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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

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