A/N: So this idea came to me very suddenly. I'm deleting two of my stories and thought maybe this one could fill one of those gaps. So, please give it a go! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
The street was empty. Deserted even. The damp pavement was dotted with puddles and a never ending dizzle of rain drained the grey clouds of its water. It was a Friday night. Everyone was either at home watching t.v or have relocated to a different District for a 'Friday Night Celebration.' No one went out on Friday nights in 12. Frankly the place was too dull and boring.
The girl walked down the street, unaware of how desolate the place was. She was new in the District, moved with her father for buisness. Her clinking heels echoed ominously around the night air, the only sound to be heard within miles. She didn't know many places to go to on a Friday night. She didn't know about the lack of places to go out to in 12. The girl was determined though. After the day she had had, she needed a drink.
Her boyfriend had dumped her for her best friend but 'still wanted to be friends' and she failed her math A-level. She was denied a retake. Just her luck. Nothing ever went her way. She attracted bad luck like a piece of metal to a magnet. No matter how many four leaf clovers she collected or amount of times she'd wear rabbit feet on a piece of rope around her neck, she was always denied some good luck.
She just wanted to die.
There was a creak behind her. She spun around but saw nothing. Just the end of the pavement in which she began walking from. Maybe it was a fox. Or a falling box. Nothing to worry about . . . she hoped. She began walking again, slightly faster this time. The clinking of her heels picked up as she moved, soon building into an eerie cresendo around the street. She didn't know what she was worrying about: It was probably nothing.
The hairs on the back of the girl's neck pricked up as she walked. It felt like there was a pair of eyes boring into the back of her head. She tried to convince herself to was a ridiculous thought but her mind countinued to worry, especially when she felt like the said watcher was getting closer. She didn't care anymore.
She ran.
She hurried around a street corner, hoping to find a newsagents or a pub where she could take refuge in but there was nothing. Just more dull buildings. She ran faster, as much as her hot pink heels would let her. Something was following her. And something told her it was going to catch her. A black shape rushed past in the corner of her eye. It was up high. Maybe on the roof of the Holland and Boyd building to her right. Her heart picked up in a frenzy, beating faster as she continued to run. The girl was ready to go into full on panic mode when she suddenly ran into a dead end.
The girl screamed in frustration and pounded the wall with her fist. What was going to happen? Was she going to be kidnapped? Murdered? Raped? She should have listened to her father and stayed inside. She should have listened to him.
The sound of heels approaching behind her made her spin around in fear and press herself against the wall. A dark silohuette was walking toward her, getting closer and closer. As it got closer and stopped, the girl could see them more clearly.
It was a woman with dark hair that was braided elegantly and resting over her shoulder. Her grey eyes stared at the girl with concern. She barely blinked. The girl noticed how pale she was, her skin almost matching that of her grandmother's procelin doll that she wasn't allowed to touch.
"Are you okay?" the woman asked, her blood red lips standing out on her pale face. Her voice was sweet as honey and wrapped itself around the girl like a delightful coil she didn't want loosened.
"I th-thought someone was f-f-ollowing me," the girl stuttered. The woman smiled, the gesture immediately putting the girl at ease.
"I can assure you that there is no one following you," she said. She stepped closer to the girl. "There's only me and you here." The girl looked into the woman's hynotizing grey eyes and a wave of comfort washed over her. The woman was right. There was no one following her. How ridiculous she'd been.
"You're right," the girl agreed, almost trance-like. The woman took another step closer, so close that their chests were nearly touching. The girl sucked in a breath, her eyes never leaving the woman's. The woman was so beautiful it was almost painful.
"Come with me," she said, holding her pale hand out for her take. The girl stared at it, scared that if she touched it it would break like her grandmother's porcelin did. But she slid her hand into the woman's anyway, almost as if her limbs were working of their own accord, acting on the comfort and trust she felt toward the braided woman.
The woman pulled her close. Almost as if she was intending a loving embrace. The girl wasn't attracted to women, but something told her she'd make an acception for this glorious creature. The woman's red lips turned up in a reassuring smile as she tipped the girl's chin up.
"You'll be safe with me," she said.
The girl heard something behind her. Four footsteps, almost in sync. Normally she'd panic but she was too lost in the woman's grey eyes that she didn't notice the two others coming up behind her. The braided lady's eyes flicked up at the two people behind her and nodded. The girl was suddenly pushed away, into the arms of the people behind.
She screamed and stuggled as arms wrapped around her and her head was forcefully tilted sidewards. Breath ghosted over her neck and she continued to scream. She screamed as hard as she could. The braided lady appeared in her eyeline and held her finger up to her lips. Sssshh, a voice cooed in her head. And she did. Her mouth fell shut and she didn't scream again.
Something sunk into her skin and sucked. Blood began to drain from her body. She grew limper and her eyes felt heavy. Her life began to slip away as more and more blood was taken from her. Her life flashed before her eyes. Her father, her boyfriend, her friend and her boyfriend seeing each other behind her back, her bad luck, her failed maths test, the mystifying woman with the braid who was the siren toward the end of her life.
She could finally die.
And she did.
~xXx~
"Well, that was different," Madge mused as Finnick dropped the dead girl to the ground. "Must have been a vegan or something, her blood was disgusting." Katniss looked at the dead body with a pang of guilt. She poked the girl's thigh with the toe of her boot and sighed.
"No 'thanks Katniss'?" she asked.
"Sorry," Madge sighed before saying, "Thanks Katniss!" in an overexaggerated grateful tone. Finnick chuckled and wiped some blood off his chin.
"What would we do without you?" he asked, matching Madge's voice.
Katniss wasn't used to this. It had been five years and she still wasn't used to it. Maybe that's what comes with being a fledgling for so long. Madge tells her that's the reason anyway. She isn't so sure.
Madge and Finnick are vampires. Their blood is entwined with the clan of 12. Katniss is their fledgling but sometimes she felt more like their assitant. She didn't drink blood; she couldn't yet. Fledglings don't drink until they become full vampires like Madge and Finnick. And that didn't happen until she located her sire.
Basically Katniss was their tracker dog. Fledglings' senses are more heighted than vampires, so it's her job to find grub for her mentors. It's not as hard as it sounds. Her mind is open to the thoughts of humans and she can hear when someone's alone and when they're not. She smells their blood when she gets close enough, to make sure it's safe. Certain things in the bloodstream can posion vampires, sort of like an allergy.
She didn't mind her job. It's what gets her advice and guidance from her two mentor/friends. It's just . . . when she sees the bodies . . . she can't help feeling like a monster. Even if she isn't the one to kill them. She's the one who leads the real monsters to them. But then again, someday she'll be like them too. Someday she'll want to drain the humans just as much as Madge and Finnick do.
"Well, I'm not full," Madge concluded, picking at her nails. The dull glow from a nearby streetlight makes her pale skin glow and glitters through her blonde hair. Madge was utterly breathtaking, even if she didn't have the raw beauty of a fledgling.
Finnick rolled his eyes and flipped the girl's dead body round so she was lying face down, a common murder position. "We can't kill anyone else," he said. "People will get suspcious."
"But I'm hungry Finn!" Madge snapped.
"Then go to the hopsital, get a pint off Cinna," I suggested. Madge sighed and tossed her hair back.
"Fine, fine, you're right," she said, holding her hands up in defeat. She paused and eyed Katniss carefully. "You find him yet?" When Katniss shook her head, Madge sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "This is getting bloody ridiculous. I swear, five years. Five years. You should have found him by now!"
"Give her time Madge," Finnick said, arranging the girl's hair so it temporarily hid the bite marks in her neck.
"Five years Finn!" Madge screeched. "This is going to cost us our heads!"
Katniss wanted to find her sire, she really did. For Madge and Finnick's sake. If she didn't then the council will kill them. She has already been pushing it by asking for so much extra time on the search.
Basically, when a human is turned into a fledgling, to become a full vampire they must find and drink the blood from their soul mate, their sire. The person they would have married in the future. The love of their live. Each fledgling's mind is wired up to lust for the blood of their mate. It's apparently the most delicious, glorious thing they will ever consume in their lives. Katniss didn't understand how she could ever lust over the blood of another.
Madge's soul mate wasn't that hard to find. All she did was walk into a bar one night and she was hit with the lust. She spied the man sitting at a booth, seduced him into the back alley and greedily drank him dry. Finnick told her it took him some time to find his but when he did, he claimed it was worth it. It's hard to control the lust and that's what makes it most dangerous because if you're hit by it and unable to control yourself in public then the secret would be revealed and they'd all be in jeprady.
"He's got to be somewhere!" Madge insisted. As the person who turned Katniss, Madge would be the most likely to get the worst of it if she doesn't find her sire. "I mean, you were hot enough when you weren't a flegd! You would have gotten married! Right!?"
"Right," Finnick confirmed. "Don't fret Madge, she'll find him."
"I don't understand why we can't just search for him!" Madge continued to rant. "I've seen too much just to die because some girl can't find her freaking sire!" Katniss laughed and shook her head. Madge's temper was comical at best. When she'd stopped complaining, she looked at Katniss with pleading eyes. "Please Kat, I don't want to die."
"I'll find him, I swear," Katniss said. "Well, I hope I'll find him, I mean . . ."
"Never know, it could be a her," Finnick said, wiggling his eyebrows. Madge scoffed and hit him in the arm. "What?! It happened Clove, why wouldn't it happen Katniss?"
"Hmm, let me think," Katniss replied, pretending to be in deep thought. "Maybe because I'm not a lesbian!"
"Well, you think you're not but-" Madge hit him again and he glared at her before laughing. "Okay, okay, fine, you're not a lesbian."
"Damn right," Katniss muttered, giving him a smack of her own for good measure. Something suddenly got her attention. She wasn't sure what it was, a shift in her perception maybe. Her fledgling senses caught on to everything. She turned around in the street and tilted her head to the side. Up on the lamp post in the distance was a CCTV camera. "Fuck."
"I got it," Finnick sighed, jogging up the road. Madge dragged the deadweight body down into the corner of the street while Finnick scaled the lamp post and unwired the camera before messing with the wiring inside. Katniss couldn't help being amazed by how he could keep himself wrapped around the top of the post without using his hands in any way as he fiddled with the inside of the camera.
Someday she'd be able to do that . . .
Madge returned and slapped Katniss on the back. "So, you wanna go on a man hunt?" she asked. She batted her blonde lashes and said in a sing song voice, "Wanna find your soul mate?"
Katniss glanced back at the dead body in the corner of the street. If she didn't find her sire, that could be Madge and Finnick. She crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. "Okay," she sighed. "Let's go."
Finnick dropped off the lampost and gestured up to the fixed up camera. "Deleted the last hour of footage," he explained as they walked. "No one will suspect us in the slightest."
"They never do," Katniss replied.
She prodded her teeth with the tip of tongue. They weren't sharp at all. Someday, if they find her sire, she her teeth shall sharpen into points and she shall be able to hunt like her friends. She'll become a creature of the night and shall become one with her clan.
She wondered who her sire was. Who she would have married in the future. Was he good looking? Smart? Rich? Would he have showered her in love and romance? Would she have been happy with him? She'd never know.
Because when she finds him, she'll kill him.
A/N: Can anyone guess who her sire is? lol, I think you all can :-)
P.S: There may be vampires in this but it won't be sappy like Twilight. There will be death and blood and gore etc. I hate Twilight *shiver*
Please R&R! :D