There Will Be Blood by Brieanna Boyce (bookstand for reading txt) 📕

nice and open, candles were lit and the tub was filled with bubbles. The biggest source of light were large bay windows, which had a beautiful array of flowers growing right outside.

I gaped at the scenery the gorgeous array of flowers and couldn't help but smile. I disrobed and relaxed in the tub and whistled queen's "I want to break free."

I than took my backpack (previously Fang's)and took out the files, why would a vampire keep files like this? I mean we had computers nowadays and if it were hidden anywhere else but a documents folder I probably would not be able to find it.

Perhaps it was because vampires were older and not fond of computers, or maybe they wanted me to find this.

I shook my head that last part was absurd why would she want me to learn more and find these?

First I opened the file that was marked "werewolves" I opened it reading. It gave a description of myths and lore around werewolves, stuff about full moons and silver bullets, different societies names for them and the same old usual that could probably be found from a Wikipedia page. The next page gave way to a written document.

"Since the arrival of Skylar Dubrinsky, and the discovery of her abilities it is clear that this half-ling is capable of wielding great power. The threat of werewolves has been underestimated and it has become apparent to me that her capture and the eradication of the werewolf species is of insurmountable importance to our kind.

Little is known about werewolf kind and the sparse group of hunters left. Most of our knowledge of their kind is based off folklore and it is of no doubt that they know a great deal more about us. However as we struggle to learn more of them do not fear for what we lack in knowledge of them is made up by our staggering numbers. Even so we should learn more and not underestimate our foes. If you obtain any knowledge it is your duty to inform me immediately. With this is Eldrich Friedman's theories on werewolves, their conditions, what can kill them and their location. There's still much more we need to learn of them but I have no doubt in the combined effort of our species."

Skylar sighed and tossed that file lightly aside looking through the file of Eldric Friedman, which contained anatomical sketches and notes. There also within it contained a letter:

"Your Highness,
It has come to my attention that the condition of a werewolf is not much different to the genetic mutations experienced within our own kind. I am not yet sure what separates vampires and werewolves. Though I have captured one subject and analyzed his blood thoroughly.

I had made an attempt to perform an autopsy and found it to be a failure, for whatever reason regardless of whether the werewolf was in it's "wolf state" or "human state" it always returns to it's human state once it dies. This may be a defense mechanism, a result of evolutionary tactics to keep the werewolf status "under wraps" as it were.

I am aware that the werewolf fledgling is stronger than a vampire fledgling at least when in it's wolf state. However in it's human state it is weakest.

Some of the myths (similar to vampirism is based in some form of the truth)It seems that although shooting a werewolf with a silver bullet isn't going to kill them it may temporarily weaken or stun them this is of course as you know no more than an educated guess. The reasons behind this seem unclear also but I am conducting rigorous studies now to find out why. However I do not know how and if the moon affects werewolves this again needs more looking into. I will continue my studies though and allot to you whatever information I find.

Sincerely,
Eldrich Friedman"


I found a disturbing picture next to the surprisingly old looking professor next to a boy he was performing an autopsy on. The boy had dark skin and long black hair his body adorned with strange tattoos. His muscles were cut, his flesh peeled back different needles and pins holding it back. I instantly shoved the folders back inside the backpack. I than sighed, and got out of the bath tub not even the perfect ambiance could keep me there. I wrapped a towell around myself and proceeded out the door when I saw Alfred the butler. I grabbed my bag and approached him.

"If you'd be so kind as to follow me," he began walking down a hallway as I followed distracted. The walls were covered in fine art and decorated with a great deal of taste. It was odd thus far his tastes seemed that of a vampire. I'd never seen werewolves live among such riches, I wonder how Adelino managed.

"This is your room miss, you will find clothes in the cabinet."

I looked confused, "You have women's clothes in your guest rooms?"

Alfred shrugged, "Adelino likes to entertain."

I hit my head with the palm of my hand, he was a rich, handsome man, of course he entertained women.

"Something wrong miss?"

I looked over to Alfred whom was still standing at the doorway. "No not at all... Thank you very much now if you pardon me I would like very much to dress."


Alfred bowed, "Very well than miss sleep well."

I nodded, "You as well."

I watched him leave the room and thought how odd it was that I would never age. I looked outside and saw everything bathing in the sad silver light of the moon. It seemed time passed in a blur these days, It seemed i was 1,000 years old now. Days melted into months, months into years, the past was as clear as the present, the present seemed distant, and the future... other than the queens blood seemed impossible.

I sifted through the mohagony wardrobe and put on a blue nightgown. Than the thought occured to me that this is what Tristan had to face, this nightmare, eternal life... and Adoni... he would never have a future... would never grow old... I was never going to see him smiling, graduating highschool, getting married... I'd never see him again...

I walked through a beautiful terrace, its enormous size was daunting the ground felt like ice under my feet and the air held the winter's chill. The trees and plants were all lined perfectly, as if soldiers at attention. Their were lights piercing the veil of night giving everything a gold undertone. I took a deep sigh and watched as my breath caused small tendrils of mist to rise into the air. Ther were impressive statues lining the cement aisle as well. I turned my attention towards where the aisle lead and saw a beautiful very large fountain. At the bottom there seemed to be men reaching and blowing on horns. As the fountain rose higher the gold figures get smaller until their stood on a high pedastal a woman. It seemed she was amidst chaos, but I couldn't understand the context of the fountain.

Just than he appeared, and I due to disbelief fell to my knees. It was him... his blue eyes seemed distant and sad, his mouth pulled into a straight line.

"We don't have long..."

I looked at him remebering the angle of his jaw, the sadness in his blue eyes, the shadow which carressed his face, he seemed too to have aged, not physically of course but his soul.

He walked over to me and held out a hand to help me up. I tossed myself in his arms holding him close.

"I missed you..."

He wrapped his arms around me, "I missed you too."

"You can't win."

I looked up at him, he was defeated, she had broken him. The queen broke him.

"I can't let her do this... I can't have all of this be for nothing... I can't let her live not for what she did." My voice broke and tears seemed to break free of their bonds. He kissed me hurriedly, almost absently, and ran. I tried to run to him but he ran into the darkness and no matter how much I threw myself against the wall I couldn't get through.

Than I saw Adoni, his green eyes seeming serious, he didn't hug me, didn't smile, just stepped out of the darkness and stared.

"Adoni... Adoni... it's me."

"I know who you are...."

He still did nothing staring silently. He seemed hard, not like Tristan, Tristan was always distant, always seemed to have sadness tinging his eyes. But Adoni... Adoni had been a kid, he was a little sad because of mom's death but he always had a hint of laughter in his eyes. Not anymore though, he now seemed to have resentment, anger, things that weren't very common with his nature.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me think you were dead?"

"I... Adoni I was trying to protect you please... please believe me... I thought I was doing what's best..."

"By making us think you were dead?!"

"Adoni," I reached for him, choking on my sobs begging and pleading, "I didn't mean it. Adoni... Please... I love you so much..."

Adoni stepped away looking at me his jaw tensed his eyes burning with anger, even hatred. He backed once again into the shadows.I banged against the surface angrily, my fists becoming bloody and worn. Than I saw my mother her red hair curling perfectly around her shoulders, her wide green eyes and her plump lips which were pouting.

"Oh Skylar dear..."

"This is all your fault!" I shrieked, "You brought this on me, on our family!"

Mother just stood and shook her head, "You had such lovely hair why did you cut it off?"

"I didn't want to look like you!" I stormed up to her, "I don't want to put my loved ones in danger like you did!"

"And how has that worked out for you is everyone safe?"

I teared up and fell into her arms, she was right. Who was I to judge the only difference was she stayed and I left but in the end... we both hurt people. We ruined lives, and as long as we were keeping track I'd destroyed more lives than she had.

I sniffed, "Mom?"

"Yes love?" She pet my head and I couldn't hep but revel in the comfort of her sweater's feel against my face or the smell of lilacs that clung to her.

"Do you think it's fate? Do you think it's really hopeless to fight this? Do you think I'm fighting a hopeless battle, should I even go on?"

My mother backed up for a moment and cupped my face, "That depends on you, do you believe in fate? Do you believe your life's set in stone? Do you believe that there's nothing you can do to right this wrong?"

"I- I don't know mom... I just don't know, I need help."

Mom smiled down at me sadly and kissed my forehead, "You need to find yourself again, you've been lost amidst the chaos of this past year... you've gone through so much change, amidst so much adversity and I know had you another mother maybe none of this would've ever happened. I do apologize. When you know love when you find it you'll find it hard to let go of. Than again your a much stronger person than I ever