Memory Loss

My family has been binded by blood since the beginning. Those who were jealous of my family, the immortal ones, tried to wipe us out. They almost killed me, but my mom protected me with her venom. As sat there paralyzed and fading as they tried to the death to kill her. When they did I was gone with my last bit of sanity. As the venom coursed through my veins giving me a 2nd rebirth. On the 3rd day after they had buried me, I arose as thir worst day, night, dream; no, nightmare, week, month, year, decade, century, millenium to eternity. My mom died from envy and fear. They should kill her again, because they should envy the fact that she is already dead and not going to die from my hands. I have also got to find the others that I have lost. If I find one dead. That will be another second they will regret not being dead yet.