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For as long as she has lived (and it has been a very, very long time), Avaritia Rubrum has governed herself by three laws: A queen of the night does not fear death. A queen of the night does not pity her enemies. A queen of the night does not trust. (She knows too well how the last one ends). And yet, when an attack is made--and succeeds--on one of her own, the Queen of the North American Nightlife finds herself in no position to maintain her rules. For any one of the Seven could be next, succumbing to that final death, the one they all swore would never touch them. Any one of them could be her greatest ally in finding the assassin who managed to kill the most powerful siren in an age. Any one of them could be the one holding the knife as they plunge it into her back. Rita knows this, though--when she finds the culprit, their whole world will be drowned in red. [this is my first attempt at an original work; let's see how it goes, shall we?]
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( discontinued to be rewritten ) Huntingtown was panicking; no one knew where the sirens were coming from. There was no electricity, and there was no way for the storm Sirens to be sounding, yet they were. The entire Town was awake; everyone had a weapon. They had grabbed guns, knives, swords, and bats if they could be wielded and used for self-defense; Renee aimed her rifle at the trees, looking desperately for an explanation. Why would a siren sound? They only sounded when they were in Danger, so where was the Danger? When the predators revealed themselves, that was where the siren noise was coming from. Renee could feel her heart jump into her throat. Her face went pale; they were here. They had found the Town. Terror and panic soon swept Huntingtown; everyone knew what those monsters could do. After all, they did conquer the planet and impose the "choosing." Huntingtown was created hoping that its isolation in a cold climate would keep the Predators away, but it didn't. A voice came over those speakers. A male voice Gruff and laced with a growl. It was almost as if whoever was speaking was annoyed and angry. "Although I have enjoyed seeing your little Town outmaneuver many hunters. I am afraid this is where your little games end. However, I will give you a chance to keep your freedom. A hunt. You will be red by your best hunter, Renee Madison." Renee felt her blood go cold as she stared wide-eyed at the ship. She was unknowingly dropping her gun at the news. " she will be your leader; she will be my prize. You have a time advantage. Go!" The ship took off, looking for a place to land, all while the news sank into the Town's residence. Renee had known she had fucked up when she fired at one of those predators and hit him. She had proven herself worthy of the hunt. Now she has to face the consequences, not only her but her entire Town had to. Renee had to win this hunt; the fate of her Town depended on it.

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