New Beginnings...Maybe

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****Sorry it has been taking a while. I write this story in a small book first and then am typing it. I am kind of a slow typer. Any way on with the show...or story I mean.


Cynthia Ayn Silver was running always running.

Her long black hair flowing behind a flawless face and striking yellow-green eyes. Behind her was a pair of bright fuchsia eyes and a dark figure. She heard the pound of metal boots against the ground getting closer.

It caught her, and she woke up


*** Cynthia's P.O.V.

A dream, just a dream! a bloody dream! I got up and looked around. Nothing new, same abandoned old factory. I grabbed her black daggers and left my makeshift home. I ran out the exit.

I looked about the streets and alleys for something to steal for food. There was a small child about thirteen and an attractive, perfect looking man in a tailcoat. I stalked the pair who were walking past . The butler had a bag of groceries.

The streets had to clear a bit before I could make a clean get-away.

I started walking closer to the pair. As soon I was close enough, I charged the butler. I managed to grab the bag. The man looked surprised and the boy let out a yelp. I glanced into the man's eyes. They were the same as the thing had in my dream.

He looked straight into my eyes. "A Reaper?" I heard him mumbled. I bolted away with the groceries. "Sebastian go after her!" the boy yelled. The man charged after me, causing me to pick up my pace. I rounded a corner and ran down an alley. In the bag were various spices, vegetables, flour and steak. A really good cut of steak. I shifted into my cat form and started to eat it (her human form can't digest raw meat).

Less than a moment later I heard foot steps getting closer. "I never thought I would see you...," I turned back into my human form and pulled out my daggers.

The man appeared behind me brandishing.... butter knives? He lunged at me, swinging his knives at my neck missing by mere inches. I growled, the man smiled, " Nice dodge not many people can dodge my attacks. You sho-." His statement was cut short by a foot to his side which knocked the wind out of him.

Sebastian P.O.V

Hell is she fast I give her that. She was coming in for another attack, and I blocked the woman's daggers with my butter knives. What the odd thing was why did she have eyes that looked like a Reaper's. The woman had bright green-yellow eyes, a Shinigami. Did I just see cat ears?


***Normal P.O.V.

Cynthia had bounced back and was coming in again for third attack. She and Sebastian engaged in hand to hand combat, well more like dagger to butter knife combat. They kept dodging and parrying but neither managed to strike the other again.

Cynthia was tiring rather quickly now. She had to escape and get out of here. She was just about to start fleeing when she felt a pain in her shoulder. She looked down to find a butter knife sticking out of her left shoulder.

"Great, just bloody perfect," she thought as she was losing control of her dominant arm. She started slashing with her dagger in her opposite hand. "I ain't going down without a fight." It was and uphill battle because not long after that was a long cut across going across her right wrist.

Cynthia kept fighting and did not stop. Around a minute later of what seemed like useless flailing, she found 3 knives in her gut.

She was losing blood quickly. Sebastian noticed this as her movements became more sluggish. "You seem to not have much more time before time before you pass out Madam," He said in a rich voice.

Cynthia fell to the ground. Everything was fading and going dark.

Just before she passed out she heard and saw the boy from before. " What took you so long Sebastian?"

"Sorry, my Lord, This was one was very good at combat."

"That is surprising. Bring her back to the manor."

"Yes, my Lord."

Cynthia then passed out.


****Sorry again. The first chapter is finally completed school work has been a bit of a problem. I have also been having family issues which keep me up late and I don't feel motivated to write the next day.

****Sorry for a third time, I deleted this chapter and am republishing it. I at first made the story private.

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