Chapter 1- Blood is Pride
I wake to the sound of feet walking to my sell; through my matted black and messy hair I see the faint glow of light from the overhanging flood-lamp. I site up from my position on the cold metal ground and see a woman stand in front of me; she was in her late 40's with what looked like a suit on, fancy and refined just like the woman's eyes and face. " , do you know who I am?" of course I knew who she was, she was the infernal woman who sent me to that Ifreann. "Yes, you are Queen Tatiana of the Moroi." She says nothing; after all I was imprisoned on that Island for 7 years. Most people would have become like a best and lost all form of sanity, but not me. No and besides I could never forget that face. "So I'm guessing I got off for good behavior?" I ask her with a slight turn of my head, her eyes dart ever ware on my face, thinking she will find something to tell what makes me tick. "Or dose the Great Moroi race need help form a lonely hunter again?" She scoffs at me with unsure eyes. "We Moroi do not need help form the likes of you; we still remember what you have done." I roll my eyes at this and start to go back to sleep. "Yes, yes, 10 Moroi killed in cold blood, 45 Strigoi killed with a knife an-""And 37 Dhampir in critical condition." Says the Queen with a stone cold gaze. "From a Strigoi, we would not be surprised, From a Moroi, grief stricken. But form a Human? Well we do not know what to do." I sit up and look her dead in the eye and say "What do you want from me, your majesty." She smiles, not one filled with humor but one filled with greed. "I want you to go too St. Vladimir's and kill Rose Hathaway."