Author Note: Well I'm writing again. I'm trying my hand at a supernatural based story this time. I always want to give myself a challenge. I really hope this story is a success like my previous ones. The band Amaranthe was my main inspiration for the creation of this idea and the song 'What Are You Waiting For?' by Nickelback also contributed. Enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter 1: The Amulet

Cairo, Egypt

She stood with a torch in hand walking down a narrow path within a tomb that belonged to some young pharaoh. Her ears perked at every sound that surrounded her. She honestly didn't even know if what she was looking for would be in the abandoned pyramid. The sound of footsteps approaching left her feeling guarded and prepared to attack.

"Mira?" A soft British accented woman's voice asked.

She turned her hand so the torch was shining behind her. Out of the shadows stepped out a young woman with long ebony hair and dark brown eyes with a hint of red in them. Mira could see the hunger forming within her struggling vampire partner. It had been hours since they started this walk into the pyramid looking for an artifact that would keep her from becoming the very weapon the witches explained she would one day become.

"Paige, I told you to wait at the campsite."

"I know; but I couldn't sit still. I'm starving."

"Look, I can only suppress your hunger for so long before you actually will need to feed."

"I know. Just for a little longer. I don't want you to do this alone."

Mira appreciated Paige's loyalty; but it was only because she didn't want her species to be wiped out by her if the part of her genetic makeup was activated. Paige cocked her head to side as if she could hear Mira's thoughts. She turned back around and continued on down the narrow path. The sound of their footsteps was the only thing making noise.

As they stepped out of the long hallway, they found themselves in a large room filled with gold relics and priceless artifacts from ancient times. Mira started her extensive search for the very thing that would give her freedom from being controlled by the witches. She had absolutely no desire to eliminate the vampires or the werewolves. They were a natural part of reality and she felt that the witches were delusional to think that they would be the only ones left standing.

"Anything yet?" Paige asked.

"No...nothing yet." She replied slightly disappointed.

Her fingers brushed across the fragments of a time when the world was so very different. It wasn't until she accidentally dipped her fingers into oil that she realized that she could give more light to the chamber. Mira lowered the torch in her hand to the oil. In seconds, it caught ablaze and the whole room was lit. Her hazel eyes shifted across the space. There was only one things she wanted.

Paige carefully looked around, trying to spot the symbol of the witch coven; but her vision was becoming blurry. The need to feed was becoming harder and harder to suppress even with Mira's help. Under normal circumstances, she just would have asked her for some blood; but as she found out, Mira's blood was poison to vampires. No one could feed off her without dying in the process. It was the curse of being the purifier.

"It's not here!" Mira screamed tossing a chest across the room, shattering it to pieces.

"It has to be here." Paige replied dropping to a knee.

"Paige!"

Mira rushed to her fallen partner and saw the bloodshot coloration in her eyes. She reached out to touch her ice cold face. Tossing her bag to the ground, she dug out the last bag of donated blood they had left. "Paige, look at me! I'm not going to let you starve and desiccate in this place. Drink!" She yelled holding the open bag to her lips.

"How touching! You actually care for the abominations of the world now." A voice interrupted with a series of claps of the hands.

Paige held the bag on her own; but couldn't move her limbs to stand up. Mira stood up, shielding her friend from the familiar presence of her formal mentor. The sight of her brought back far too many memories than she would like to admit hurt. "Are you following me now, Ingrid?" Mira asked narrowing her eyes in a glare.

"Well you are so hell bent on ruining everything we've been working towards. So someone has to stop you and make you understand."

"Understand what? I have no intention of helping you eliminate the vampires or the werewolves."

"My dear...you don't have a choice. It's in your blood. In fact, your blood is poison to both species."

Mira knew that she was telling the truth; but it still didn't change her mind on what she thought was right. Just because she was born to be something, doesn't mean that's what she had to be. It didn't seem right to destroy an entire species based on what people say. "That's where you are wrong. I do have a choice. I choose to protect them from the likes of you."

Paige shifted and could finally move her limbs. Ingrid held her hand out, sending surges of power directly into her body. Mira could hear her screams and swiftly turned towards her. Blood rolled down both nostrils, covering her lips in the crimson fluid. "Make it stop..." Paige cried clear tears rolling down her pale cheeks.

"Incendia (fire)" Mira whispered.

Flames scattered around Ingrid, breaking her concentration on Paige. The older witch took a step back, staring at her pupil through the opening through the wall of fire. Her eyes burned with an intense desire to protect the novice vampire from harm. Unfortunately, the girl really had no idea just how powerful she could potentially become if she'd stop worrying about the abominations of society.

Ingrid waved a hand to expel the wall of flames. Mira narrowed her gaze even further when she noticed what was in the woman's hand. The amulet that she had been searching for was dangling from her wrist. The red stone flashed with light, responding to her life-force. "I'll ask one time. Give me the amulet, please." Mira pleaded.

"I can't do that. I need to destroy it before you become a danger to yourself and risk ending our family line." Ingrid replied with a sly smile before turning her back on her.

"Ingrid!" She screamed.

Paige slowly got to her feet just in time to see the older woman vanish without a trace. A shattered Mira crumpled to her knees on the soft sand beneath them. She felt guilty for being the burden and not allowing her to do what she needed to do alone. Because of her, the amulet was in the witches hands. "Mira...I'm...I'm so sorry."

"This isn't your fault. It's mine for not realizing it sooner. She had it the whole time. She's been feeding off it's energy. Making herself stronger."

"There is some good news though. She can't destroy that amulet until your birthday or it won't work like they intend."

Mira smiled slightly, remembering the prophecy. It only gave them a two month window to get the object back. It was time to go back to the states and ask for help. It was time to see the prince of vampires face to face and the pack leader of the werewolves. As much as both species didn't want to admit, she was their only hope in survival. If the witches destroy the amulet on her birthday, it would mean the end of both races indefinitely.

"Ready to go back home, Paige?" Mira asked.

"Oh yeah! Lead the way."