Diaclaimer: I do not own Primeval or any of it's characters. Eve is my own creation, similarities to existing or nonexisting persons or places are accidental^^
Rated T for language and violence in later chapters, but don't worry its not just gore and stuff.
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And by the way, in my warped up reality Nick didn't die when Helen shot him. You should read my other story "The miracle" first, it will seem a lot less confusing in later chapters.
Hot and damp and thick was the air around. The sun hung high in the sky, very warm, but the thick layers of clouds enshrouding it made the atmosphere stuffy, as if a storm was nearing. Hidden by the undergrowth of a large forest, a small form was slowly creeping forwards, heading for a small patch of sunlit grass. It was human, female, but her face was hidden by strands of long black hair, which encircled her form. She moved with the eagerness and determination and grace like any expierienced hunter would. Around her neck a small thing glimpsed silver against the pale skin, despite the sunshine. It was a little name-tag saying in cold written letters: Specimen 9022164 Name: EVE. And that was what the two-legs used to call her. She thought of it as she; without any sound; slowly; inch by inch drew closer to the clearance. They had never referred to her as a human so why should she call them human? They raised her, gave her claws of her own, for she had no fangs to defend herself and when she was old enough (at least by their thinking) they let a predator loose on her. She remembered it completely, the snarling and that faint clicking as it located her. It had been a hard fight and she only barely had survived it. Wounded she had lunged forwards to strike one last time, before the power would leave her. She had managed to hit the artery, killing it quickly. And she remembered the smell of it and the female, their leader; had smirked and had said something. They had released her after it, only coming by now and then to see how she was doing, watching her kill in order to survive. And always that female was with them. She stood around, telling the males what to do. And strangely the males all looked the same. Sometimes they caught her, poking her with something sharp and small, catching her blood as it drained out of her body.
Determined she shook her head. She didn't want to waste her strength now by thinking of it. Not with prey so close at her spot. Eve cowered down just at the edge of the clearing, watching a large creature. It looked slightly like a deer, only bigger. It's antlers were small, it was a young male. Tusks emerged out of it's mouth, merely a defense weapon than having a real use. Nonetheless Eve decided to be careful. If she was hit by those tusks, the deer wouldn't stop before it had killed her. They never did, she knew that, because she had once seen them being attacked by another predator, very ugly and very dangerous. But it had been a small one for its race and it had stood no chance against the fully grown male deer. The predator had been close to collapse even before it had charged, but the deer had been healthy and strong. It had charged the beast and dug it's tusks and antlers deep into the beast's flesh. The deer had won, but it had been a brutal and suffering victory. She remembered it and had learned a lesson for herself. Never go near those tusks.
She extracted her claws, made of some metal that stayed ever sharp and strong, no gleaming on it, for it was black as her own eyes. Eve's muscles tensed as she watched the deer get innocently closer to her. She was hidden against the wind and the deer couldn't possibly smell her. Sweat covered her body, barely hidden by some self-made clothing out of the skin of another mammal. Her claws left long marks in the soft ground beneath her body, as she contracted her muscles, ready to leap at the deer any moment. All around Eve was suddenly sharply outlined, leaving no detail hidden from her. Automatically she ducked herself closer to the ground, waiting for the opportune moment to strike at her still clueless prey. She was nothing more than one leap away from it, when the deer suddenly looked up, turned its head, roared out fiercly and ran away. Robbed by the pleasure of the hunt, Eve lifted her head to glance around the clearance. Surely there must have been a reason why the deer fled. And she knew from expierience that it hadn't been her.
She was staged against the wind, which hadn't turned at all, she had not moved of made any sort of noise. She knew it, even her breath was unable to detect whenever she hunted. So, if it hadn't been her, then it had to be something else. Slowly, very carefully and still determined to move as silently as possible, she stood up and dared a step out at the clearing. Everything was quiet, even the flamebirds had stopped their chirping. No sound broke the eerieness of the silence. And then, right in front of her; halfway across the clearing; a bright light emerged out of nowhere and settled into a slowly rotating of light and shadow. Suddenly frightened Eve leapt back into the undergrowth, but instead of running away, she kept in place. Too curious to run away, she made sure she was still against the wind and was sitting still, claws ready at her hands, if need be.
But nothing was appearing, all kept silent around her.
Slowly she stood up, carefully walking towards the light, fascinated by the slowly rotating and the high pitched noise it uttered. It hovered in mid-air, its shards beautiful and terrible at the same time. Entranced Eve stood still, unable to heed other things around her, drawn in by its grace.
But then she heard a twig snap, a noise loud in the silence. Eve stiffened, her instincts returning. A slow breathing and a faint growling she heard and new sweat appeared at her skin, cold sweat, each drop filled with fear. Silently she cursed herself for paying no attention to her surroundings. She turned around, slowly, some part of her not wanting to see her enemy. Within the bushes in which she had ducked herself only minutes ago a brown shape was crouched, big muscles tensing, ready to strike at its target.
To be continued...
So, that was the first chapter, tell me what you think about it!