Present Day, Year 2014
A newspaper flew through the window, but before it hit Brooke's head her hand reached and snatched it from the air. She sat up on her bed, opening her eyes she looked down at the newspaper in her hand and smiled. Several years ago a human boy at the age of sixteen had ventured into her "haunted mansion". Not being supernatural she had no use for him, after she drank some of his blood she was about to send him on his way when she had a brilliant idea. She compelled the human to bring a newspapers every day, so she could keep up on the human's silly inventions. Some of those silly inventions proved to be quiet useful, for example a gun which she filled with silver bullet, because silver does the worst damage to any supernatural species. Mike, the human, helped her to buy useful weapons and such. She had several rooms stuffed full, some legal, some not so much. Of course she would still use her hunters sword, but she had engraved her initials into every new weapon and bullet. BH, Brooke Hunters, the name every supernatural creature feared. Some had tried to make killings look like hers, to make it seem like she had come back to life, but all were easily seen as forgeries. This was because whenever a pure blood hunter kills, their initials appear somewhere on the deceased's body, and these initials can't ever be forged. Brooke also had Mike go to her stashes of gold and jewelry to cash them into American dollars, she now had the equivalent of 6.7 billion dollars at her disposal, and she had only cashed in one of her several hundred stashes. Brooke was a very cautious creatural after all.
She looked at the newspaper again, there was nothing of interest to her. Just some thefts and Obama trying to pass another bill. She stood up and went to her work out room to practice shooting, swordsmanship, and basic hand to hand fighting. She would rather die than have all the other supernatural creatures see her wither away under their spell. It was unbelievable how strong she had grown over the centuries of being locked up, if they were afraid years ago they should be ten times more scared now. When it began to get dark she put her sword back away, being a pureblood she didn't have to sleep, though she did go into a rejuvenating coma when injured or sick. She also didn't have to eat, but to keep herself in top shape she occasionally drank the blood from the rats that had made her prison their home. She walked over to the wall to see her armor in pristine condition. It wasn't like human armor, theirs was clunky and heavy. Her armor was spelled to be stronger than metal could ever be, it was one piece and light weight, consisting completely of skin tight leather, clinging to all her curves, any advantage helped in battle. The wearer could also change its colors, certain colors meant certain things, right now hers was blood red, which meant revenge and justice.
She laid down onto the bed, feeling the hay prick into her back, right now she wished for one of those new human inventions called memory foam, she would have to ask Mike to buy her one. Brooke glanced up at the ceiling, wishing with all of her power that she was free. She wanted revenge on all that had put her and her kind through so much pain.
The pure bloods were never evil, nor did they want to enslave the other supernatural races. They were the elders of the community not monsters, they only punished those who committed crimes, never the innocents. Blinded by greed and jealousy those idiot beings attacked at their moment of weakness. Brooke would never forgive herself for letting down her species, nor would she forgive the other supernaturals who stood by and let a genocide happed.
Curse those gosh darn witches and their manipulative minds! It was true, everyone knew of her story, but they didn't believe it. Why would they either? It was just a myth, and their leaders said they killed her, the evil Brook, the bane of their existence. She smile cruelly as she remembered the witches were dead from old age, their bloodlines lost.
Just as she was about to go into her coma, to reserve strength, she her whispers outside her gates, even though they were several miles away.
She sped to a window and looked out spotting three people at her wrought iron gates. She chuckled, the brave little humans. As the wind shifted towards her she lifted her nose in surprise, then excitement. Not humans, there was a werewolf, vampire, and a cat shifter, all the makings to break the curse. She studied them with a new interest; the vampire was tall and pale, with light blonde hair and baby blue eyes. The cat shifter was tan with a Brazilian complexion, dark brown hair and sea blue eyes, he had a cunning look to him that Brooke liked. Lastly there was a female werewolf, she was petite with a button nose, and had olive green eyes, fair skin, with strawberry blonde hair.
