• Prologue


    The night was still, the wind unmoving. Not a sound was heard at night, not a single creature. It was dark, the rain falling steadily, straight towards the damp ground below. The crescent moon shone dimly behind the black clouds, not a single star in the sky.

    The hunter walked along the border of the forest, hiding herself in the shadows as she looked for easy prey. Her hair looked dark with the darkness, as it was always. Only her bright violet eyes sone, the only thing you had a hope to see. She was as quiet as a panther, a hunting cat.

    She stopped every movement, and crouched towards the sodden ground. Her violet eyes saw her target.

    And no one would know it was her.

    She looked around to see if anyone would see the attack, the killing of this poor teenager who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Once she was clear, she lunged.

    Not one realizes the reason why these hunters need this blood to survive. It's not an idea of pleasantry, no. They do it because they have to, or they will die. Because of the blood they have, eating away at the human blood that contains oxygen, they need to drink that oxygen. Their blood has no oxygen, therefore their hearts cannot circulate their blood as well.

    She dragged her kill out into the forest where no one would see, no one would hear. She held it by the hair, no mercy was for a human. Humans were vermin for her. Once the wet, unconcious body was hidden from the world, she bit his throat.

    The hot pulsing liquid filled her throat as she took it all in. Once more the oxygen ran through her veins. She was elated, high.

    And then she left that human to die, bleeding from his neck in large amounts. A heartless act, perhaps, but she had taken in the fact that she wasn't pure, that she didn't have a soul when her mother told her the truth.

    And now she did what she had to do.

    The hunter walked away from the hunt, full to her heart with human blood. She didn't spare a backward glance, not even thinking about turning around to help him. He was nothing to her, just another soul she had killed in her life.

    The clouds cleared, and the town could see the elegant predator they had.

    If only they'd seen.