been burned at the stake by the humans. Theirs was a kind that was on the road to extinction. Claude sat the blonde on the chair beside me and knelt at her feet, he took her wrist and bit her, I'm surrounded by them. I look around at them, witches and vampires, what's next, a werewolf? Claude withdraws from her wrist, two tiny holes remain on her skin, different from me. It weeps blood and rather grossly Claude licks it up with a grin. The sight of the blood makes me gag; I cover my mouth trying to control myself.

'This is one difference between you and the humans.' Ethan said. 'When we feed from them, the wound heals slowly, allowing for a little blood to seep out. You, however, your body instantly repairs itself.'

I frown as I look at my wrist where Ethan had bit me. I had never noticed over the years, but he was right, my body always healed very fast. Claude gets up from the ground and gestures for the blonde woman to leave, she does so, without a word, like she is under his control. His father closes the door behind her.

'You also can not die.' Preston says.

'What?'

'Well, that's not completely true, if your heart was removed you would die, but everything else...' he shrugs. 'Essentially you are immortal. We could show you but that would be wrong on so many levels. So, we thought we might do the little test that we did to confirm what you are.'

'What did you do?'

I watch as Preston, Claude and Conrad leave the room.

'Ethan, a large mirror so that she can see it.' Stella says.

After he leaves, they make me change into these soft white wraps that tightly hug around my chest and waist, leaving me not so naked.

'Josie, lay on the lounge on your stomach, let them back in.' she says to Montana.

Ethan passes the mirror to Montana who was already kneeling at my head. He holds my hand and tells me not to freak out. I watch as Preston puts little drops of blood onto the lump on my lower back. I had never known what the lump was, the doctors did test after test and got nothing. In fact, every time something was wrong with me, they never had an answer, except the cancer. Ethan's words ring through my head don't believe anything any human doctor has told you. Preston gets a knife and I try to move but Ethan holds me down, telling me to trust him and watch. I looked in the mirror, watching as Preston drops a little bit of blood on my back. There is a fire, it sits on my back, my mind cannot believe what my eyes see, my ears hear sizzling sounds, popping as the fire dies. A red mark remains showing a defined picture, I cannot see it properly but it is a circle cut into quarters, some sort of marking in each of the quarters.

'For the second time today, ta-da.'

'What do you mean the second time today?'

Stella looks a little guilty as a wet cloth is put on the mark, the redness dies down as she removes it.

'Sorry, we actually cast a spell to make you pass out. We needed to check out the mark without freaking you out.'

'So what am I?'

'You are a special breed of dark being.' she says with an overwhelming sense of pride.

'We don't know your official name as yet; we are waiting for someone to visit. But basically you are a vampire, a witch, a werewolf and a shape shifter.'

For the second time in an hour I laugh so hard, I swear my sides are going to burst. These people are crazy.

We are not crazy a male voice whispers in my mind.

I instantly stop laughing.

'Ok so which one of you was in my mind just then?'

'Me.' Ethan says with a tiny curl drawn into the corner of his mouth.

'Right, so you think you have the right to just waltz on in and poke around then?'

The bastard nods with an even bigger grin.

'Like fuck you do.'

I pick up my clothes and storm out of the room.