Descended in Darkness

Chapter 1:

In the near future this book wil be read over and edited. this is an older book of mine that i started when i was younger, i am a better writer now which is why it will be edited. not drasticly though .. i promise :) PS Screana is pronounced Serena the c and the first a  is silent.

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~ Screana's POV~

The Moon shown through the trees of the park as if it was meant to be there. Screana looked up at it intrigued by it for only a second then remembering why she was out here; she set back to her task. She bent down to the corpse that lay at her feet. It was bled dry, a vampire she thought almost, for they where why she was out here. She was hunting them. as her thoughts came to settle she looked back at the corpse that lay before her. it was male about 25 years of age, it was dark out but with her eyes she could see that he was fairly handsome except for his throat had been completely ripped out . Screana looking at the throat examining it a little closer and noticed that the blood had not even coagulated yet. . It was fresh. She yanked her black leather glove off that was protecting her from the harsh weather of December and dabbed two fingers to the throat of the corpse,the blood came up warm, very warm. The corpse was no more then an hour expired she guessed.which meant that the vampire could still be in the area. carefully without making any sudden movements she reached to the back of her waist moving her black leather jacket to grab a silver dagger she had a stake on her but thought grabbing for that would make more movement than she wanted, With the dagger in her hand she surveyed the black forest in front of her, walking a few feet from where the corpse lay. She wait and was rewarded for within seconds he was on her knocking  the dagger out of her hand making it fly to at least 15 feet away from her.

"Son of a b!tch!"

He gripped her by her shoulders picking her up from the snowy floor and throwinh her in a tree. She groaned from the impact but other than that was not fazed, She had been thrown harder in her practices. In one graceful movement she was up on her feet again. The vampire stood in front of her. she smiled pulling out her other dagger from her side belt. she wiggled her eyebrows while tapping the blade on her leather clad thigh beckoning the vampire. the vampire smiled then charged towards her, when he was just inches away she grabbed hold of his shoulders swinging her body to the back of him she wrapped her legs around his waist grabbed his neck with her hands and snapped it. his body fell to the ground. screana landed on the ground with her knees on his back. picking his head up to expose his chest she plunged her dagger in his heart. she sighed in contrntment and climbed off of the vampire. Screana knew her battle was not finished though for she had waited to long to stake the dead corpse, she had no doubt that it had changed and smelled the carnage of her latest fight . so Screana took up a defensive area hiding behind a tree she had placed the dead vampire in the middle of the trees easy bait, within a few minutes the now undead corpse showed up slugish and hungry. Screana waited until he was busy feeding on the dead body to strike, when she did it was almost too easy. She jerked him up by his hair slamming him into a tree then effectively pushed the dagger into the vampires heart. It was done. She looked at the bloody mess she had made. Blood was everywhere;the snow,the trees, and no doubt herself, Screana who wanted so badly just to leave knew she couldn't. So setting to work she grabbed both bodies dragging them to the place where she had jumped out at then began cleaning she rubbed the tree down with ice and then rubbed the ice and snow together blending the red color until it was unnoticeable. she then retrieved her daggers and placed them where no one could find it on her. then pulling out her cell phone she dialed a number she dialed almost every night. The voice who answered was the least she wanted to here. Malcolm she thought angrily.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Who do you think you idiot, caller id!" she shot back at the phone in almost a hiss.