Descendant of Death

Pilot

Episode One- Series Premiere

Angela runs as far and fast as her feet will allow her. She had never felt this way before. The way she could feel her blood flowing through her veins, the way all her senses had became amplified.

She could hear him coming, but it was slow. She knew he was fast than that, he enjoyed the hunt. It perhaps made the kill more exhilerating.

She hides behind a tree and remains silent. The forest is vacant, and all sound has ceased to exist. She knew it was too good to be true.

She felt his hand touch her shoulder. She became petrified, and right before her flashed her somewhat wonderful life. She turned and looked into his cherry red eyes that functioned as flashlights.

"Who are you?" She trembled.

"I'm Lazarus Corridor, the Descendant of Death." He smirked, then snapping her neck and consuming her antoxicating blood.

†Descendant of Death†

Johanna stares out of the apartment window down at the wet street. The rain was her favorite weather, but was common in Seattle. Not only was it rain capital, but witch capital.

The world knew of supernatural entities, and because so, both humans and immortals had different governments within one.

Witches were the dominant race. Out of the fifty states in the U.S witches possessed twenty, which was a lot. Vampires were a fierce competitor at eighteen. Because of struggle for power, witches and vampires were at a state of war. It even caused humans to take sides.

"You have to come today." Jeremiah puts his coat on.

"I know I should, but I don't think I can. We had coven meetings with dad. It wouldn't be the same without him." Johanna sighed.

"I know but maybe you can come in honor of him." Jeremiah suggests.

"I guess I'll go, on one condition." She gets up.

"What might that be?" He inquired.

"The second I feel uncomfortable, I am allowed to leave." She says.

"Deal. Now let's go, everyone is waiting on us.

The Aquarius Coven met every other day in the basement of Seattle Brew, the coffee shop owned by the coven leader. As Johanna shuts herself inside the cab she could feel a presence. She just didn't know what it was.

††

The gathering place was the same as she had left it. There were hanging beads like you would expect a hippie to own. Lava lamps are spread across the room too. Candles sit idly burning on every table in there.

"Johanna, you've returned." Persis ran over and gave her a hug.

Johanna hated Persis. She had good intentions but she could come across wrong and was somewhat of a kiss up to Clarissa, the coven leader. He hair was so blonde that it almost appeared as white as her skin which was blinding, even for a Seattle native.

"I'm here." Johanna felt uncomfortable.

"We all missed you dearly. I am so sorry about your dad, he was a vital organ to our community." She looks into Johanna's vacant eyes.

"I would really appreciate it if you quit kissing my ass." She became annoyed with Persis.

"Johanna!" Jeremiah nudges her. " Please excuse her, she's a bit stressed out." He turns to Persis.

"I understand, fully. I'm sorry you feel that way Jo." Persis says.

"Everyone gather around." Clarissa calls out. Everyone formed into a circle around a cluster of burning candles.