Lydia
I just froze there for a very long time, heads cocked, observing the house that strangely burning even on the rainy day and the thunder striking every cloud in the sky. I shivered in the extreme cold that somehow I lost my jacket. Just by the fifteenth time the thunderstruck, the reality beat me again, hard.
That's the thing.
The game's not over yet.
Even at this moment, they will never stop hunting me down like a dog. They hunt, I run and hide, vicious circle like a cat chasing-play with a mouse. A loud group of inaudible voices shook the wet earth, I swear to God that neither of those high-pitched cries is easy to interpret.
My skin crawled out of my body, the goosebumps caught chill down my spine. Every hair of me rose involuntarily, the rapid pulse down at the left side of my breastbone was hydraulic speed. Every muscle of me itching to move, tell me to do something, anything.
As I said, every day in every second of my life I've always been hunted by my enemies, even you just take a break of the last 10 minutes ago and still, in absolute possibility there's someone who wants to kill you, rip you apart and take out your heart.
So I did what I have to do, headed back to the car as I have my hand slipped my ammo bag and fished my gun, with Nightshade sword on my other hand as I stood there bravely. A rotten smell of wet dog and hunting aura was getting close, in the way I see it, could be more...damn it!
My body soaking wet and I move my damp curls off my face, fire crackling from behind. I caught the smell of something else besides the smoke and ash. It smells of spice and ice crystals, decaying thread of blood, and something dying or undead.
You have got to be kidding me, I mumbled. I'm outnumbered and alone and trust me, 15 is not a good age to die. My nose stiffened the air once more. Please anyone tells me that it's not what it is what I think it is. It can't be...
Bloodsuckers, vampires, Cold Ones. Whatever you called it, basically they all the same. Same white skin, same bloodlust, same looks, but I think the sensible question is, who are they?
No time to figure that out girl, my survival instinct told me. Brace yourself, hold your thing and get ready. This is all on you. Yeah, I need to be brave. The world expects me to be. Or at least my dad, he's a pain and a nightmare, but he's an amazing fearless fighter.
He had fought thousands of battles with sweat, blood and tears beside his best men, Kristophe. He fights with honour while looking his enemy dead in the eye. He's a man who doesn't know fear. That's who he is, but I'm not my father.
Come on Lydia, my inner-self whispered. What dad will do? If he's here, what he would do? And the uncountable, unanswered, unspoken questions were all answered by one reply: He would definitely pick up anything he could use, and show these savages a lesson, and arrogantly said "Pick up someone on your size", and the message came with a package of cutting and ripping their despicable heart open!
I hunched my shoulders further, steadied on whatever that stands in my way. It's a huge fighting spirit it gave me. A hissing came from the blurred black shadow, it's eerie and chilling.
Then I saw a glimpse of yellow, it was the colour of her hair. It was a female vampire, blond-haired and another one was a female brown furry werewolf, in animal-like shape with four sets of legs and paws. Thunder came with a blast of the strike, and another voice woke me in another world. "LYDIA!!!"
I turned my head in-the-between of second to that voice caught at my eardrums. A shape of tall and dark shadows approaching me with some super-speed pace.
Water splashes on his black jeans every time he took a step but he seems didn't care about it. He's so eager to go closer to me, but I can't believe he would.
Tears streaming down my face once more, it can't be him. He's still alive! I wanted to yell. He's alive and well, did he survived the fire? My eyes turned down to his head, same dark hair, same golden tan skin, same hazelnut-almond eyes....it's him.
"Ace!!!"
Before the female Cold Ones could turn her head, a flying dagger hit at the exact spot of the female Wild Wolves' head, the silver metal broke its skull. Blood splattered in the air, bits of meat scattered on the muddy ground.
The body landed and the rain washed the blood away, the bones inside the body snapped and cracked, it shrunk as the bone "engaged" smaller. The furry suit melted and crippled as the human skin started to grow, coated and "replaced" the torn skin.
A naked female body laid on the ground. The female vampire flinched by the knife-throwing skills that Ace got.
Good, now she would know to never mess with the Sharmans clan. Unfortunately, she couldn't have that chance, she's been shot when she's trying to get away. A headshot!
Are you okay? Are you hurt? How can you still be alive? Is Daniel safe? Is he also with you? How you guys survived the house that burning like hell?!
But the question was been saved for another good time. We're surrounded by vultures. "Come on" he grabbed my arm firmly that I almost squealed in pain. "Thank god you're o-" I trailed off when Ace cut in, "No time to talk, they coming for you, Lydia. We need to get out of here-"
Thunderstrike once more but other than that he was saying to me, it was all drained by the lightning. More companies came when we heard the second wave of that random voice again, and the same scent, only the difference is it doesn't scare me anymore. Since I've got Ace on my side and to know that I'm not fighting alone.
Thunder cracked, my skin released a hot sweat that smells of lavender. My sneakers sank to the ground, my survival instinct thrived inside my head.
A three black shadows swirling in front of us with inhuman speed. It hissed and snarled in a high frequency. It popped my ears and bang my head like a bell. "Get ready" Ace warned. I saw two pair of Cold Ones and one single Wild Wolves.
All male, one brown-haired and the other one were curly blonde-haired. Both look no older than 19. Wearing a black hoodie and black pants.
The brownie has a silver- cross shape axe and the blondie has a crossbow with numerous arrows strapped at his back.
They must have lived in the city, away from my father's reign. If not, they are wanted criminals.
The male Wild Wolves in real wolf-like shape with four legs, blackened fur and his eyes flashed of hatred and predatory gaze.
It growled deeply inside his chest and it acted like a string snapped my impulse inside the medulla oblongata.
Flying axe slicing the air and I flipped myself backwards in a gymnastics movement as I bent my flexible spine, for 360 degrees. Like a rainbow and finished as I land my feet.
All right, let's see what you got. The axe hit and smacked a tree with a powerful impact that kind of possibilities for human strength. I held my gun and aimed between the chest and head over that blondie.
Before I could pull the trigger, blondie rushed towards me and knocked the gun using his too-big hand as it slipped free from my hand. A drifting fist of mine went through his face but the slick blondie ducked out of the way, l kicked him in the stomach at the moment he tried to avoid the second attack of my flying fist.
His abdomen clenched tightly and I swung a good taste of punch to his handsome face. His head lifted to the left side, and I drew my sword and slashed his chest. Marked a huge "X" at his ribcage. Blood bursting and his body fell to the ground. Dead.
The brownie shot a couple of arrows towards Ace's head, but he managed to avoid slightly, for now. Ace kicked hard on the handicap with a terrific force.
He dropped at one knee and the dagger of Ace make a good line around his throat. Crimson blood soaked his shirt, his body fell. I give a surprising attack at the Wild Wolves by stabbed the sword on the chest, his rib broke and poked under his furry skin.
And what Ace had done this time was out of my expectation. Ace's clawed the werewolf's head and ripped it apart from his body, the flesh tore and blood sprayed the watery air.
It happened in unison with the strike of thunder. It's terrifying for me to see the half body without a head laid on the ground. The trachea split into two. I froze as fear flooded through me.
I saw the dark side of Ace, the violence and rage. Some red liquid spray smeared my face and my body trembling in disbelief. He was like an animal.
A beast of himself.
"Ace?" My voice went breathless. "Are you alright?" I grasped his arm, slowly. It soothed the anger down as I watched him gasped an air. "I'm fine" he answered bitterly. "Let's go"
And that was then, the true self of him.
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