Resurrection

Chapter One - Arielle

Arielle.

My feet pelted on the cobblestone path of the abandoned street. The noise of my trainers pounding against the porous rock ricochets on the terraced houses, but the noise is still quiet enough to keep me mostly hidden. The muscles in my legs begin to burnt as I pushed myself, forcing every step, going further and further to my destination. Exhaustion was slowly beginning to take over my body, if I didn't stop for a break soon, I'd drop. But I refused to give in. I had no choice, I had to make it. My lightweight leather leggings made it easier to move, less can be said for this bulky shithouse of a leather jacket, it was beginning to hinder me. My white tank top would have to be enough cover for now. I flung the leather jacket to the ground, leaving it without a second glance.

This was my last chance, if I failed now, I would undoubtedly be dead by dawn. That was if I was able to die, which I wasn't. My jet black hair whipped across my face forcing the worried thoughts to the back of my mind. I needed to be 100% concentrated on completeing the task that would keep me from being locked away. There was too much at stake, the literal world depended on it.

The moons light created the perfect shades of darkness, ensuring that I could manoeuvre with safety throughout the street. I flitted between shadows, trying my hardest to escape the light, as though I was a prisoner about to be caught in a strobe light.

Still running at a steady, superhuman speed, the moon had betrayed me, no longer providing me the refuge of the shadows. I needed to be higher, at a vantage point, and fast. I quickly checked my surrounding, spinning and running backwards for a second to make sure I wasn't being followed or watched. Quickly, I bent my knees and leaped high up onto the rooftops like it was no trouble at all, landing gracefully without slowing down.

As I dropped and jumped between the rooftops, I could see my surroundings perfectly. Wooden white shutters line the street, beautifully flowered hanging baskets swayed in the slight wind I created with my swiftness. Had I been a normal human being in this life, maybe if of liked to live here. Sitting on a balcony, with Karen gossiping about the whole neighbourhood.

Alas, there was nothing normal about me and my life, and the sad thing was I loved it that way. Not everyone got to experience and see the things I had over the hundreds of years I'd existed. I wasn't about to throw that all away, just to sit and sip some tea with a twat.

Neigh, I craved the excitement of what I did day in day out. Killing demons, cleansing the world. A small smile crept on my face as I spotted my destination up ahead. Excitement and anxiety crept into my stomach, butterflies fighting the anxiety away. This is what I always craved, the fight and battle to the death. A war I knew I'd always win. Being unable to die had the certainty of victory.

At the top of a small hill sat a tiny church, that was no larger than a usual house. White wood panels lined the outside of the building, creaking with anticipation of my arrival. The black roof loomed from its throne above the houses, the cross of the almighty sat perched at the front. Hardly surprising that this was the place. It vibrated with creepy as fuck vibes. Good job I thrived off creepy. I was the Queen of creepy when I wanted to be.

As I reach the end of the rooftops, I drop to the ground almost silently from the safety of my vantage point. I place my back flat against the cold brick of the building, checking every point around me ensuring it was clear. Satisfied, I crouched and stealthily slid my way across the street and up the stone path to the haunting black doors.

As I trapsed my way up the stone steps, the grass that lined the hill was beginning to wilt, turning grey and black. Something was siphoning the energy inside.