Could they really condemn her for eternity for being her mother's daughter...for being a hybrid? It wasn't her fault. Growing up in an age where Hybrids were looked down upon and hunted, she was excommunicated by both clans left to fend for herself. Her mother hadn't cared how others would react about her being with someone who wasn't an Arcadian Vampyre. Her mother had to be as rebellious as a teenager. Her family cared for her but after her mother's murder, demons and her mother's rivals came after her, for the blood of a hybrid. It was said to make the drinker stronger than the average demon of Hell. Over the centuries she had found few places of refuge but they never lasted long once the bounties were posted.
The wind and rain whipped against her face. She constantly felt as if she was being slapped for all the years she had been running. Her dark red hair and clothes were plastered against her body. She had had no time to get her things; they, those bounty hunters had raided her place. There were so many of them, she wondered how long she could out run them. They would fight amongst themselves to get to her though and she knew that. If she fought and killed them she can only imagine how high the bounty would get. Through the trees she ran swiftly, her boots thudding dully in the wet grass. Her wet brown caramel skin glistened in the moon's glow as she stopped just outside a clearing. As her energy began to fade, her vision became dizzying and blurry. She needed sustenance but had no time for such a thing if she were to evade her pursuers. She couldn't get caught here, they had orders to bring her back preferably alive. Instead of running out in the open, she took the route covered by the thick mass of trees. A scent assaulted her senses and noticed it was coming from in front of her, when the hunters pursued her from behind. She had to dodge this new person, she wondered if he was a bounty hunter to begin with...
· Sun Jan 10, 2010 @ 03:37am · 1 Comments