unescapable

I hate this freaking place, I wonder why I even stay here. no one is around, except the chickens and the cows and me. there are no neighbours for miles upon miles. sigh, I know why am here; it is because of all the supernaturals that have taken over especially the vampires. they think they own the world. I hate them the most with there speed and immoralty. They think that you should kneel at there feet. Then there's the werewolfs who think they are better than humans, which is ever other creature. They think others are not worthy to breathe the same air.

That's not the issue, the issue is that some human are said to be the mates of some of the supernatural because of this my parents up and run away with me from the age of five to this god forsaken place. now they are dead, I am all alone. I would prefer to die than be the mate for some supernatural freak.

Thanks to my dad, I am an excellent fighter. he was a karate teacher and well known in our community at the time; or so my mother said. I don't remember much about those days.

My mom was a dress maker, it was nothing much but it was sufficient for us. We didn't go any where near a town, she maid our clothes.

Enough about my past, my name is Naomi Nezbec and i am almost 20. I am waiting for my husband and the family that comes after. shit! there i go again, dreaming about what i don't want. hmm, wats for dinner? I think it will have to be cabbage soup, am so tired of drinking soup.

moving to the little boarded shed outside that makes up my little kitchen, I made my way to start my dinner. my home is not big but its comfortable two bed rooms a little dininig area and the verandah. you might be wondering where the bathroom is, well i don't have one. I do have a wonderful water fall a little distance from the house. that's where i get water and tend to my personal needs. I do bathe there as well.

Now i am all fresh and relax lying in my bed. i take in my little room. not much to look at, just my bed, a chest where i keep my clothes and my little piece of mirrow . There's also a little table where my comb and brush takes up residence. My eyes begins to close, my last thought before sleep takes over was to do something about my room in the morning.

"Wake up Ms Nezbec."

hmm? snuggling more into my pillow, I wonder who's refering to me as Ms Nezbec. It is not like i know anyone. Then it finally hits me, someone is in my room! I bolted straight from the bed nd clutched the sheet to my chest. I saw a tall figure standing by my bed i couldn't see the face because there wasn't any light in my room. It was still night but from the voice i knew it was a man.

Blurting out the first thing that came to my mind, i asked, "who are you?" I slowly extract my knife from under my pillow, i never sleep without it.

"My name is Troy and we're here to retrieve you."

"we?"

"yes we, There's the pilot. Dave who is standing outside and myself."

"Pilot? i never heard any noise outside."

"Well mam, you wouldn't hear it. now if you would be so kind as to come with us now."

"Dont call me mam! am not going anywhere with you, so leave my house now!"

"Ms Nezbec, Lord Tristan has given us strict order to collect you, even by force if so be the case."

"Hmm, Lord Tristan it sounds like he's someone of high statu. why does this Tristan person wants me?"

"Because you're his mate."

"Oh my god! this cannot be happening ,I must be dreaming. shaking my head, i say, "no am not his mate, you have the wrong person."

"I can assure you miss, you are the right person, we've known about you all along."