Prologe:
Rain fell heavily on the slippery ground. A lone figure made their way through the rain and trees quickly. The figure, a young boy about nineteen looked behind him to see if anyone was following him but saw no one. He sighed in relief, and panting hard leaned against the nearest tree. His short dark hair was soaked from the rain as were his clothes but he didn't care. He was tired, hungry and hurting but knew he had to keep going if he didn't he would not live to see morning. suddenly a twig snaped from somewhere behind him, holding his left side he took of running into the trees again. He was beside himself in pain and fear and knew his only chance of surviving the night was to find a place to wait out the danger. Taking a painful, shallow breath he stoped running to rest a while. glancing around he found himself in a deep part of the ravine he had been so despritly trying to get out of, he found himself truly alone.
" Are you looking for someone," a deep moking voice asked. He looked around again ignoring the blood and pain.
"Up here vamp," the boy in question looked up in the tree he didn't even know he was standing under and gasped. In the tree was no other than the two people who were chasing him.
"I guess this is the end," he whispred before he felt the sharp stinging pain of a knife entering his body,"so close," he thought, "I was so close." "you win hunters," he whispred weakly as his legs buckled beneath him and he collapsed into the stream below,"you win."