Bloodlust: A Alpha Que's Legacy (August Alsina)

Prologue: part 1

What is a nightmare?
When all you see is darkness?
When there is no light.
What is darkness, filled with emptiness.
Filled with fear of the unknown.

Filled with creatures of the night.
Filled with evil.
Filled with night life of the damned.
Filled with fear.
What is fear, what is a nightmare.

What is running for fear life.
Wake up in utter darkness.
With sweat running down the face.
What is life without fear.

Filled with creatures.
Filled with soul takers.
Filled with blood thirsty animals.
Filled with heartless beast.

What is a nightmare?
A nightmare is what we all fear.
And this nightmare is lurking for blood.
Fear what you can't see.
Fear... the bloodlust.

- Genevieve Nicole Peterson -

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Los Angeles, California: is where i'm from. Where all the rich, bougie, tough, and reckless people reside. But I now live in DEEP SOUTH known as Texas. Attending Texas Southern University, yes, a HBCU. My life is pretty decent, my life was pretty branded into this. From my mother, down to her great-grand father, and so on and so forth. I was made to be here. But, me, and how I am? I'm pretty bland. You can say I'm pretty down to earth and simple minded person. But I'd rather be that, and not like most of the weirdos in California. I have a supporting family and a loving younger sister: well entirely she is just a year under me. Who is actually still a pain in my ass. As far as school wise, I'm pretty invisible, unlike her, she became popular, and I'm fine with that. I'm the average college nerdy girl. I'll never change for anyone or let anyone change me. I was born this way, no one can take that from me. But one walk. One fight. One wrong turn. One dark deathly full moon covered night. And my life will never be the same. And, that all changed tonight...

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I was walking down the Moon light path, it was named that because every full moon this path was lit ever so beautifully. The path was curved so smoothly with a nice gravel finish. But this was not my daily routine after my classes. One wrong turn on this path and you'll be lost in nature made maze woods. So to say I felt weirded out was an understatement. Which I never felt this way before, the chills just would stop running down my spine. It was foggy, and the smell coming from the woods made my flare my nose. I was glad that the only bright light I had came from the big full moon. Toting my bag on my shoulder. It was a breezy brisk night. I had my phone out and up to my ear. I was trying to call my younger sister, but she wasn't answering her phone.

"Hi, you've reach Cynthia-" I just hung up and slid it back into my coat pocket. Like who is she to send me to voicemail. We were supposed to walk home together anyway. I had to tell her something that couldn't wait till I got home, I had allowed her to take my car, now look what I had to go through.  Cynthia wasn't supposed to be home in the first place. Matter of fact, I wasn't even sure if the heffa was home.

The wind was whipping and whistling, blowing right through my thin coat on this October night. The California weather was nice, but no so nice this time of the year. As I continued on the path to my house, I tried to ignore my discomfort from the cold, but it felt as if, someone of something was following me. Better yet, watching me. I never had this feelings before and I walked down this path from time to time.

It was weird but it was like someone was talking to me. But, I knew that was just the leaves crunching underneath me and the wind whining and whistles harder. As I got even more nervous and began to walk a little faster but not to fast. I knew how to defend myself- a little bit.