"Ashley?" asked Skylar, my one and only friend in this hell hole.
I told her where I was, I knew my voice betrayed me.
Skylar scurried though, asking what was wrong, before she had even gotten though my dorm door.
As she opened the door I prepared myself. Her eyes popped open with shock and fear, I could smell it, radiating off her skin like perfume.
I was covered in blood, cuts and bruises to I can understand why she stood like that for a moment.
"They made me do it again." I sobbed not knowing if it actually came from me, it most certainly didn't sound like me but I found myself rocking back and forth.
"They...m-made you kill?" asked Skylar her mouth dropping as shock past over her entire body.
I gave a sadistic nod as a tear betrayed me and rolled down my bloodied cheek making a clear skin path form where it rolled. Skylar bent down beside me slowly and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Everything's gonna be fine." Skylar whispered as she helped me up onto my feet. I stumbled a bit.
That's when I realised, six more... "Six more, then that's it." I whimpered, I knew that I had said too much already "Am going for a shower." I said coldly, brushing her off wiping the dry tears away and keeping them at bay.
SKylar stood there for a moment after I had shut the bathroom door, she was wondering why I had been such a bitch to her and what the hell I meant by "I couldn't tell her" but if she knew, she would only wish she had never asked.
***
I stood in the shower thinking of all the Lycans I had killed and I only had six more to go, only six... then I would see my mother again and hopefully that would be enough to bring back my mother I thought to myself.
I sighed wondering why it had to be me and not some one else, why it was my mother who had to be stolen away and tortured somewhere I cant get to, why it was my father who had to never be there for me and now these people who haunted me and caged me like an animal.
I felt as though I could not stand it any longer, I switched off my shower and wrapped my towel around my body.
After I had gotten dried and dressed I curled up in my bed and fell asleep, but not easily. I remembered all the names that I owned- all the werewolves that I had killed- my mother's and my journal under my bed, with everything in it.
My dream was the same as always, always those three numbers swirling around my head...
666.
666.
666.
Over and over, it was never ending.
***
Funny thing is, with my father being a Vampire (apparently) and my mother being ahunter, she was a original blood line so technically she was a Olden hunter , I had very special powers.
It came with a few advantages, I could read minds, persuade minds, move things with my mind and move Elements and more- I just didn't know at the time.
But that just made it easier to kill.
Even without all of these, I was still a killer; I was super fast and nearly invisible and had wicked fighting skills.
I knew what I was; I was half and half, Vampire and Hunter, Monster and Predator.
I was only sixteen and so much had happened and so much had not, I was a daughter without a mother, a child without a father, a girl becoming a monster.
