Year 1756. The sound of sword meeting sword clashed through the night. Blood coated the ground like molasses, its sickly sweet stench filling the air. Brooke took a deep breath and filled her lungs with smell of the blood of her enemies a smile slowly covered her face. She twirled her finger through her flaming red curls and chuckled, “Who’s next."
As she slashed, ducked and weaved her way through men and women she thought back to the morning. It seemed like an ordinary morning until she heard the alarm call. She had raced to the pack house and asking, "What's going on?"
Her alpha had replied, "They are attacking."
She growled in fury, how dare they attack us we are their ancients. Brooke was from a race who called themselves the pure bloods. They had the strength and capabilities of all the supernatural creatures combined. Brooke was special though, she had been chosen as an elite assassin. This meant she had extra powers and was the best hunter in the world. She was their protector. Many respected and feared her, she was already a legend at only 100 years old. Which was a short time for many supernatural who lived forever. The pure bloods kept the balance and solved many interspecies problems. When there was a particularly nasty case on her leader’s hands they called her. She was known for getting the job done and taking no survivors. Many feared to speak her name, worried she would come after them and slaughter them for disrespect. Of course some of what was said about her was rumor, she would never kill an innocent or a child, any one else was fair game.
Lately, many of the supernatural races had become jealous and feared the pure blood's control over them. Before, if this had happened nothing would have come of it because pure bloods were so powerful. But lately there hadn’t been as many pure blood children as a result of pure bloods not finding their mates. Also many pure bloods had grown weary of their existence without a mate, choosing to end their life. Thus the dwindling pure blood race.
The three most powerful supernatural species, besides the pure bloods had banded together and created an unstoppable army. The vampires, werewolves, and cat shifters, along with many others such as witches and elves had finally attacked.
Brooke dodged, narrowly avoiding her head getting chopped off, pulled back to the present she frowned in confusion as enemy forces started retreating. Looking around she saw that she was the last pure blood standing, she let out a mournful howl. Her deep blue eyes glistened with hate as she stared at the retreating army. She shifted into a pure white wolf and chased after the figures in the distance. The only thing on her mind, revenge.
She sniffed the air as she shifted back into her human form, her brow wrinkled in confusion. The enemy had led her right back to her own house. It was out in the middle of the woods, she liked her privacy. The house looked more like a stone castle with a mote and everything, to keep people away.
As she stepped up to the door and slowly pushed it open, it appeared nothing was out of the ordinary, then again appearances could be deceiving. The door slammed shut behind her with a hollow thud. She ran over and tried to pull it open, but to no avail. She felt a tingle go through her not painful, but not pleasant either. She heard a cold laugh outside the door.
"Who are you? What have you done to me?" Brooke demanded angrily.
The voice replies, "It's not who I am, but who we are. We are the three witches of the west, and by command of the vampire king, the werewolf king and the cat shifter queen we have confined you to this house for all eternity."
Brooke's eyes flew open wide in astonishment, "So they were too afraid to go up against me and they took the cowardly way out, typical. What' the loop hole." she asked.
"I beg your pardon," one of the witches replied in a snobbish voice.
"I asked what the loop hole is. Everyone knows a spell can't go on forever, nothing can. So I ask again, what is the loop hole?"
The witches laughed heartlessly together, "Since you asked so nicely," one said mercilessly, "If a cat shifter, a vampire and a werewolf opens this door and says they free you of their own free will you may leave. But that is very unlikely because no one knows where you are, and all your precious pure bloods are dead."
The three witches laughed coldly as they began to walk away. Brooke screamed silently to herself in anguish. I have failed, she thought to herself. As she looks around her new prison her lip curled in despise. She gathered all her powers for one last time and spoke in the minds of the witches, "Here me now witches, since you have taken away what I love most I will take away what you love most, your immortality. From this day forward you will grow old, wither, and die like normal humans, and your powers shall be taken away. But unlike you I am merciful, if you spread word that I am alive and how to let me out you may have some of your powers back. So it has been said, so it shall be done."
She cut off the links with the witch, drained of her powers she collapsed on the ground into a deep sleep. Little did she know the witch would tell of her story, but they would tell it like a legend, one that no one would believe, and she would still be inside that house for decades to come.
