Azara stormed into a tepee throwing the body, the first person who had attacked her on the beach, onto the floor.
"What... is... that?" Azara spat, pointing at the body.
Everyone looked at the body.
There were three people in the tent, the man who had looked blankly down at the fire woman when she had died, Dakota, and an elderly man in a wheelchair.
"Where did you find him?" the blank man asked.
"They came out of the water on the north side of the island," Azara said.
"They?" Dakota asked.
"Two of them are now dead," Azara responded. "What were they?"
"They were vampires," the old man said in a strained voice.
"Vampires?" Azara repeated raising an eyebrow.
"A long time ago," the old man started, "our great chief was hunting in the woods when he saw a woman and two men emerge from the foliage. They had white skin which glittered as they stepped into the light. Their eyes... were blood red."
The fire crackled as a log shifted, and a shower of sparks flew, illuminating the old man's face.
"Our chief never came back."
"Over the next three weeks, ten people in our village disappeared," Dakota said, his face ashen.
"These vampires are stronger and faster than regular humans. The only way to kill them is by dismemberment and then a burning of their bodies," the blank man said stiffly.
"If you dismember them without burning them, they will just reconstruct themselves," Dakota explained.
"Well, damn then," Azara said.
"Why?" Dakota asked, tilting his head at her.
"If those were vampires, then we have a problem... I sort of... may have... not incinerated one," Azara said.
"Why didn't you kill the vampire?" the blank man accused in disgust.
Azara snapped, and the vampire who was now trying to crawl away burst into flames.
"I tried to, but how was I supposed to know that you had to set them on fire?" Azara retorted.
"There is nothing we can do now but prepare for an attack," the old man said. "Dakota... show Azara the guardians."
Dakota bowed slightly and gestured for Azara to follow as he walked out of the tepee.
Time skip
Azara followed Dakota into a giant field, where four young men awaited them.
"Hey, gang," Dakota said to the group. "This is Azara... she is our new fire spirit."
"This girl," a slightly older boy said, stepping forward with a sneer.
Immediately, Azara darted forward, grabbing the boy's arm and flipping him to the ground.
"I think she can handle it," a boy with a mischievous smile said.
"Fine," the young man, whom Azara had thrown to the ground, admitted as he stood up and dusted off his pants.
"The name's Rex," the mischievous boy said. "Welcome to the pack."
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Azara Origins
Hayran Kurgu|Twilight Au | Fanfiction| As a pilot in the American Civil War, Azara crashes on a mysterious island, and finds she is not alone. There, she transforms into what she is now and is drawn into the Southern Vampire Wars. In her new role Azara finds b...
