The End

Chapter 1: Life

She ran through the dark forest. Leaves and tree branches scraped her skin. Stones and twigs pierced through her feet, but she dare not stop running. Blood poured down her neck, and her arm screamed at her to stop. The moon was tinted crimson red and it set off a dark aroma through the atmosphere. The trees whipped passed her, she raced deeper and deeper, daring not to look back. She felt herself getting closer and closer to losing consciousness.

However, one thought kept her running. Those eyes, those horrible eyes, she could never go back there. Her heart pounded inside her chest, and her breath was quick which was causing her throat to sting from the intensity. Her broken arm throbbed and ached, and the amount of blood loss was getting worse.

How could this happen? She thought, this couldn't be possible. The more she thought about it the harder she ran. Then, she heard the familiar evil laugh directly behind her. She felt tears threaten to fall, but she wouldn't let them. She had to keep running. The woods seemed to have no end and the laugh was getting closer and closer. What was she going to do?

Suddenly a dark figure appeared directly in front of her, causing the girl to bump directly into it. The figure put his hand, which was nicely protected by a white glove, over her mouth making it impossible to scream. His hands wrapped around her small body, he held her tightly; there was no escape.

The man or thing that had been chasing her stood directly in front of them. It's eyes so red, so evil. The face of the creature was angry; it's snow white teeth glistened in the moonlight. It licked its bloody lips then spoke.

"Come now, we don't want a blood battle on our hands now do we." His voice sickened her. "Hand her over...now" This time his voice was much more demanding.

There was no response from the other figure. She struggled to get loose, but it was hopeless, her body was too weak and wounded to fight. The girl leaned her body against the dark figure. The two figures didn't even seem to notice her struggle; they were both fixed on each other.

"I really didn't want this do get ugly, but she's my meal, she will never be touched by your filthy kind." The sick man said as he stared directly at her.

"I beg to differ...she's my meal, and no one's going to take her from me." The figure finally spoke in his British accent.

Just when a blood thirsty battle was about to take place a blinding bright light shined through the forest. No one knew who this knew fighter was.

- One Month earlier.

Clair awoke from the blaring, familiar sound of her alarm. She couldn't believe it was already morning, it literally felt like she had just gone to bed. Trying to balance high school, and college was not an easy task. Plus, trying to take care of her sick mom was about all she could handle. Clair had given up a lot of things in the past couple of months.

After her Dad was called to Chaplin overseas, it was just Clair and her mom, but then they were in a car accident leaving Clair's mom paralyzed from the waist down. However, they were getting used to their new lives. Clair used to be in plays and concerts, but decided to focus on school. She had to if they were going to make the bills. However, living on the military base did help with some expenses, but not all of them.

It was 5:30 in the morning, she was up and ready. Clair started every morning with a light jog. She hated running, but she knew it was important. She would hear horror stories of young girls being kidnapped, that's why she trained before school every day. With her father being in the military this was fairly easy to do. She had weapon and combat training since she was a child, but it never seemed enough, especially with the new height in crime.