Name: Dorian Gray

Species: Hybrid

Age: 17

Orientation: Bi

Bio:

My name is Dorian Gray, I used to have a normal life until all of this happened let me tell you a bit about me first before I get into all of that. My parents are movie trailer editors, one of the most popular ones in Upper East Side, New York. They run a partnership that they keep me well out of. My mother and father are the type of people that shouldn't have children. I was practically raised by my nanny, I saw her as my mother more than my actual mother. I mean I got whatever I wanted, anything I asked for but what type of parent would buy their kid something just to shut them up so that they would leave you alone? My parents that's who. My nanny's name was Hannah, she was the one that always saw me off to school, helped me with my homework and anything else I needed help with. I grew quite attached to her in a very short amount of time.
I didn't have to worry about bullying because I was already stereo-typically popular because I had money and good looks which in turn made me arrogant and vain. Then I found out that they weren't my real friends, what is the point in having friends if they aren't real and all they care about is the idea of you not the actual you that has thoughts and feelings? I tried distancing myself from that type of crowd, it wasn't really easy but I got it accomplished to find out that I wouldn't have any friends at all. The rest of the school hated the popular crowd for how they treated them, how I treated them. How could I expect them to just accept me when I treated them like they meant nothing?
There was always this one kid though that I caught staring at me from time to time, he was in a lower grade and he got picked on a lot by the school bully. I usually didn't really tend to notice it but as the days went on and I kept seeing it, it really started to eat at me. It started to make me angry and as it went on I found myself to be angry all the time and I didn't know why or how to stop it. Hannah tried to help me out but all I would do is yell at her and tell her to leave me alone. My father saw this and decided it was time to tell me about things that I didn't know about myself. This is where it gets weird. My father told me that his father and his father's father and so on were a generation of werewolves. Of course I thought he was joking at first until I saw that serious look in his eyes that he always gets when he isn't playing around.
He told me that was the reason for all of the unexplained anger that I had been having and my outbursts. My emotions were all over the place, it was the first time my father had had an actual conversation with me in months, maybe even a year and it was about something like this. He also told me that the only way to trigger the curse was that I had to kill someone. I started to calm down a little when he told me this until he told me that it could be at anytime no matter if it was an accident or not. As soon as I killed someone I would trigger the curse. So of course after he had that talk with me I was more careful than ever. That bully still dug at me the wrong way and I wanted to do something about it. That kid looked miserable every time I saw him. Something needed to be done and no one else was going to do it.
One day after school when I was walking home I heard the boy screaming in the woods and no body heard him but me. As soon as I ran towards the noise instantly finding them and tried breaking it up I lost it, I shoved the boy away from the bully and just started wailing on him. I kept hitting him and hitting him until I blacked out from blind rage. When I came back to the bully was on the ground not moving blood everywhere. I didn't know what I had done but when I looked at the boy and saw his mortified face looking back at me I knew right then that I had killed the bully and what that meant for me.
I threatened the boy to not tell anyone about what happened and he ran of crying as soon as I was finished then I looked over at the bully's lifeless body trying to decide where to put it eventually deciding to drag it to the river and throw it in weighing it down with rocks so that no one would come upon it accidentally.
I was 16 when this happened, I didn't know what to do or who to tell all I knew is that I had to get out of that place. When I got home that night I went straight to my room not talking to anyone, not even Hannah. She knocked at the door a couple of times but I just told her to go away. I went onto the internet and searched the word werewolf. I did a lot of searching but ended up coming up blank. I desperately needed to know more about me, what was going to happen on the first full moon. I soon found out a month later when the first full moon came, I made sure I was away from the house and anyone that could hear or see me as the agonizing pain ripped through my body during the transformation. I don't remember anything about being a wolf at all, I just remember waking up naked in the middle of the forest. It took me a long time trying to figure out how to get out of there it was almost dark when I got home finally in my clothes that I found on my way out. I couldn't take this anymore, if my dad was telling the truth I knew there had to be more than just me out there. So I searched again for the same thing, this time coming up with an article about a werewolf attack that happened in a place called Mystic Falls in Virginia. As soon as I read that article I knew what I needed to do, that night I packed as many things as I possibly could and took my parents credit card and any cash that I could find and took at taxi to Mystic Falls.
I got there six months before my 17th birthday, I didn't know where I was going to go or what I was doing. I didn't even know what to search for. I didn't find anything until the night of my 17th birthday after I had shifted back into my human form after a full moon transformation I had just put the clothes on that I had stashed away when a man named Klaus walked out of the shadows. He graciously introduced himself which I found to be a little weird but he had an offer for me, he told me that I would never have to shift again, feel the pain from the transformation as I was forced to shift every full moon. I eagerly agreed happy that I never had to be that monster again. That was when he shoved his bloody wrist into my mouth and made me drink his blood. As soon as he thought I had had enough he pulled my head away but didn't let go of it but instead he snapped my neck like it was nothing.
When I woke up I felt really weird and had this odd craving for something, I didn't really know what but that's when I saw Klaus leaning against a tree with a bag in his hand. When he came closer I saw that it was a bag of blood. He told me that it was very special blood and that if I didn't drink it I would end up dead. I hesitated for a while but drank from the bag anyway, finding its contents to be rather enjoyable oddly. And the same as with his wrist when he thought I had enough he took the bag from me. After I had gained my bearings and started to feel somewhat normal, he told me that he had turned me into a hybrid and that I was sired to him. I felt a weird loyalty to him mostly because of what he gave me and for what I never had to do again. He told me that when the time came he would come for me when he needed me. Then he vanished. I didn't know what it meant to be a vampire let alone a hybrid. As a couple weeks went by I found out that I had some abilities that came with being part vampire, like the super speed, compulsion, and the extra strength. But with all that good came the blood lust and boy was it strong. I found it oddly fascinating hunting for my food or playing with it. My food of choice of course was humans. I was smart about it though trying to be as inconspicuous as possible so that I wouldn't be found out.
About a month later I met the girl that soon became my best friend. She knew things about me that I hadn't told anyone. She didn't judge me based on what I was. She was scared of me at first, but if you knew someone was what you feared most wouldn't you be scared too? She's one of the only people that sees me for me, not the monster that is hidden away inside me. Her name is Taylor Collins, she lives with her grandmother, but she doesn't approve of me so she makes it hard on Taylor. I don't want her to be separated from the only family she has left so I try to make her go back, but she keeps coming back to me. I'm glad though, she has changed how I am completely, I try not to feed from humans anymore, but blood bags instead. She approves of those, as long as they aren't actual humans. I would do anything for her but there is still the issue of being sired to Klaus whom of which hasn't come back for me yet. But I fear that it is really soon....

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