I run through the cold, winter night, hoping to find shelter nearby or be able to find some wood somewhere in these tree-less place. As i run, I realize that I have no clue where I'm supposed to be going. All I know is that I have one mission, which is Find Dimitri Belikov and kill him or lure him to our head-quarters. Let me back up for a second. My name is Heather, Heather Davison (I named myself that because I have no clue who my parents are). And I'm what you would call Strigoi. And I'm made for killing. Mainly Moroi, and some Dhampirs who get in the way. Strigoi are dead vampires, who are immortal and has to have blood to survive and whenever smells blood or sees blood goes in a frenzy. Moroi are undead vampires, who are mortal, they need blood to but not as much as a Strigoi need, they can eat food if they want to. Dhampirs are a mixture of Dhampir blood, and Moroi blood, they defend the Moroi, or at least the Royal ones. That's why we kill them because they get in our way of killing Moroi because they have to defend them. Stupid Code of Honor. I remember it before I was turned. "They come first." Hell no! They can kiss my ass if they want me to follow that motto. I'm forever 15 and have been for 3 years. My mission to kill Dimitri Belikov is important because he is the #1 target to get rid of besides Rosemarie Hathaway-Belikov. They both have a huge number of Strigoi Kill Marks, monjila marks. I remember my last day of my Dhampir life...
Flashback from 3 years ago:
I walked down the hallway to my room. My hand was on my room doorknob, when I realized that I had no reason to live. I don't know my parents, I barely have any friends, none of the teachers liked me. I have already starting cutting myself. I looked down at my forearms to see more than 15 scars look back at me. I starve myself already. I looked down at my skinny, skinny tummy, so skinny if you lifted my shirt you could see my ribs. I got tired of living and went outside away from the Academy and went into the woods and screamed.
"WHY DO YOU HATE ME WORLD! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO ANYONE! WHY DO I DESERVE THIS! I'M ALREADY LOSING MYSELF! I don't deserve to live... I wish I could die...right here...right now..." At the end of my speech it turns from a blood-curling scream to an extremely quiet whisper. Out of nowhere, someone with red eyes appeared in front of me.
"So you want to die, do you? How about becoming one of my soldiers?" The strange man said.
"I don't care! Do whatever you want, I'll help you as long I don't have to be here!"
He dipped his head to my neck where then I felt two pointy things strike me. Fangs... I think. He bites me and drinks my blood until I'm on the edge of consciousness, then bites his wrist and brings it to my lips and forces the metallic tasting thing down my throat. After he's given me enough blood, he takes his hands and puts them on either side of my neck.
"Ready?" He asks.
"Yeah..." I whisper. He snapped my neck into two. The last thing I remembered was my body hitting the ground.
End of Flashback
And these past 3 years have been the best of my life. I would never go back in time to change my actions. I look at the sign I almost ran into. Well, I guess I'm running for another 1681.79 miles. Because right now I'm in Pennsylvania and I'm on my way to Montana. To kill the man who stands in the way of me and respect from my fellow Strigoi.
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