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I could feel the cold stone counter

pressing up against my back. I could


hear voices.

‘She may not come to’ one was saying.

The other was uttering ‘Well if she


doesn’t, we can do without another one
of her type.’

I could sense that there was another


person in the room, but I couldn’t tell
where. He was very close.

I couldn’t lie here any longer without


moving. It was distracting.

‘Hey! She’s awake. Hold her down!’ I


heard someone shout.

My eyes shot wide open. The room was


dark and smelt of salt and rust. A deep
snarl started in the base of my chest
and worked its way up my throat and
ripped through my teeth that were
unnaturally sharp.

It was deafening and it caused one of


the people around me to scream in
pain. I didn’t recognise the voice so it
must have been the other person I
sensed before.

I could feel strong hands holding the


sides of my head, and one hand on
each of my own, pinning them down.
Wrought iron chains slid over my wrists
and ankles. They silently locked into
place.

‘Shit! She’s so cold! It’s burning me!


Jason! Get off your arse! Help me!’ a
voice screamed over my wails.

It was directly above me. I’m guessing


it was the person holding my head.

‘You know what Steven! I didn’t even


want to catch this one!’ screamed
Jason, I’m guessing.

‘Jesus Jason! We all have problems!


Now get over there and help Steven
hold her head down!’ The voice from
my feet screamed.

‘Fine. I’ll just sacrifice my hands just to


hold another blood-sucker down,’
moaned Jason, as his hands swapped
with Stevens. I could hear Steven’s feet
scuffing what I assumed to be a
concrete floor, most likely looking for
an ice pack. I thrashed in pain as
Jason’s hands held me tighter and
stronger than Stevens’ did.

The iron chains burned my skin. I


shrieked in pain. It was high pitched
and loud enough to deafen a normal
person. Another scream of agony, from
who I’m guessing was Jason…again,
reverberated around the room which
had surprisingly good acoustics for a
sealed stone chamber.

I writhed in pain as the wrought iron


chains choked the ends of my limbs.

Bridging onto my head, I supported


myself with my neck and growled at
my capturers, like a wild animal that
has just been caught by poachers.

The burning of my limbs enraged my


will to bite and kill. The smell of
burning sage, candles, holy water and
blood asphyxiated the inside of my
throat and burnt the inside of my nose.

I stopped moving for a few seconds to


look at my surroundings properly. It
was a square-ish room made of
concrete. The room was dimly lit with a
dozen candles randomly placed around
the walls.
Thin, red, silk, sheets were loosely
pinned up, leaving a wide U-shape at
the top.

In each of the four corners, a piece of


sage was burning below a chalice of
holy water on a thin glass shelf.

There was another marble counter with


a basin, a cup with what smelled like a
mix between water from the Holy
shrine at Lourdes and salt from the Sea
of Galilee. Litmus. Well a version of it
anyway.

I remember the smell from 1807. Some


priest tossed a few drops at me and it
burned my hand. I still have a small
scar on my left thumb.

I could feel the heat and tension in the


air in this brief time. It forced me down
onto the counter. I could smell sweat
and burning flesh from the three boys’
hands as they touched my frozen skin.

I could smell the candles, the sage, the


holy water and the intoxicating smell of
blood.

Steven, the one who was holding my


head before, had discovered that his
hands were not just burnt but they
were blackened and partly bleeding. I
smiled a dark smile.

‘She’s so strong! Look what she’s


done!’ screamed Steven, obviously in
pain.

‘We all have problems Steven,’ quoted


Jason sourly.

‘You know what Jason!? I’m going to let


you talk to her. So you can shut the hell
up and do your job!’

‘Hey guys, can you please be quiet and


take a look at her? She’s stopped
moving, but she’s smiling,’ said Craig
in a satisfied, yet confused tone.

‘Your time to shine Jase,’ said Steven,


mockingly.

‘Sure, Sure,’ replied Jason


condescendingly.

‘We’ll be back in an hour. Give us a call


if you’re done early,’ said Craig. ‘And
Jason. Take care,’
‘What’s your name?’ asked Jason,
beginning a long line of questions.

‘Juliet’ I replied calmly in my high


pitched song voice, even though I was
tied with iron shackles to a marble
chair.

‘Your full name’ he tried again.

‘Juliet Marie Rose’ I answered.

‘How old are you?’ Jason asked in a


bored voice, like he’s been doing this
all day.

‘Eighteen’

‘And you’ve been eighteen for how


long?’ He asked stubbornly.

‘Ok, if you must know. Two-hundred


and thirty-two years.’

‘What coven are you from?’ He asked


inquisitively.

‘I’m a nomad. I have no coven.’ I said.

‘What country were you born in?’ He


said, suddenly gaining interest.
‘Spain, in the 1700’s’ I said with
honesty and “girlish charm”

‘In 1776 right? If you’re two-hundred


and thirty-two, then you must have
been born then. You were changed in
1794 if you claim to be eighteen. Am I
right Juliet?’ He asked.

‘Yes you are. How are you so good with


numbers? What are you?’ I replied
amazed.

‘Humph’ he laughed. ‘I’ll tell you, if you


tell me what you are. You’re definitely
different from the others I’ve
interviewed.’ He said with a wide grin.

‘Different how?’

‘Well, your skin temperature is far


below zero, yet you burn everyone you
touch.’ He held up his hands, showing
me the black, bandaged skin.

I smiled and then said, ‘Yeah, well,


we’ve evolved. Anything else?’

‘Yeah. Your eyes.’ He said mesmerised.

‘What about them?’ I asked. I’ve


actually never seen my eyes. I hated
mirrors. They distorted the truth.

‘You’ve never seen your eyes before,


have you? Well, your pupils are dilated
and the iris’ are dark gold diluting into
an orange into a red around the rims.’
He said spellbound.

‘If I could go pink in the cheeks, I would


be dark crimson. But, sadly, I can’t,’ I
said flattered.

Jason was a cute boy of; I’d say, around


eighteen or nineteen.

He had dark blonde hair, streaked with


brown and tipped with orange. It was
tangled and uncombed.

His face was round-ish and his skin was


tanned and un-blemished.

The irises of his eyes were grey-ish


blue and his pupils were fully dilated.

He was perfect for anyone who didn’t


hear him scream before. He was
gorgeous but there was something
about him that screamed “I’m not
normal!”
He was just too perfect to be real. He
wasn’t like me, because he had a
pulse…but it wasn’t a strong one. He,
Steven and Craig were different to
others. They all had very faint
heartbeats; they all were too different
and too accustomed to what I am.

‘You’re too sweet to go red. You’re very


beautiful Juliet.’ he said, keeping little
eye contact.

He leaned closer to me and stopped a


few centimetres away from my lips. His
breath was hot and I could feel the
heat on my lips and the skin around
them.

‘Hey! What are our rules? No getting


close to the patient. Physically or
emotionally.’ said Steven as he walked
through the bolted stone door.

‘Remember what happened to Kyle?


Poor Kyle. May he rest in peace…well
pieces.’ Craig said miserably.

Jason backed away and dark red blood


filled his cheeks.

‘Let’s see what we have here…well,


well. Juliet Marie Rose. So skilled and so
old. How did you get captured?’ asked
Steven who I now think is a very
obstinate, stubborn person.

‘I let myself down,’ I said through sharp


clenched teeth.

‘It appears you have.’ said Craig, who I


now know copies Steven’s lead.

‘Normally, I would say to Craig, kill her.


But since Jason has taken such a liking
to this one, we’ll spare her life, for
now,’ said Steven who was talking like I
wasn’t in the room or I was a small
child.

‘One slip up, and you’re gone.


Understand?’ He said as he grabbed a
metal key from his pocket.
I nodded in anger, not agreement.

‘You are one lucky bitch you know


that?’ said Steven, unwillingly.

I snarled and he chuckled forebodingly


as he opened the iron chains that
bound my wrists and ankles.

But before he did, he asked rhetorically


‘Jason, you wanted to do something?’
and then laughed in spite of his friend.
He unpicked the lock and held my
hands still. ‘Promise me, you won’t
leave and that you won’t turn feral.’

‘I promise,’ I said through gritted teeth.

He let me go.

It was cold inside the vault at night. It


was nights like this I wished I could
sleep. So, instead of just waiting for
morning, I sat in front of the desk and
explored.

There were several pictures of beautiful


people on the side. The most
amazingly gorgeous one was a male,
I’d say between sixteen and eighteen
when he was changed; brown ruffled
hair, smooth brown eyes rimmed with
crimson and skin like porcelain.

I touched the picture with one of my


dead fingers.

‘His name is Benjamin,’ said a voice


from behind me. I stood up and spun
around.
‘Hey.’ Jason was standing in the dim
light

‘Hey’ I smiled a cold dead smile. He


smiled but his cheeks were pink and
dimpled. ‘What happened to him?’

‘Steven got tired of him. Benjamin


wouldn’t give him any information
except his name and his birth-year,’
explained Jason.

‘That’s horrible.’ I sighed

‘That’s what we are. It’s what we were


taught from birth to do.’ Jason clarified
as he walked over to me and his feet
scuffed the shiny cold floor.

I continued to look at the pictures.


There was a beautiful picture of a girl.
Long blonde hair, glowing blue eyes
and skin like porcelain.

‘Are all these people ones you’ve


killed?’ I asked stupidly. Of course
they’re dead! I’ve never seen them
before! And I’ve been around for a long
time.

‘Yeah. Steven killed these ones. Craig’s


murders are on the other side.’ He
looked down at his Georgio Armani
sneakers.

‘And, if I’m not being so rude, where


are yours?’ I asked, jokingly. But I really
wanted to see them. To see how many
so called lives this young man has
taken.

He walked over to the front of the desk


and opened the grey folder. I walked to
his side and saw the mini-massacre on
the inside cover of this folder.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, disappointed.

‘Why are you sorry? It’s what you are.


It’s what you were taught from birth to
do, right?’ I said sympathetically, but
gawking at the phenomenal amount.

‘You’re so much different to all of


these,’ Jason declared, waving his
hands over the top of the “Folder of
Death.”

‘What are you? You gave me your job;


now tell me what you are. Please?’ I
begged, trying to get an answer from
him.
He sighed and said ‘Did you ever hear
of a corporation called Helsing? Run by
Judith’ I nodded and he continued.
‘We’re Hunters for them.’

This took a while to sink in, but as each


word clicked into place, a questioned
formed in my brain.

‘Wait! I thought you had to be one of


the hunted to be the hunters?’ I
questioned.

‘We were the exception. Our parents,


well, mother gave birth before she was
incorporated into Helsing. Our father…
well we never met our father and our
mother never talked about him, but he
must be one of your kind. See,’

He opened his mouth. Inside were


beautiful, white teeth, and on either
side of his front top teeth, were short
fangs.

‘You’re a Half-Breed Hunter’ I breathed.

He nodded and said ‘Now tell me what


you are.’
I stood staring at the photographs;
blank thoughts ran wild throughout my
head as I stared at the beautiful
people.

‘I’m a new breed. But I’m the only


one…that I know of,’ I explained.

‘Yes, and what is that breed?’ He


asked, with his arms crossed, standing
at least two metres away. Staring.
Staring at me.

He was wearing a long-sleeved, tight,


black, V-neck sweater with the sleeves
pushed up. Wearing baggy grey jeans,
and black Georgio Armani sneakers,
you would have thought he just got
dressed in the morning.

‘I’m a Nimp.’ I said in a light springy


voice. My eyes were still fixed at the
picture of the girl with blonde hair and
blue eyes. I knew her from somewhere.

‘Nimp?’ Jason asked his brow furrowing.

‘Yeah. I look and I act like a Vampire


but I’m, well, I’m not. That’s why you
got me,’ I tried to clarify.

‘Explain,’ He said, still confused.

‘How to explain this to a child…Okay,


Vampires bite people right? I don’t. I
was a Vampire, hence the fangs.’ I
smiled and showed the deadly knives
stuck into my gums.

‘But, on the night of June ninth, 1815, I


was bitten by another Vampire. Usually
this wouldn’t change anything. But the
venom on this Vampire’s fangs was
different. It was enough to turn me
over Vampire and become a Nimp. So, I
don’t hunt people, I hunt Vampires.’

There Jason stood, arms limp by his


side, jaw to the floor. His brain had left
his body.

‘Jason?’ I waved my long dead hand


over his blank eyes.

‘I knew it! You are different! I’m so


sorry about Steven,’ He shouted

‘Nah, he’s alright,’

‘Hey shut it Jason! We’re trying to


work!’ screamed one of the others.
‘I thought Vampires; well even half-
Vampires didn’t have to work?’ I asked
and turned my attention to Jason
momentarily and then restarted my
incoherent staring.

‘Yeah but Steven and Mini-Steven like


to pretend they’re normal. Scares the
crap out of me,’

I laughed nervously, never once taking


my eyes off the girl. Curiosity
overcame my fear. I knew who she
was. I saw her many years ago, I fear.

‘Who’s this?’ I asked pointing a white


bony finger to the blonde girl.

‘That’s Keira. She was hypnotic and


dangerous. Kyle lost his life to Keira. He
got too close to her. Emotionally, and
for her to tear her into two hundred
and eleven pieces, physically too,’

‘What’s her full name?’ I asked as the


flashbacks started.

‘Keira ‘Kay,’’ he started and finished


with my voice as the soprano back up.

‘I remember her from 1815. The war of


the immortals. I was there representing
my old coven, the Kansai clan of South
America.

She was there as the Omega for her


coven, the Solvered coven of Greece.’

‘Go on.’ He urged.

‘I was going to. Anyway, the Solvered


coven left early. I was curious and
followed them, leaving my creations
behind to mix either die or learn with
the other great leaders of our race.’

‘That’s when I saw it. They all took off


into the opaque parkland shrub, except
one. She had flowing blonde hair, and
was wearing dark pants and a long
black jacket.’

‘She turned around and revealed the


bloodbath around her mouth. It dripped
down her face. Thick and pasty, it
oozed off her ceramic face like glue
drips off a paint brush, leaving it
relatively dry, but stained.’

‘I was allured by the smell of blood and


I exposed my hiding spot. She spun
around and saw me. She shot
beautifully disturbing smile at me. I
froze to the spot and, as a Vampire; I
wasn’t the fastest so I couldn’t run, I
couldn’t hide so I just took it.’

‘I was out for a month. I couldn’t feel


anything. I was paralysed, yet I could
feel pain. A lot of pain. It was agonising
and it mentally scarred me forever.’

‘I’m so sorry for you,’ he said


exasperated.

‘Not your fault. Mine if anybodies.


Anyway, I’m just, you know, ‘scarred
for life!’’ My sarcasm came out like fear
from a small child’s mouth.

He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes


and walked over. He breathed in my
ear as he looked over my shoulder at
the eye-catching people.

I couldn’t stop myself. Prey on my


shoulder. You can’t dangle a piece of
meat in front of a lion and expect it
won’t try to bite!

I snapped and almost got the half-


blood boy. He jumped backwards
before my teeth even grazed him. I
have to have the slowest reflexes for a
Nimp.
He pulled out a dagger from his belt
and aimed it at me. I was so thirsty. I
hadn’t hunted in a few days.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said as I took a step


towards him.

‘Stay away from me!’ he said


defensively pointing his jewel
encrusted blade at me.

‘I know you can’t control it but if I let


you out, will you hunt and come back?’
He said, breathless and panting, still
pointing the crimson blade at me.

It was a beautiful iron blade, with


jewels encrusted in the handle. I knew
if it hit a vampire or a Nimp, it would
slice through them like a hot knife
through butter.

‘Maybe,’ I wasn’t certain how good I’d


like it outside. The wind in my hair, the
exhilaration of the speed, and the fact
that I am constantly dodging trees was
too much to pass up.
‘I need to hunt. Do you? I mean, I’m
not sure how this whole half vampire
thing works, but do you guys hunt for
your food?’ I guess if he was that
paranoid, he could come too.

‘Yes. We don’t have to but we can. I


haven’t hunted for a few days. I’m sure
they won’t miss us.’ He looked
anxiously at the stone door that
separated us from them, and looked
back at me.

‘Can you run?’ I asked as he shoved me


gently out the other door.

‘I’ll race you,’ he antagonised.

‘You’re on,’ I agreed.

The cool night wind whistled through


my dead, brown, hair and wrapped it
around my face, leaving random
strands on my white skull.

‘Having fun?’ he asked as he ran


beside me. His cool, slick, elegance
was obvious in the dull, ghostly shadow
of the moon.

His blonde, tangled, hair was pushed


back and the blonde-ish orange tips
were all flattened by the pressure of
the wind.

His skin glowed white in the light of the


moon. His lips were pale and cracked
and his teeth shimmered as the diluted
venom that stained his teeth, was hit
by the twilights new moon, covered by
the eclipse of the midnight sun.

‘Yeah. Hey, I think I smell something


over here,’ I said, steering the
conversation from him.

‘Kay. Hungry? Well, Thirsty?’ he asked,


looking at me with his greyish blue
eyes, glittering in the moonlight.

‘Desiccated. Let’s go,’ I turned slightly


left and spotted the kill. There was a
Deer and a Doe. They smelt horrible
compared to carnivores, but they were
the only thing around in the entire
scrublands.

‘I got the Doe!’ I screamed at Jason as I


pulled ahead of him.
‘You do that! I got the Deer!’ he smiled
at me as he tried to catch up.

‘Yeah, whatever’ I mumbled back.

I caught the Doe easily. As I sunk my


teeth into it, the warm blood that
flowed through its veins flowed no
more. The Doe screamed in pain as the
blood from the herbivore was drained.
The wailing faltered and all I could hear
was the sound of Jason gorging himself
in the Deer.

I looked down at my clothes. They were


still immaculate and no signs of blood,
that I could see.

I peered over at Jason and saw his


feast of a Deer spread over the forest
floor.

‘You haven’t hunted for a while have


you?’ I said as I walked over the Doe’s
corpse to Jason.

‘Nup,’ Was what I think I heard. I


couldn’t make it out over the fountain
of gurgling blood.

I stood with my back to the tree while


Jason finished his meal. The bark was
rough and uneven.

‘You done?’ I asked bewildered at how


much this young half-breed can eat.

He stood up and looked at me like I


was insane. ‘Am now. You don’t eat
much. Ha! The first anorexic Vampir…
Nimp,’ he joked.

‘Yeah, yeah. Now can we go?’ I asked,


looking around apprehensively, in fear
of an unforseen backhand.

‘Geez Juliet! You can’t seriously be


scared, can you? I mean, we are the
deadliest thing out here.’ He was
walking towards me, slowly and
precariously.

'I know, it’s just that, well, I am afraid,'


of you.

His brow furrowed as he tried to make


sense of the gibberish that was pouring
out of my mouth. After a few seconds
thought he said ‘Like I said before,
we’re the most dangerous thing out
here. And, you have me to protect you.
Besides, you’re what? A million years
old?’ he smiled as he walked past me
in the general direction of the Vampire-
killers estate.

‘I’m only two hundred and fifty years


old! And you’re a just a junior half-
breed! Too weak and timid to protect a
mature double-breed,’ I caught up to
him on light springy feet like a fairy in
a field of butterscotch.

He stopped dead in his tracks, turned


to me and said ‘If you must know, I’m
seventy and I’m pretty strong, well, for
a seventy year old,’

‘Really? You don’t look a day over


sixty!’ I said without looking back at
him.

‘And you, don’t look a day over two


hundred! Still very stunning though,’
he said, intoxicated.

I didn’t turn around but I knew he was


looking at me with increased awe. I
tried to manoeuvre the conversation
away from me. ‘I thought we were
racing?’ I asked, hoping we could go
back to the prison. It was better there
than here with him, alone, in the forest.
I could see from corner of my eye, his
face acting like a perfect mirror and
reflecting the bright sun’s imprint on
the envious moon. His hair was tangled
and knotted and sticking up unevenly
in random places around his warm
blooded head.

‘Huh? What? Oh yeah. I’ll beat you,’


said an egomaniac half-breed vampire
hunter. He sounded like a person who
has just woken up after surgery.
Confused, yet determined.

‘Ready? Go!’ I said calmly before Jason


was ready. I sprinted off into the dense
scrublands without another glance at
the perfect half-breed.

‘Cheater!’ he screamed after me. He


too darted through the thick forest.

I could have just run away, but he


trusted me. I needed allies in this place
and a half-breed vampire hunter would
be a good start.

It was agitatedly bitter outside the


mausoleum. I was a kilometres in front
of Jason, so I decided to take a look
around the gaol that was going to be
my home until Jason, Craig and Steven
found another and dispatched me.

It was a circular building, made of


concrete. It was windowless and it had
a flat-topped marble roof. I was curious
and started to walk around the side,
past the first trees.

My walk started to slow as I felt the


heat of a pair of eyes hit my back. I
turned sharply to see who or what was
watching me.

A soft wind blew through the trees and


caught my hair in its updraught. It was
an unnaturally cold wind and I, being
the idiot that I am, said ‘Who’s there?’
in my most insecure voice.

Another soft breeze blew through my


hair and messed it all up. Shit. Another
day of attempting to straighten it!

I heard voices talking. Their voice was


muted by the thick shrub that covered
most of this area.
I strained my sensitive ears to the
point that they almost started to hurt. I
still couldn’t hear anything though.

I tried to locate the spot where the


voices were coming from. They were
everywhere. I couldn’t pinpoint the
location, so I just tried to listen as close
as I could and make out as many words
as possible.

‘Yeah…she’s different,’ I think I heard a


male voice. It was deep, but that could
have been the trees messing the sound
up. He sounded familiar, yet different.

‘So, she’s not a Vampire?’ another


male was saying. His voice sounded
deeper than the other one, but still
recognisable.

I know these voices. I’ve heard them


before. I just can’t remember where.

‘No,’ the first voice said. I took a step in


the direction I had decided the voices
were coming from.

Were they talking about me? Most


likely. How do they know? Who told
them? Did I tell them? I’ve only told
Jason. Why would Jason tell them what
I was? Was he trying to save me by
telling them otherwise?

Who was he telling? Was it Craig? Or,


was it Steven? Or was it someone
completely different? Was it that Judith
woman who runs the Hellsing
Corporation?

I heard something snap under my right


foot. I looked down and sure enough,
there was a stick, well now two sticks.

‘What was that?’ one of the guys said.


Damn! I was so close to finding out
who it was!

‘I dunno. Let’s check it out,’

I could hear them coming from the spot


I figured they were.

I ran to the front of the building in fear


of exposure. I couldn’t trust anyone…
well, anything.

I got to the front of the house. The


marble doors stared me in the face in
mourning, in pain, in agony, in fear and
in sorrow.
‘Hey! Nothing like a run to make you
feel refreshed,’ Jason said, his human
side out of breath.

‘Hm,’ I said, trying not to make a


commitment by saying anything
concrete.

‘Whats wrong Juliet?’ he asked


anxiously as he walked hesitantly
towards me.

‘Nothing. It’s just that it’s um, really


cold. Can we go inside?’ I asked,
hoping he wasn’t listening to the first
bit. My mother could even tell I was
lying. And she’s been dead for two
hundred and twenty six years!
Vampires and Nimp’s have the sickest
sense of humour.

‘Oh. Okay. Yeah, sure. Here,’ He pulled


a silver key out of his pocket and
walked towards the door. He must be
so gullible or he’s just respecting my
privacy. Either way, he’s a good
puppet.

He fitted the key in the lock and turned


it twice. It clicked as the bolt was
removed on the other side.
‘One question, how long were you here
alone before I got here?’ He asked, his
forehead creasing.

‘Um, I was here for about two minutes,’


I lied. I was actually here for about ten
minutes.

‘Slander,’ he snarled and glided over to


me, smoothly, as if on rollerblades.

I felt confronted. I could only defend


myself. I pushed my energy through
my body and let it fill my entire being,
letting it seep through my fingertips. I
could feel the energy filling up my
hands and with just a flick of my
delicate wrist, I could kill every living
being in a fifty kilometre radius.

I could feel my hair stand up on my


head as the aura of energy pulled at
every strand on my dead scalp.

‘You wanna risk it?’ I asked, through


gritted teeth, as I concentrated my
energy into my palms.

‘You wanna tell me the truth, Nimp?’ he


posed.
‘Highly doubt it half-breed,’ I said,
grudgingly.

‘So, it’s gonna be the hard way? Fine.


See you on the other side double-
breed,’ He concentrated for a second
and unleashed a small scale attack
which I flicked off.

‘My turn.’ I intensified the power in my


hands to make them glow bright silver.
It lit up his face and made the tips of
his hair glow.

‘You still wanna risk it, half-ling?’ I


asked with an evil smirk on my face. I
reminded myself of one of those super
villains on the early morning kids
shows.

‘Bring it on Juliet,’ He said, sure of


himself.

I felt the power drained from my body


as glowing sparks were forced from my
fingertips, aimed loosely at Jason.

One out of a million hit him. The wound


was small, paper cut small. It still
would have hurt like hell though.
‘Keira taught me that after she had
changed me. Hurts don’t it?’ I offered
to help him up but he refused to take
my hand.

He jumped up and said ‘what did you


do that for?! I just wanted to know how
long you’ve been here for! No need to
get all defensive!’

‘Me?! You’re the one who’s acting


defensive! You just said that I lied!
What do you have?! Multiple
personality disorder? Are you an
escape mental patient in the right
place at the right time and just so
happens to be a half-breed hunter? Tell
me if you are!’ I screamed and forced
my energy through my body creating a
blue-silver aura around my body. It was
strong enough to lift up strands of my
hair and encase them in light.

I was confused and angry. But I felt


sorry for Jason. I just exploded in his
face for a stupid reason. He shouldn’t
have to put up with that. He should
have as much a normal life as possible.
I lost my chance.

‘I’m sorry I disappoint. I’m not an


escape mental patient. I don’t have
multiple personality disorder. I’m
just…’ he stopped unexpectedly.

‘You’re just?’ I prompted.

‘I’m just different,’ he looked down at


his mud-covered shoes.

‘Different how?’ I asked stupidly. I know


that Jason’s different. Even from
Steven and Craig.

‘You know that I’m different,’ he said,


smiling, staring at his shoes like he’s
never seen them before.

‘Yeah, but how?’ I asked impatiently. I


was never a patient person. My hair
fizzled and crackled as if it was on fire.

‘It’s not easy to tell you. You won’t


believe me,’

‘I won’t believe you? Are you serious! I


am non-existent and you think I won’t
believe you?!’ I was laughing so hard
my hair died out.

‘Can I tell you later? When I find out


more about, um, it’ he said.
‘Ah-ha. Sure.’ I said, respecting him like
he respected me.

‘Thanks,’ he said.

‘The least you can do is say my name,’


I joked as he turned to open the door.
He turned around and looked at me
funny.

‘Okay. If it will make you happy. Thank


you Juliet Marie Rose. For everything,’

‘Was that so bad?’ I asked as he walked


closer and looked at my face. His
breath was like before. Hot and smelt
like blood.

‘I just want to try something. If I die,


bury me where we hunted,’ he said
softly, breathing heat in my face.

‘if you’re gonna try what I think you’re


gonna try, just think. What happened
last time you got too close and I wasn’t
tied to a chair?’ I reminded him.

‘Oh. Just once please?’ he begged.

‘If you want to die, kiss a vampire,’ I


said, trying to calm myself so I
wouldn’t cause much damage.
‘Jason. You want to die?’ Asked Craig,
who was standing in the doorway. He
was wearing a tight black t-shirt and
dark blue jeans. His shoes were muddy
sneakers. It hasn’t rained here for
ages, but it did rain this morning. Odd.

‘That’s what I said, but somebody has


a death wish,’ I said switching my gaze
from Jason to Craig.

‘Shut up!’ Jason said as he turned his


eyes away from me to his friend.

‘Hey Juliet. Got thirsty? Don’t worry. I


won’t tell Steven. But, if you don’t want
Steven to know, you might want to
change your jeans,’ Craig said, leaning
against the doorway.

I looked down at my jeans. They were


filthy. I didn’t see that before.

‘Yeah I guess so. Got any I could


borrow?’ I asked. Borrowing jeans from
hunters. Keira would be so
disappointed.

‘Sure. Steven’s just gone to report to


Judith. Just inside the door. You can
have one of mine. First wardrobe,’ He
said.

‘Um. Okay,’ I said. He sounded like


Jason when he was interviewing me.
Shit.

I walked inside the gloomy


confinement. I looked over my shoulder
at Jason and Craig. They were talking
anxiously and constantly looking over
their shoulders.

I turned into the doorway, which lead


to Craig, Jason and Stevens’ room. It
was a big room, made completely of
marble and stone. There were dark
crimson sheets hanging loosely on the
walls like in the other room.

This room, however, had no burning


sage, no holy water and no wooden
stakes. Safe. For me at least.

In the corners, there were candles


burning and flickering as a source of
light.
Glass bookcases lined one wall. They
were filled with books with names like
“Holy Water; The Gift of Normality” and
“Hellsing Handbook”.

Another wall had a mahogany desk,


circa 100AD. The chair was polished
mahogany with carvings of flowers and
I’m not sure what else. The desk was
clattered with folders, papers, a
computer and a landline.

Another wall had two, two seater,


black, leather, couches pushed up
against it.

The last wall had three, stone doors.

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