Blood Oath

Prologue

Blood, that's all she could taste.

Laying on the cold stone floor her pain began to dull, as she felt herself slipping away from the world. Her ability to gaze upon auras was all she could do to see around her.

She could see an aura of someone standing above her, it was a woman's. Her aura was one of the vampires, it was showing feelings of concern. Hearing the faint clashing of swords, she turned her head to see where the sound was emanating from. Seeing two auras standing apart, one of a demon. The other a vampire.

"Freya! Freya stay with us!..." The woman cried out to her. Their voice was faint. She was holding her hand over her belly.

Freya struggled to lift her head to look down. She could see her aura escaping her body, from a wound on her belly. She could see a silhouette sticking out of her belly. Placing her hand on it she felt the sharp edges, she could tell it was a sword. Her grayed eyes moved from it towards the auras of the other two figures.

Their auras gave off a feeling of resentment between the two. The demon protecting them had a black wispy aura. Refusing to allow the vampire near. She couldn't see what kind of weapon he was holding, she didn't have to, it was a sword and she knew it well.

She couldn't make out anything they were saying, as she felt herself succumb to her wounds, slipping away into the embrace of darkness. Her vision became hazed as her eyelids began to heavy.

"FREYA!"

She could hear someone yelling her name, but she was losing her grip of reality. She felt the soothing touch of darkness wrapping itself around her, as her emotions of anger washed away in death's embrace.

"How....pathetic..." She heard a familiar voice say. She opened her eyes, to see the place in her mind. Seeing the person who had spoken, it was a woman with crimson red hair, and black ash horns. The woman was angry with her and disgusted with the events that had unfolded. Those emotions she thought were gone.

She didn't care anymore, as they both fell deeper into darkness.