Chapter 1 The Hunted
My life is pointless. I feel like all that happens is: you live, you die. If you're lucky sometimes it's not so bad. If you're not, it sucks. See I don't believe in fate or any of that rubbish. I'm not against any people around here. It's just that if there was a higher being, where is the peace. I wouldn't let anyone go through what I have been through, the pain, the suffering. At points of my life, I wished for death, which was often. Believe me, I hated this world as it hated me. Have you ever felt like, no one can hear you, or see you. It's like being in a box which is consuming you. You look forever, for an escape and never find what you are looking for. That's what it's like for me. Empty, lifeless and nowhere to turn to. They say life gives you choices and chances, to become who you are. They say every day is different and has a purpose. Well don't you just wonder why you are here? What does life want from you? Maybe after my time I will find out. Demand my answers! Would I even get the chance? I have done some bad stuff in my life time. Stuff you wouldn't believe possible for me to with hold. Well I guess, I will have to wait and see, for now. I don't like not knowing. Going into the unknown. It scares me or even frightens me. Not knowing what's coming around the horizon.
The full moon was shining brightly, showing me my escape route. As I and my horse gallop to freedom. I hear shouts of demands that are coming from behind us. Arrow's fly over my head, some crash into the nearby trees. The wind whips at my face, I need to steady my horse, as we get faster and faster into this chilling night. We gallop deeper into the forbidden forest, with the moon as our guide. Now we are under the cover of the trees. Out of nowhere, when I think we are safe, my horse lets out a screech of agony. I start to panic as she stumbles out of control. I grip the reins tighter while trying to calm her down. I quickly glance around, the forest floor is wet from the earlier downpour of rain, I spot the arrow wedged into the sternum of my horse. The blood was oozing out of the wound. Her black silk like hair was all matted with her own blood. The blood was dripping down, her foreleg to her knee all the way to the ground looks black. I reach down and recover the arrow, whilst doing this my horse whines in torture. Teeth gritted together I throw the bloody arrow in frustration. It fly's about a hundred yards before it splashes into a lake to the north of us. The smell of the fresh blood lingers on my hand, a mind hazy seduction. Focus. No longer able to cope with the pain my horse pulls up. I withdraw my sword, knowing that this is going to get very messy. Its hilt is made of silver and it is embossed with gold roses, that have the sharpest of thorns that can drain a drop of the sweetest and the most appetizing of blood there is. I lick my lips as my mouth starts to fill up with saliva. I've got to swallow, it stings, I can taste the venom in the saliva. I grip my sword firmly in my right hand whilst my left is pressed against the back of the horse, with my torso twisted to the left as I observe the area. The wind is blowing west on my right cheek. My dirty matted hair hangs down to my hips; the breeze swings it around my face which annoys me, I sigh to myself.
I am in the deepest, darkest part of the forest but I can see even though it is pitch black. My assassins are coming from the south. Where the forest trees enclose us, showing little light, it's about midnight. I can tell by looking up. I see glimpses of the moon's position in some of the trees branches. The heavy blast of wind makes my body shiver. The nearby trees sway in the strong wind. Foreboding. I feel like it's telling me something, a warning perhaps.
My hair sways as I pull the reins up short; I am going to have to confront the brutal beasts. The moonlight shines brightly on the blade as I raise my sword slightly higher. I hear whispers even though I am still ten yards away from my attacker's.
The full moon is over head now. I don't know what came over me. Frozen. The beauty of it, casts a spell over me. I smile at the coming fight, even in my weakened state. There are about a dozen of them: armed, strong but there is fear, which gives me the advantage I need. The wind changes its course and now it blows north. I pick up their strong scent. I consider my situation, I am surrounded, what can I do? I let out a growl of frustration. My horse is agitated but I stay calm and fearless. I would kill myself rather than to be a caged prisoner to them. I am exasperated with myself. I could have out ran these brutes only if I had the strength, but I haven't drunk human blood in about six months and that was barely a feed. I am committed to this! I will not fail; they will fall at my feet and be begging for mercy before I am done with them. I think of many ways to kill them: ripping their necks open with my razor sharp canines, this will make the warm blood gush out into my mouth. This will satisfy my hunger that has been aching so badly for nourishment, these past years. Their blood will be dripping down the corners of my soft, wet lips. Suddenly a twig snaps under someone's foot, I have company. Keeping watch, I wait for the first of them to attack. Adeline rushes through my body, my heart starts beating faster, as I realize I am surrounded and out numbered. How did this happen? Mind hazy, Never have I been so foolish. I tighten my grip on my sword.
Half of them are armed with swords; dry blood stains their blades from other battles they have won. The other half has bows and arrows pointed towards me, on horse's. One swordsman is on a magnificence, black hair steed. I have to laugh out loud. This surprises these savages, meanwhile they are all regaining, their confident by moving their position closer. Their faces disturb me; I think I might vomit just at the sight of them. It's like: they have been set on fire over and over again. Their faces are repulsive, with pitch black eyes that make you feel like knifes are about to burst out of them, at any moment. Mind you demons are terrifying and hideous creatures to behold.
An owl in the distance hoots. This means morning is on its way. It's still dark; the moonlight is the only light for sight. The leader in the far right, signals with a command, gives a disturbing head shake for half of the demons with their stained swords to pounces on me. I am trapped, out in the open space, with nowhere to hide. I don't like running from my enemy's. It makes me look weak and I don't like that. The owl flutters its wings and then takes flight into this dark and brutal night. It must have sensed the atmosphere changing. I close my eyes as well as taking a deep breath. Their scent is as repulsive as their faces. Half of them are on foot now with their blades raised, crouched ready for the attack, the tips of their blades are pointing straight at me. The wind blows in my face and catches my hair swinging it back, behind me. I have a very good sense of hearing, smell and much more. So, if they're about to attack, I will know about it. I will slaughter everyone that tries to kill me.
I hear them creep closer as twigs snap under their feet and the mud sprays the space between us. They actually think they can kill me. I smile once again, opening my shocking ice blue eyes slowly. They are close now. Fools, they can't win, they might have the numbers and weapons but I behold much more then that. With my mind I think of ways to accomplish victory. I pull the reins to keep my horse turning swiftly, even though she is in pain through loss of blood. I keep watch on them all. Mud spatters up into the air as my horse trots painfully around apprehensively. They look like they have been sent from the depths of hell, within it's darkest pit of hell fire.
This is ridiculous, I am disappointed with myself. I should have attacked straight away. I position myself to the south, where the wind is strong now, so I am facing the discoloured and livid leader. He's skin is black and dark blue, bruised like, with patches of dry blood that is exposed. The texture of his skins surface is revolting: grungy green pus drips down this demons skin however I am curious. I watch this demon as it stares at me straight in the eyes. Searching. I feel like this thing is looking into my soul. How weird. I am paralyzed onto my saddle. I feel like I know this demon, is this possible? I blink suddenly, and feel a bit puzzled. My head shoots up to the left of me. Where the arrow now wedged deep into the bottom left part of my torso came from. Quickly I reassemble myself. I yank the arrow out of my torso , with a cry of pain, as my blood starts to quickly ooze out of the wound. It starts to trickle down my left thigh. I know it will heal in a couple of minutes. I plunge the tip of my sword into their leader. His blood, escapes his body, as I thrust my blade into he's chest moving upwards. He will not die from this attack, I have questions for him, but he is in pain and collapses onto the forest floor with a thump. The black hair steed jumps up, heart pounding fast, onto its back hoof's. Then gallops off into the darkness of the inclosing trees.
I quickly stand upon my horse, backwards flip from it. As another three arrows hit my horse's heart girth and it's withers. The horse whines in horror and collapses, side wards with the arrows sticking out of her body, to the ground next to their leader. He is gasping for air, clutching his wound tightly. He gives an ear-splitting growl of distress. I roll back over onto my back, then push up onto my feet, whilst swinging the blade of my sword. Slitting the demon that shot me in the torso. That's now healed. He tumbles lifelessly, mouth over flowing with blood; into a puddle of my horse's blood. Dead! I smile as I twist around, sweeping my blade hard, slicing off the head of a pursuer behind me. Its body twitches over a nearby bush, about a meter away from me. Whilst its head bounce twice before it rests on the dirty forest floor. Facing west, the violent wind yanks my hair behind me, I hear two demons approach me fast from the East. While inhaling, I put my sword away into a scabbard on my back. I hear the click of the locket as there Chappe locks into place. The demon closest is about three meters away from my position, quickly I grab a hidden blade from my thigh sheath. My timing is good. Whilst rotating left I push up hard so I am airborne, I see my pray and with no hesitation I strike it with my blade. My blade is so fast that my pray doesn't even see it coming. Good. The demon looks up at me, I show no emotion, I just gaze at my blade as it hits the pray. On target! I hear the cracking as the blade plagues into its skull, not letting anything get in its way. Its body drops to the ground, No hesitation I withdraw the last of my small blades. Grinding my teeth, I aim for this ones heart. Another one hitting the dirty floor just as my feet touch the forest ground. Sword weighting heavy in my right hand, withdrawn and Ready to attack. Six left, apparently deciding to do a attack together. Always liking a challenge. I Breath deeply, I raise my sword into guard. Letting my own instincts take control. I run to them, mud and debris fly’s up into the air, with the sudden rush of movement from my path.
Upon them in seconds, I sink the tip of my sword through one of the demons eye sockets. Hearing the pop of its eye ball as I push it clear through its skull without difficulty. Brain, murky blood stains my face and body. Bringing my left foot up, I press off against this creatures chest extracting my sword, in high guard with both my hands on it firmly now. I turn delivering a deadly blow to a chest, just as its claws cut into the upper of my back. The tender skin hangs disturbingly open. Pain! No time to think, I continue this onslaught without mercy. I give into the bloodlust and let it consumes me completely.
Emptiness! I stand alone in the forest clearing. Breathe, I tell my shaking beaten body. Staring at their lifeless bodies mangle upon each other. Time seems to stand still, even if for a short moment. My wounds heal but both our blood cling onto my body, a reminder of the heartless monster I have become. A Glittery gleam of the sun breaks through the sky, makes me come to my senses. Time! Need to keep moving. Now. Only a matter of time before more creatures are sent to capture me. I Collect the two small blades and shelter them into there secret sheaths, I decide to head to the lake in the distance. Hope in vain that it will mask my scent from what ever is to come for me next. Barefoot I walk on, I make it to the treeline ‘Evelyn’ such a quiet whisper I nearly thought I had imagined it completely. Heart pounding. I glance over my right shoulder, to a pair of glaring pitch black eyes. The assassins leader, props himself up while he still grasps his chest wound tightly. Not breaking eye contact. Like a snake ready for it's final prey, I stalk over to him slow and silent.
Softly I run my hand down to the inner side of my left thigh, erotically tranquilizing slowly, withdrawing the blood stained blade. His black eye's watch intensively to my every movement. I Drop to my right knee beside him, with my blade pressing just hard enough to see a little line of blood drip down his neck. Deadly still, probably scared for its worthless life as I could easily slit his throat with a flick on my wrist. Pleasure of that thought brings a seductively sweet smile to my lips. Moving my face closer to his, our lips a bare breath away from each other. I whisper “Ready to die!” I dig the side of the blade deeper into the tender skin of his neck, forcing him to lay completely on the forest floor, my left hand pulls roughly downwards at his matted black dirty hair. Exposing more of his neck to me. My left leg going around his waist, now I am a top of him in a dominating position. No way to escape, Death! The only thing left for him now, but still this creature makes no protest. No attempt to defend himself. Nothing, just those dark eye’s that stare intensely at me. I lean my face down closer to his neck, my tongue traces up the line of blood that drips down. Intoxicated. I hear his blood starts to pump faster and faster around his body, his veins look even more enticing now that my thirst is centre front of my mind. A groan escapes his lips. My teeth lightly penetrate through the skin at the side of his neck. Teasing. I feel his left hand caress my thigh, it ignites sensations buried so deep, even I thought lost, to surface through my body. Not being able to resist the temptation any longer l sink my teeth in deeply. His bittersweet blood flows inside my mouth, I greedily gulp down as much as possible. Trying to quench the thirst, I close my eye's in pure heavenly bliss. His hands clutch onto my thighs so tightly.
Pain! So Abruptly, my body clenches over in a torment of shock, suffering and horror. I stare at this monster but without really seeing him. Haunting memories assault my mind, it burns through to my very soul, flashing images of the night I don’t ever want to remember. My very own personal nightmare. I shake my head rapidly trying in vain to lose it. ‘my own blood strains my hands and lower body’ my body trembles for what I know is to come. ‘A new-borns first cry fills the silently cold night’ A scream of pure agony rips from my lips, I grind my teeth together. ‘bones being broken’ The sounds so surreal, as if it was happening again in this moment of insanity. red hot tears stream down my face, unable to withstand anymore. In tortured madness I stop it the only way I know how. Both my hand press against my head, not a thought cared, I crush my skull. Crack, Darkness!
Chapter 2 The Awakening
Mistakes. How can one living being make so many of them? Over and over again without fault. It stays within you, Locked. even if you have buried it deep down inside. That numb feeling that hits you right in the chest. where you panic like you can’t even catch ones breath. when it suddenly hits you when you least expect it. Desperately you try to grasp a breath only for that heavy weight to hold you under, without releasing you from its deadly grip. Times can change but past times can not. Burdens we carry on with us. Reminds. You can not run away from ones own self. Even if you truly wish it. The worst is you live on, carrying the knowledge that so many time's things could have been so different. Not even being able to justify ones own actions as being to naive or to blinded by love to see the real picture. Fault! I can lay fault at the monsters that were able to do it, but in my very soul I feel I am to blame. Everything comes back to my own chooses. I was once foolish to believe in love and for everything to be everlasting and happy. Oh how poetic I was back then. Without a care. Regardless of the destruction that would start to spread like wild fire the more time that passed us by. Every decision and action I make has a consequence to this domed world. People can be punished for other people's mistake, not even knowing who’s really to blame for their own suffering. Blindness. See I didn’t care about any of it, all I cared about was my own happiness. Are happiness. From when I was a small girl I was told that I had been chosen by our higher being. My body and soul were to be a sacred vessel. Pure, untouched. Needing to be protected at all costs. That every single drop of blood that pumps around my body was sacred to. There was a prophecy told about what the future was to hold for me, this world depended on it. For it’s own survival. It all fell on deaf ears. Unbelieving to the nonsense told to me by the elder widowers. Thoughts only of them trying to make me scared, into doing what they wanted me to do. Control. Over me and my future. I would not have it! I have been running from my past. Trying in vain to believe that it’s not who I was, or what I really am. Running and running. In this endless circle. Losing myself. The real me. Maybe that’s the real reason I’m running, cause I don’t know who or what I really am anymore...A soulless monster. Without any chance of redemption. A lost hope, in this downpour of misery. Broken. Without any chance to even be able to comprehend a different path in life. All I want is to finally be happy and free. Instead of this numbness. This empty pit of a hollow hole, where once I had cherished so dearly, my babe safely within. Now an agonizing memory. Of what once lost, is lost forever.
Drifting. Timelessly in and out of consciousness as my body slowly start's to repair it’s self. Blistering warmth assault my skin. flickers of orange and yellow colours pass my closed eyelids to the black of the night sky. The only real indication of the time passing by. A gentle sensation of floating endlessly about without any real direction, only at the mercy of the harsh cold winds pushing back and forth. Sounds come and go all around me. Unrecognisable as the darkness begins to descent shutting my mind off to complete nothingness just an empty void. Where anything is possible. Black and white dots appear dancing together to a mute melody. Motions so violently spinning out of control. Helpless into giving into the oblivion. Unwilling to arouse back into the world that has nothing to hold me. Apart from punishment. My own endless guilt and heartache. Eternity’s could have been and gone while I stay in this half state of lifelessness.
The silence shattered. All around me. Mutters of conversation grow closer over head, not able to make any sense of the words quickly spoken aloud. Disorganised. Weightless as if my body has taken flight. Swaying Free from the ties of this earth into the clouds above. Finally. I faintly smile into the light of freedom and the heavenly blissfulness, ready to meet my maker at last.
My eyes flutter open as if in a dreamlike trance. Confusion. I’m in a strange foreign room, my vision is blurry i can only focus directly above. Dark wooden planks make the ceiling, the rest of my eyesight was seeing double of everything as soon as I move my head. A head ache takes a hold thinking about it all. Everything overpowers my senses all at once. Nausea. My whole body hurts like never before, the pain throbs in all of my muscles, even by the slightest of movements. What has happened to me? My head moves around on it’s own record, to look for something but my mind just can’t comprehend any of it. Paralyzed into place. Vulnerable. The pounding in my head is excruciating, like being stabbed continuously over and over again without a break. Within minutes I can feel the overwhelming feeling of heaviness taking over my whole body and dragging me back down under.
The sound of waves as it continuously clashes against something, awaken me. A groan escapes my parched lips, the overpowering smell of sea salt assaults my senses. Confusion, as I start to become fully conscious and more aware of my surrounding. The first thing that comes to mind is, where am I and how did I get here? reluctantly I open my eyes slowly blinking a few times, luckily its night fall, my eyes start to focus. I take everything in as my eyes adjust to the candlelit room. Unrecognisable to me. In Search of answers, On-board a ship of some kind. The room or cabin had a wooden desk with maps spread messily over it, there were three large glass stained windows looking out to the night sky and the ocean below at the back off the room, a door to the far right closed shut. Apart from the small bits of furniture the room was Empty. Apart from myself. I lay on a bed in cotton covering. Half naked. Except for an over sized shirt that fell mid-thigh. Clean. Someone had to of scrubbed my body raw, to have cleaned off all of the dried blood and filth from years of being captive. My hair still a half matted mess of disarray tangles.
Drained, my body protesting as I rise up from the bed, off-balance I take it slowly, my bare feet touch the ground. Cold to the touch, once standing myself fully I walk towards the only thing that jumps out to my attention at this present time. A old wooden table/desk. I scan quickly over the maps I notice the compass with sharp points and quickly grab it. That could work as a type of weapon of defence. These maps have nothing of interest, or any information of who was on board this ship. Two candles were alight, warmth spreads over my right hand as my fingers toy with the flames. Casting shadow to dance wildly around the cabins walls. I blow both of the delicate flickers of light out. Eliminating the light in the room, to darkness. Towards the closed-door I silently close in the distance making sure to keep my footsteps as light as humanly possible. Softly I try to turn the handle but stop short of myself. Voices, coming in the direction beyond the door. Steadily I take a step backwards and press my back into the right side of the wall beside the closed door. Compass clench tight in my right hand. Anticipation builds in my body as the foot steps get nearer and nearer. I can hear the person take an inhale of breath, before the handle firmly starts to turn. The door opens as the person steps inside the room fully. I grab him by the back of his shirt pinning him into the now closed-door with the sharp point of the compass pressing into the artery. On the right side of his neck the vain is nice and visible. The wind gets knock out of him in pure shock of the situation. Without any moment to delay ‘where are we? What destination is planned for this Voyage? Don’t even think of doing something foolish' I demand. Glaring into his eyes, daring him to challenge me. Patiently I wait for a response, my eyes quickly search his masculine form double checking for any signs of weapons.
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.11.2010
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