Fangs and Claws

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"Run! Run as far as you can and don't stop!" Queen Anne yelled. Her son was home! I ran. Ran past the guards. Past the gates. Past their territory. And kept running. If Prince Killian found me ... I really don't want to think about it.

After running for hours I realized I was in Paris. Wow! I'm getting faster! Cool! I pull out the leaves and twigs out of my hair as I walk around with all the humans staring. I was once in awe of the monsters such as myself. We are supposed to be gorgeous looking gods. The wind picks up and I get a whiff of the most amazing smell. I look around and see a little boy. His scent is alluring. I like my lips but I cannot do that disgusting deed no more. I refuse to.

As I walk the other direction I'm pulled into an ally. I come face to face with my kidnapper. An extremely good looking guy. Behind him a girl about my age equally good looking. "That was the most restraint I've ever seen!" The girl says in a hushed excited voice.

"You smell different." The guy points out. Oh course I would. I did live with the King and Queen of Werewolves.

"Sorry were you expecting me to smell of fresh blood?" I replied smartly. The girl giggled. The guy flashed his fangs and hissed. I hissed with a little growl mixed in. His face twisted with confusion. He turned to the girl when I took my chance by kicking him in the knee causing him to buckle over. I once again ran. But I had to do it at a human speed. I knew the girl was on my trail when I did a zigzag trying to confuse her.

However, I didn't think about the guy. He tackled me to the ground. I stopped struggling after a few minutes. Then he got up and threw me over his shoulder. Why does this alway happen to me? The girl finally caught up and put a bag on my head. This is actually the third time this has happened to be honest.

I was placed inside a van with my hands bound together. As if I would hurt one of them ... okay that's a lie but still.

After a while the guy pulls me out once we stop. "Let's go." He yanked on me.

"Hey! You don't have to be so rough!" I shout.

"Yeah, yeah, Princess." I tense up. Does he know? He pulls me along with the girl close behind. What? I may have a sack on my head but I can sense a presence easily. The guy roughly puts me down like a dog. I swear he is officially on my kill list. Yes I have a kill list. Hands pull off my sack. The girl.

"Sorry about that. Damian can be rough with people." She was really nice. "My name is Bella." I stay silent. "Are you going to tell me your name?"

I sigh, "Athena."

"Human or Vampire name?" She asked.

"Vampire. Elizabeth is my human-I mean old name." She smiles understanding then carefully takes of the bounds. "What are you doing?" I asked. I'm not complaining but I don't want her to get in trouble with Damian.

"I know you're good. And important. It's written all over you." Bella says. "May I ask who you are running from?"

"I guess. Someone needs to know. But you can't repeat it to anyone. I'm running away from-" Damian storms in, "What are you doing?!" He yelled. I jumped up in a fighting stance in front of Bella. He was shocked. I knew my eyes were changing.

"Damian leave her alone, or else!" Bella threatened. Are they mates? She pulled my hand leading me into the den area. "Please continue."

"Prince Killian." Bella gasps and Damian hissed, "He wants to mate with me, so he can have powerful pups to carry on the bloodline. Queen Anne helped me escape. But ... I fear he is going to hurt my human family. Or my friends I made along the way." Bella hugged me tightly in a comforting manner. Damian paced.

"You were human once so you were changed. Who changed you?" Damian asked. Bella gasped. Asking a vampire who changed you is like asking a girl has she ever wanted children. Personal. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"The Star Cross Fangs." I said with all the hatred and disgust I could muster. Bella and Damian hissed. "I really don't want to talk about it. But long story short they turned me, I found out they were evil, had some insiders help me get out, ran into Prince Killian, got a letter from the cult saying they are coming for me, my friends, and family. Killian wouldn't let me go so his mom and dad helped me. And here I am."

"You cannot stay here. You have to get back to your human family to help them. I can get you some money to help you." Damian said. He got up and left getting the supplies I was going to need.

"Where are you from?" Bella asked.

"A small town in Oregon state, Hood River."

"I know a coven of vampires there. Surely they will accept you."

"I don't want to be know as a vampire. If the wolves find out who I am they will surely take me back to their prince."

"Ah then you're going to need some magic. I know someone who would help you. She can send supplies with you."

"Really? ... they won't turn me in?"

"No, I promise, cross my undead heart and hope to die again." We both chuckle at her joke.

"Thank you."

"I'll call her right away." Bella says standing up to call the mystery women.

Damian was still out getting things for me. Bella said that she will be waiting for me at the airport. My throat was burning with thirst. I haven't had any blood for more than a month. For a normal vampire they would be dead but I'm not exactly normal.

"How long has it been since you've had blood?" Bella asked.

"More than a month." I say slowly.

"You are special aren't you ... you posses powers don't you?" I look up at her. What? How?

"You said that Prince Killian wanted to mate with you because he wanted powerful pups. And you've gone without blood for more than a month. As well as being turned by The Star Cross Fangs. They only except magics."

"How did you-" Damian walks in with bags. "Bells, love, I got everything for Athena and - Athena. I thought you were asleep. Excuse me." Bella gets up and follows Damian.

Bella and Damian let me stay with them for the night. It's not like I'll get any sleep. I haven't been sleeping for the past few weeks. Bella gave me some pajamas to sleep in. As I started to drift asleep I pictured his face. Yep not getting any sleep tonight.

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