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Finley and Serena Masters are both Rakshasa demons, and when they had their little girl everyone knew that she would be mighty. Even if she didn't get their same Calling she would be a force to be reckoned with. From a young age her parents taught her to protect herself. They taught her to fight. Their baby girl was told time and time again that nothing could keep her down, and that one day she would enjoy the battle as much as they do.
She learned that most angels couldn't be trusted, that supernaturals were beneath her, and as she got older she learned that Wanderers were worth nothing more than what she could scrape off the soles of her shoes.
She stopped believing all of it when she was ten years old.
Casey had a best friend when she was ten. They met on the playground and hit it off immediately. Casey knew soon after that she could never tell her parents, because Kylie's family were shapeshifters. Casey thought it was pretty cool and she couldn't imagine Kylie ever being someone less than her.
The girls never played at each other's houses, and never got invited to each other's birthday parties, but they found a way to talk every day. They planned for when Casey turned sixteen. When she turned sixteen they would run away. They'd run far from both of their families so that they could be best friends for their entire lives.
Kylie's father was influnced by a Glaysa-Labolas to kill his wife and daughter when the girls were thirteen years old.
Casey was devastated, but she didn't know how to show those feelings without her parents wanting to know why. It was a tragedy that rocked their town, but Finley and Serena told Casey it was just proof of how weak supernaturals really were. She cried at night for a very long time, muffling her sobs into a pillow. She didn't understand it. She didn't think she ever could. Her Aunt Helen was the only one she told everything to, because Helen wasn't like her sister.
Helen was a PoĊudnica and spent most of her time in her rocking chair in her room, staring out the window. Helen lived with Casey and her parents. When Finley and Serena would take off to feed their Callings, often gone for weeks at a time, Helen was the one who cared for Casey. In return, Casey cared for her aunt. She would run to the store, prepare meals, and do anything her aunt asked of her. She loved Helen dearly. Helen told her that it was okay for her to mourn her friend, and that it was okay to be outraged. She told Casey that she was allowed to come up with her own beliefs and her own views on the world, and that she didn't have to follow her parents. Helen was the black-sheep in her family in a way. She didn't have the small-minded views that the rest of her family had, and she didn't have a bloodlust. Serena only let her sister live with them out of a feeling of obligation, and because she was a help in keeping an eye on Casey.
In the years after her best friend's death, Casey didn't socialize much. She spent most of her time with Helen as they read books to each other and talked. Helen taught Casey how to knit, and they would knit together. She taught Casey the Italian language and the two spoke to each other in Italian. There were times Casey often wondered if something went wrong and she had been meant to be Helen's daughter instead, which then made her feel guilty because she truly did love her mother. It was just hard when they were such different people.
When Casey turned sixteen her parents made sure they were home from their travels to be with her. Not only to be with her, but to be witness. They seemed excited more than anything else. Excited with the hope that she would have the same Calling as them, and they could truly connect as a family. Casey remembers her father holding her through it; cradling her like she was his baby girl again, and whispering soft nothingness into her ear. And the pain, the agony that seemed to last forever but was only several hours, ebbed away into a dull ache. She lay against her father's chest out of breath and exhausted, and she started to cry.
They were tears of relief. Tears of joy that she was not like her parents after all, and that she never would be. And when she looked up into her daddy's eyes and shook her head, he sighed and loosened his grip on her. He told her it was okay. That sometimes dreams weren't meant to come true.
The day she graduated high school she went to her Aunt Helen and kissed the woman on her forehead. Helen looked up to her, a resigned look in her eyes, and nodded. "Be safe," the woman said softly. "Remember that you are not what anyone tells you to be, and you are not your blood."
Casey couldn't tell Helen goodbye because of the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, but she told her she loved her and that she'd write. Then she got her bags and left, without a word to her parents.
She didn't know where she was going to go, but it was the plan. The plan she made with Kylie seven years before. She was about a year late on it, but she knew her friend would forgive her. She had to wait. Wait until high school was done, wait until she had better control over her Calling, and wait until she was ready. She didn't care where she ended up. Not as long as it was far away from her parents.
Casey was born to two Rakshasas, and no one ever imagined that she'd become a Glaysa, not even herself. She made a silent vow on the day she found her Calling. A vow that she would never be like the demon who took her best friend from the world. She would be better. Better than all of them. Even if it killed her trying.
She learned that most angels couldn't be trusted, that supernaturals were beneath her, and as she got older she learned that Wanderers were worth nothing more than what she could scrape off the soles of her shoes.
She stopped believing all of it when she was ten years old.
Casey had a best friend when she was ten. They met on the playground and hit it off immediately. Casey knew soon after that she could never tell her parents, because Kylie's family were shapeshifters. Casey thought it was pretty cool and she couldn't imagine Kylie ever being someone less than her.
The girls never played at each other's houses, and never got invited to each other's birthday parties, but they found a way to talk every day. They planned for when Casey turned sixteen. When she turned sixteen they would run away. They'd run far from both of their families so that they could be best friends for their entire lives.
Kylie's father was influnced by a Glaysa-Labolas to kill his wife and daughter when the girls were thirteen years old.
Casey was devastated, but she didn't know how to show those feelings without her parents wanting to know why. It was a tragedy that rocked their town, but Finley and Serena told Casey it was just proof of how weak supernaturals really were. She cried at night for a very long time, muffling her sobs into a pillow. She didn't understand it. She didn't think she ever could. Her Aunt Helen was the only one she told everything to, because Helen wasn't like her sister.
Helen was a PoĊudnica and spent most of her time in her rocking chair in her room, staring out the window. Helen lived with Casey and her parents. When Finley and Serena would take off to feed their Callings, often gone for weeks at a time, Helen was the one who cared for Casey. In return, Casey cared for her aunt. She would run to the store, prepare meals, and do anything her aunt asked of her. She loved Helen dearly. Helen told her that it was okay for her to mourn her friend, and that it was okay to be outraged. She told Casey that she was allowed to come up with her own beliefs and her own views on the world, and that she didn't have to follow her parents. Helen was the black-sheep in her family in a way. She didn't have the small-minded views that the rest of her family had, and she didn't have a bloodlust. Serena only let her sister live with them out of a feeling of obligation, and because she was a help in keeping an eye on Casey.
In the years after her best friend's death, Casey didn't socialize much. She spent most of her time with Helen as they read books to each other and talked. Helen taught Casey how to knit, and they would knit together. She taught Casey the Italian language and the two spoke to each other in Italian. There were times Casey often wondered if something went wrong and she had been meant to be Helen's daughter instead, which then made her feel guilty because she truly did love her mother. It was just hard when they were such different people.
When Casey turned sixteen her parents made sure they were home from their travels to be with her. Not only to be with her, but to be witness. They seemed excited more than anything else. Excited with the hope that she would have the same Calling as them, and they could truly connect as a family. Casey remembers her father holding her through it; cradling her like she was his baby girl again, and whispering soft nothingness into her ear. And the pain, the agony that seemed to last forever but was only several hours, ebbed away into a dull ache. She lay against her father's chest out of breath and exhausted, and she started to cry.
They were tears of relief. Tears of joy that she was not like her parents after all, and that she never would be. And when she looked up into her daddy's eyes and shook her head, he sighed and loosened his grip on her. He told her it was okay. That sometimes dreams weren't meant to come true.
The day she graduated high school she went to her Aunt Helen and kissed the woman on her forehead. Helen looked up to her, a resigned look in her eyes, and nodded. "Be safe," the woman said softly. "Remember that you are not what anyone tells you to be, and you are not your blood."
Casey couldn't tell Helen goodbye because of the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, but she told her she loved her and that she'd write. Then she got her bags and left, without a word to her parents.
She didn't know where she was going to go, but it was the plan. The plan she made with Kylie seven years before. She was about a year late on it, but she knew her friend would forgive her. She had to wait. Wait until high school was done, wait until she had better control over her Calling, and wait until she was ready. She didn't care where she ended up. Not as long as it was far away from her parents.
Casey was born to two Rakshasas, and no one ever imagined that she'd become a Glaysa, not even herself. She made a silent vow on the day she found her Calling. A vow that she would never be like the demon who took her best friend from the world. She would be better. Better than all of them. Even if it killed her trying.
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