May
your life mean something at its end, mine never did.
The end for
you is near, my end already passed.
Here I stand alone and dead,
an evil left to your imagination.
A Queen of Darkness, Ruler of
the Dead, some say, but instead my disposition has wrong been read.
I feed on blood and carnage alone, not love or even hate.
I
am hollow inside, dead to even myself, and now it is too late.
My
life has ended by my own hand and now my need for blood is great.
Here is your death, coming amid pain and darkness.
Let me take
you quickly and may you not rise up again.
Death is my strength;
your life is my weakness.
BY: me
Disclaimer: I do not own any of AAR characters, but I do own the plot and main character…
I'm standing high over the battlefield, death and decay hovering around me like a fog. From the tree I stand in, I can see all that have fallen. A few painful moans drift from the carnage from those who don't realize they're already dead. The war between witches and shape-shifters has been going on for hundreds of years but with the end of this battle all is finished.
I was born from the spilled blood, running like rivers down hills, collecting on the plains forming lakes of deep crimson. There are only a few remaining of both races, witches hiding in their homes, shifters in their forests.
But now a new race has been born from the destruction, one that feeds from the pools of blood, on the pain and fear of shifters, witches, and humans alike. I step from my tree, walking among the waves of corpses looking for one still alive. No one will notice if I feed from one already dying. I find a shifter lying on his back, barely able to breathe, half in human form half in wolf. As I step toward him, he focuses on me.
"My god! The Angel of Death! Leave me alone!" he whispers hoarsely, trying to crawl away from me. I can feel fear pouring through him in waves, choking him. I bend down to him, revealing my fangs. I can feel his pulse as they pierce his flesh. Soon I hear his heart stop. I pull away and begin to walk from the carnage, the breeze blowing the acrid smell away from me.
When I reach an abandoned home, I enter, looking thru the place, finding nothing of use to me. I enter the master bedroom, finding a mirror. I'm astonished by what I see. My usually tousled black hair hung straight and smooth, falling mid-back. My slender body was taunt with muscle, my skin milky white and flawless. I look to my eyes. The once emerald color had been traded for a gold color with bright green flecks, though as I stand there I see them shimmer to black. I close my eyes using my improved senses to feel the room around me. I can feel the fear and anger left by those who'd fled when the battle began. I can smell the damp musk of the lingering dust, the starkness of the whitewashed walls and the sharpness of the glass in the windows. When I open my eyes, I see the view of the forest, something in me yearning to run free. Slowly I turn from the window to a wardrobe. I trade my torn, bloodstained clothes for a black corset and crimson skirts.
I leave the house, looking for a suitable creature to make like me. This curse, this gift was bestowed on me by a group of witches and shifters who decided they could end the war peaceably. I was their sacrifice due to the fact that my mother was a witch and my father was a shifter. They had been executed by there own people but nether side wanted to kill me, though neither wanted to keep me. I remained untrained and isolated. When the spell they had used backfired I was neither a shifter nor a witch, but I was both, and then some. After I died, the battle broke out. When I reawakened, my new like began.
I decide the name that my mother gave doesn't suit me I choose a different one. Virida, meaning green in Latin, reminds me of my eyes and therefore suits me.
By my understanding, blood made, sustains me, therefore, it can change a living being to what I am. I walk looking for the perfect candidate.
Many years pass until I find what I am looking for. He's tall, though human, has remarkable strength and supernatural perception. I seduce him easily using my psychic abilities. After sharing my blood, he dies, just as painfully as I had. Even before he wakes, I can feel his power. Not quite as strong as me but close enough to have an interesting fight if need be. When he regains consciousness, I give him a new name, Siete. I train him to use what he has been given, though no shifter or witch abilities show themselves. Years pass and the world falls back into the stone age. I watch as the pyramids are built, as the Great Wall of China is constructed, as the Incans fall to Spaniards, and as the Americans fight for freedom.
