The Half-Blood

"She is a half blood!" He yelled "Not human, not one of those creatures, a half blood; a demon!" He pointed at me as he yelled at the cheif. Blood was runing down my face from a blow I took to head the night before. My wriest were raw from the heavy iron shackles that bounded me tightly to the wall of the dungeon. I looked up at the cheif with pleading eyes. I didn't do it. I didn't hurt that girl last night. He must know that I would ever have hurt anyone much less a child.
"At least give her a chance... put her in the hunt." The spoke quietly, his head bowed as left. John, the village priest had only smiled in my direction before leaving me here. On the dark and wet stone of the dungeon, chained to the wall with the other prisoners to be in the hunt.

Cold blood, demon, undead, vampire, blood sucker so many names to call us by.