I walked down the narrow lane, it was winter, there were scarcely made footsteps coming from behind me, from inside the dark alley way, a figure emerged. He was tall, brooding, and most importantly his features-eyes like burning cinders, a reddish, brownish color, like amber, but darker. His nose and cheekbones high set on his face, but all the same, strikingly horrifying as they were beautiful. Striking as if they were carved by angels, horrifying furthermore because of the sinister snarl, or smile as he might have called it, he wore as he stalked towards me like a predator hunting it' prey. Slowly, as if he knew my heartbeat was increasing, I was hyperventilating, my breath coming in short, fast breaths as he drew close with every step he too.
Soon, he passed in front of the gas lit street lamps and I saw his teeth in more definition, his smile- horrifying all the more, revealed incisors so long, I thought I would faint, or die right there, I would rather die, for I would never see this horrifying creature of the night ever again. But God was not in my good graces, it seemed. I got light headed, and my eyes fluttered shut.
I shot right out of bed, turning to look at the man I had been with for all my life as what I am, my brother, my own brother, a monster, and he made me one too. That bastard stole my mortality, my blood, from my pumping heart, so it pumps no more, I long to strike him dead. Take a Dagger and plunge it into his chest and see the surprise on his face and the nonexistent light drains out of his eyes.
This time, for real, I woke up in my own room, not of a life of someone else. I have dreams, of what ghosts want me to see, no matter what happens in those dreams, I have been killed countless times in dreams, seen killings, killed. And because of that burden, I am what I am now. A trainee in a special secret branch of the council, made up of vampires, demons, vampyers, werewolves, lycans, elves, faeries, witches, mortals, truth-seers, even death himself has a place here, but I am none of those, I am a seer. I see things no one would, in a million years, want to see. I have seen everything, from the signing of the Declaration of Independence, to the killings of people in the Salem Witch trials, all of which were just lower seers that were part elemental. All killed. Thanks to unknowing fear.
But, today, as I opened my eyes just as the early morning sun leaked in through the window. Another day, another heart beat, another chance to live. As long as her heart remained beating, I shall remain alive, and carry the burden of knowing, the burden of being half elemental, half seer, but have both talents, all the while, posing as any normal thirteen year old girl.
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Here's the deal, my sisters, TheAncientOne and CriticsWeAre and I, CapnPorridge are all having a contest to see who can wrote the best story, so I guess, check out all of our stories, I'll label mine as Contest Story, this is just a prologue, it'll only be a few chappies though.....
