Prologue
" Chloe, I know you miss them, god knows I do too, but this is just plain crazy.” I say as another gust of freezing wind hits us. I shiver. Trees surround us from every angle, the little moonlight able to actually pass through, our only light.
She spins around so fast I jump back.
" Stop saying that! What else could it be? How else do you explain their bloodless corpses? Don’t you want to avenge them? After all they’ve done for us don’t you think we owe them that much?”
I look down at my beat up chucks, the strings of the laces are starting to fall apart, things seem to be doing a lot of that lately.
I look up into my sister’s eyes, brimming with tears, and see the same desperation and hopelessness that I am feeling.
I sigh, silently walking past her, soon hearing her following footsteps.
From the moment the police announced the tragic and unexplainable death of our parents, to our transfer to our new home; Saint James Orphanage, the same feelings of shock, disbelief, and another emotion... dread? No, stronger than that, like a weight of sorts on my heart, making me want to do nothing but drag my feet when I walk, and slump down to the ground in defeat.
I exhale through my mouth, causing a small condensation cloud to appear before me.
I’ve always frowned at self pity, always thought of the people who had it worse...
Now, here I am, practically drowning in my sorrow. And I HATE that. But I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about them, that I’ll never see them again, never feel their warm welcoming hugs, their eyes sparkling with love...
I ball my hands up into fists. No, I need to stay strong, if not for me, then I’ll do it for my sis- SNAP.
I look up. There, not ten feet away, a man stands, his eyes a seemingly glowing blue, practically silver colour, his black hair a striking contrast to his white skin...
I snap out of my daze, and he smiles creepily, head tilting to the side. “Like what you see little birdy?“, I take a step back, preparing to run. I sneak a quick glance at my sister, her face is a mask of fear and rage, her knuckles white from her death grip on the knife we managed to steal from the kitchens.
I look back, only to see that he has moved even closer, now only but a few feet away from where we are standing.
How did I not hear him? How the hell did he move so fast? Were my sister’s theories correct? Is she actually going to kill him? Is he going to kill us?
He takes another daunting step. The familiar sense of panic seeps in me and I wrack my thoughts frantically, trying to find a way out of this situation.......
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“P-please don’t,” I stammer.
“Don’t what little bird?” he asks, appearing right in front of me in a flash, eyes seeming to bore straight through my soul. I try to find a response but my sister beats me to it, lunging forward, sinking the knife into his heart, or rather where it should be. No blood leaks out.
He grins wickedly, turning his gaze to her instead, “You made a wrong move there little girl, I’m offended, and when I thought we were getting along so well too...” he trails off ripping the small blade right out and dropping it to the floor.
“But I think we can make an arrangement.” With a single swipe of the arm he sends Chloe flying through the air, her back slamming against a tree trunk, the impact causing her to slump to the ground unconscious.
He turns to me, lips forming a mocking frown as he starts walking around me in circles,“Such a pity... I usually like to avoid taking young lives, you could say it keeps what little humanity I have left intact. But I’m afraid that little act you did over there rendered me into a not so giving mood...” He stops behind me. I look to my sister, sprawled on the forest floor, and close my eyes tightly.
He chuckles darkly,“Humans do like to play hero don’t they, always believe they can challenge the supernatural, always feel unstoppable. When in reality... they’re simply sealing their initial fates a little... prematurely.”
He’s suddenly right behind me, his cold breath fans my neck before two sharp needle-like fangs sink into my shoulder, the searing pain causing my trembling knees to buckle.
The pain is like none other, as I feel my blood get drained, leaving a sort of burning acid slither through my system.
The world gets whiter and hotter by the second.
His fangs are suddenly ripped out of my neck, causing me to drop limply to the ground. The world blurs and spins.
It soon becomes too much, I leave consciousness, vaguely acknowledging the feral green eyes slowly approaching...
