UnPure

Prologue

UnPure

There was a sea of white bodies surrounding them. The UnHolys. The Demons. The Damned. There was only one left out of the group, the rest in a bloodied heap on the ground. People watched in awe as an unidentifiable carcass of a Lycan became one of a bare, bruised Mortal. Everyone became silent once they saw the man that had been in the form of a Wolf. He’s cold, dead, lifeless eyes stared deep into each and every one of our souls and asked us if this was fair. The thing was that some people saw this fit as they shattered the silence with their cries of victory.

The last one standing stood there, strapped to a board, looking at all of us in disgust. The Vampyre cursed us with his thick heavy accent making it hard to understand him. I noticed a girl standing in the midst of the crowd with a silent tear rolling down her flawless, porcelain skin. Vampyre.

“We will make them suffer as we did! They do not deserve to breathe the same air as we! They are unholy beings, unfit of God! We will rid our worlds of them! They deserve to die!” A man shouted, throwing his steel sword into air, the Lycans’ blood still glistening off of the silver. The crowd erupted into cheers of agreement. “Who will do the honors of stripping this Demons life away?”

“I will,” I called out. The crowd cheered and clapped again, pushing me onto the makeshift stage. The girl narrowed her eyes at me as she silently pushed her way through the crowd, worried for the other Vampyre. I pulled the blade that was hidden in my jacket out and stepped closer. He struggled against his binds, grunting in pain as the chemicals infused with it burned his skin. The smell of his brunt flesh stung my nose as I looked into his eyes and pressed the knife against his abdomen.

“You will all rot in hell!” he spoke. Of course nobody else could understand his native language. Only Vampires still used Ligurian. Just as I plunged the blade into the crook of his chest, she screamed.  She clutched her chest thrashing on the ground. I heard the crowd gasp and sirens started going off. People instantly dispersed and hid in fear of being caught. I pulled the blade back out, his black blood staining my hands, and quickly unstrapped his arms. He hissed in pain as he fell.

“You must take her and go,” I told him as I heard the sirens getting closer. He looked up at me in confusion, before going to speak. Not being able to hear him over the commotion I just nodded my head and hurried him on. He quickly picked up the girl and was gone by the time I blinked my eyes.

 The bodies of the other Vampyre and Lycan still sat there, already rotting. This wasn’t fair. They couldn’t change who they were, or what they were born into. It was their race. I quickly pulled up the hood to my jacket and ran into the dark trees. It was the only place I was ever truly safe, because I was an UnPure, also.