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It’s been months since you managed to run away from your mother. You’re a rogue vampire who abandoned her clan, something that is seriously looked upon as treason against a clan. You’ve gone through Europe, through Russia, through Japan, hell even through Africa. Yet they still chase you. Your mother has spread rumors of a huge bounty on your head to whoever captures you alive and returns you. It seems she wants to punish you herself, just like last time, al though you’re not sure if this will be like last time, not after this. You killed William, her prized little vampire and idiot “brother” of yours along with a few other strong members of her oh so powerful clan. You’ve been running ever since. You’ve seen the world but not in the ways you wish you could. Being constantly under attack and hunted isn’t exactly a relaxing thing and you’ve barely been able to keep up with this hiding and running thing. You are tired, like very tired, and hungry. The last time you fed was somewhere around last week by a strange tribe that you had never seen before. You drank the blood of a chicken and were interrupted by screams in the tribe, probably from the vampires who were chasing after you taking their own time to feed. You haven’t stopped to rest since then and you’ve swam in the ocean for what feels like days when you finally reach land. You don’t know where you are anymore, you’ve lost track of the world around you. Surviving has been your main priority. You basically crawl your way up the beach into what seems like the beginning of a forrest. You’re panting and you’re so tired. It’s sometime around 3am you think as you lay against a tree. Suddenly you feel like you’re being watched. No it can’t be, you had lost them in the waves, there’s no way the found you so quickly. You hear rustling all around you but see no one. You try and stand up but it proves difficult in your current state. You manage to get on your feet and run as fast as you can in the opposite direction, running into trees and tripping on rocks and branches. You’re sloppy at most but you’ve out ran them before, you’re sure you can do it again, but something feels different. They seem faster, as if they knew these lands by heart. You see some are even in the trees when you reach a cliff. Fuck, you can barely run let alone climb. You try and start climbing anyway, there’s no way you’re going back to Maman. As you continue to climb up you feel someone pull you by the leg and you dig your nails into the dirt, trying not to let yourself be dragged down. You fail once they toss you from the cliff aggressively back into the forrest. You land roughly against a tree and slam down to the ground, you feel like you broke a rib or two and it’s hard to breath. Your vision is getting blurry and you see shapes of what you know are people coming your way. It’s dark and you can’t really see them but you don’t think these are the same guys from earlier, they seem much bigger. They grab you and take you hostage, hitting you in the face, knocking you out.
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You return into consciousness in a dark room and as you try to move you feel your arms are tied up along with your ankles. Two big men who look like warriors of some kind enter the room, no not room; the dungeon. This is a prison and they have you captive to do with you as they please. You don’t recognize the clothing they’re wearing so your not sure which clan has captured you but what you do know is that they are powerful and tough. They seem very much like an army with warriors and orders, orders that you can’t understand. They have a dungeon though, and you locked up in it, so they must have a leader. The two warriors yell at you but you can’t understand what their saying. Instead they start to beat you up pretty badly but you’ve been through worse you think to yourself. The warriors keep speaking in another language that your not familiar with but you think it’s spanish. Are you in Spain? In Mexico? In Ecuador? You’re not sure, but you’ve been running for so long from your mother that you no longer remember the corse you’ve taken the past few weeks. You hear some rustling between the soldiers but you too injured and in pain to pay much attention to it. You hear a new voice speak up from the rest and it sounds soft but firm. It sounds like a female and you hear her step in with the guards that were beating you, watching you intently. You try and look up at her but your right eye is almost swollen shut and your left one has blood dripping over it, making it hard to see. You catch but a glimpse of her and see she’s a small girl, well not girl; a woman. A woman with long sleek hair and some dark clothing, you don’t manage to see anything else when she orders them to do something and turns around, quickly leaving. Not looking back once as the guards hit you in the head, knocking you out again.
You had woken up, still in the dungeon (or cage, yeah cage sounds less evil.) You were now tied to a chair and some guards kept trying to get information out of you (or at least that’s what you think they’re doing since you don’t understand a single word that they’re yelling at you) but you won’t budge. You’d rather be tortured and killed by these people than by your mother. Once they’re done you’re starving and weak and you feel like this is what ws going to happen eventually. To be caught and die a slow and painful death. Your thoughts are interrupted by someone un locking the door and walking into your cage. It’s dark and you think your underground when you see a silhouette in the darkness move closer to you. You can hear slow footsteps sounding closer and your eye isn’t as swollen as before. Instead your ribs are completely chattered and healing extremely slowly do to your starvation. You slowly see someone emerge from the darkness into a ray of light from the torch that lights up the room with it’s yellow flames. It’s a girl with wide dark eyes that have no trace of fear in them, instead they’re fille with determination and strength. Her hair is long and sleek in a light brown that seems golden in some parts do to the flames iluminating her somewhat light yet tanned skin. She’s beautiful and she has a gentle vibe to her.
You were wrong.
She comes closer to you and you can’t help but flinch back in this new presence. She’s watching you carefully, observing you closely like she’s trying to find something in you, something that she’s been searching for. She stops right in front of you, her face inches from yours and you can’t help but tense up at how her eyes don’t hesitate to stare directly into your own. Her expression is blank but you think even in all her seriousness she still seems to look soft.
You were so wrong.
She suddenly pulls out a dagger from her back and stabs you in your thigh quickly, with no remorse. You let out a small scream that turns into a hard groan. Not once has she stared away from you. She takes her dagger out from your leg and she finally looks away from your face and down to your fresh wound. It’s healing although slower than usual. Her eyes trace up your body and once she reaches your face she grabs your hair and yanks your head to the side, stretching out the left side of your neck. She observes you intetly and searches you more and more.
What is she looking for?
She yanks you back into your original position still having a handful of your hair in a tight grip.
“No tienes marca.”
You don’t know what she’s saying but her voice sounds so smooth in what you still don’t if it’s spanish or not. She sees that you don’t answer and speaks up again.
“You have no mark.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. She speaks english? You almost spoke back to her but you remember she stabbed your leg literally just a minute ago, so you don’t respond.Most clans have a mark that distinguishes them, not allowing vampires to jump from clan to clan freely. You never got yours since you were like a pupil to Maman. She saw it fit that the pupil of the clan’s leader have the back of her ear clear as did she. Maman had no mark, she knew many different clans, clans that were all chasing you for months now. The girls eyebrows furrowed.
“What clan do you belong to?”
You don’t answer.
“You are a vampire, I can see how you heal quicker than most in your condition.”
Still, you don’t answer.
“Suit yourself.”
She hides her dagger and grabs your face with one hand, having a tight grip on your chin.
“I have ways of finding out myself.”
She pushes your face to the side as she let’s go and turns to leave. She doesn’t look back once. Who is she? How does she know english? It’s clear to you that the rest of the people here don’t, so why is she different?? Who could this girl be?
Days pass and another prisoner is brought into your cell. (cell? Cage? Dungeon? Ughhh whatever, it’s not like it matters to you.) and he’s thrown to the ground near you. You feel weak. You’re starving and you can barely stay conscious but the screams from the new prisoner being tortured by the guards make sure you do. They stop once the girl comes in, ordering them to do as she says. They back away from the prisoner and she walks towards him pulling him closer to her by his shirt soaked in blood. She’s yelling at him with what you imagine is anger.
“Dónde están los demás!?”
He doesn’t respond. It looks like he doesn’t speak spanish either. She switches to english and you can now hear what she was asking with ease.
“Where is the rest of your clan?! The clan that was murdering my people and killing the humans on the surface! Feeding on them! Answer me!”
You’re guessing that her clan has a treaty with the humans from the surface, not to bother them as long as they don’t send hunters their way. It’s how most clans deal with humans.
“I agreed to protect those people from vampire clans like your own! What clan do you belong to?!”
He doesn’t reply and she checks his ear just as she did to you and finds his mark.
“The Belgae clan. You’re a long way from home, asshole.”
“I won’t say where they are! It’s no use! Your people will all die a gruesome death by the hand of my people!”
He yells at her. She grabs him by the neck and lifts him off the ground. She looks furious.
“You have no idea what you’ve done to your clan. Their death is in your hands, as you’ve sent them here to die by mine.”
He chokes and starts a snarky reply.
“We are too many for you to-”
She doesn’t let him finish and crushes his neck, breaking it and decapitating him instantly. Holy fucking shit. This girl is ruthless. She orders the guards to do something in spanish and they leave hurriedly obeying her. Her breath is heaving in what you think is rage and her head turns to you. It’s so strange to see a girl who seems so young and sweet be the complete opposite. She stops glaring at you and turns her attention back to the corpse in front of her, bending down and grabbing the decapitated head. Blood is leaking from it and she drinks it, looking back at you with her messy, bloody mouth before she leaves.
“There are other ways to retain the information one wants.”
She doesn’t try and wipe the blood from the sides of her mouth and walks away slamming the door behind her.
What did she mean?