This takes place after Last Sacrifice. I thought it would be cool to write a small novella about what it would be like if Rose turned strigoi. Remember, Lissa is queen and Dimitri is Rose's lover and Christian's guardian. I hope you like it and PLEASE REVIEW! No one is reviewing anymore L
"RUN!" The female screamed. Her feet were hitting the pavement hard and her breathing was labored. So labored, I think she was having an asthma attack as she ran. The man- I assumed- held her hand tightly and towed her behind him as he led the way, running.
I could smell their fear like it was a chocolate cake trail, showing me the way to where they were hiding. My long legs took their time following their trail. Their fear was getting stronger. They were listening to me approach. I smiled, enjoying the adrenaline rush of the hunt. I could almost hear their hearts racing, hoping I couldn't hear them breath, hear their blood pumping in their veins.
Oh, but I could hear their palpitations. It was like sweet nectar calling my name.
To human eyes, it was dark in the park. I found two human lovers out for an evening stroll, probably for a romantic walk. I was out to eat. I haven't eaten since yesterday night. I have gone too long without blood and I was getting cranky and weak. I was hoping for a moroi, but were I was at, there weren't many around. I saw my reflection in the window of a nearby shop and noticed that the top of my head was already turning green along with the tips of my fingers. My body has started to decay. I grimaced at my reflection.
The humans stopped running about fifty seconds ago. Timing was everything. Losing seconds could mean losing your meal.
They are hiding.
That's okay. I like hide and seek. I could feel myself making a wicked smile as I walked to where they were. My fangs were now the dominating feature of my face, making me look daunting. I could tell by their panic that they had heard the stories about the evil creatures of the night roaming the streets in town. One of the strigoi I've tagging along with lets some of his prey go so that they would send word to others about the danger lurking around in the street. It was a stupid idea, but it did bring people to their knees in fear. The human told the others that we are stronger than we look (they must think we are on some sort of steroid), have red eyes and pale white skin (make them think we are albino) and have razor sharp pointy teeth. They probably label us as vampires, which is one hundred percent accurate.
I came up to a vacant parking lot. I shook my head. Like all horror stories, the bad ending always has to stop at a creepy place. For some reason, vacant parking lots with a woodsy area always give me that creepy feeling. WHY?! Not that it mattered to me. I got a thrill out of it.
WHAM! Something hard hit me in the back of the head, sending me down on my knees, and then eventually I laid my head down. I could feel my head split open. I saw a blurry vision of a man standing before me followed by the girl coming up beside him. She grabbed his hand and made him make a run for it with her.
I took a deep, painful breath. Come on you stupid endorphins, kick in. I got up, biting through the pain as the endorphins kicked in. The girl screamed as she looked back, looking at me with her scared blue-green eyes and her beach blond hair in her face. "She's getting up. Kyle!" She half shrieked, half cried.
I got up and started walking towards them. Little did they know that I the wound was already partly healed.
They ran down the deserted New York suburb street in Brooklyn and then down an ally. Bummer for them, I already knew these streets.
I knew them because they were my hunting grounds. I had to get rid of a few problems; others who had claimed it before I ever came here.
There was only one rule: strongest gets first dibs.
I climbed up the ladder of the fire escape to the roof top of the nearest building of the ally that the humans ran down. I was on the roof top in seconds because of my strigoi speed. I climbed the steel ladder effortlessly, and in a way, it felt like I was just gliding up. When I am on a hunt I feel like I am invincible, like no one could stop me.
I felt superior. Strong. Powerful. Sexy.
Qualities I never had when I was a dhampire. I was strong, but not as strong as others. I knew how to use my body, but now I know exactly what my body is capable of. I know exactly how to strike fear into others. When I was a dhampire, I didn't know exactly how to keep my charge feeling calm. I only had a general idea.
I ran on the roof top, hearing their footsteps echo off the brick walls. This was an easy chase. Which is a bummer, I enjoy a good challenge.
I ran a little harder, trying to build up momentum to jump on the next roof top, which is a ten foot jump. Little more than your average jump, but with my extra strength, it will be easy.
"She's on the rooftop!" The girl yelled out of breath. It sounds like the girl has asthma. I frowned at that. She was too easy. In a horror movie, she'd be the first one to die. This isn't a horror movie, though and I get bored, so I'll end up letting her go, hoping that her revenge will be more of a challenge. That is, if she gets enough courage and strength to come for me. Women like her would want revenge after killing a lover.
The boy- Kyle- looked up just as I jumped the ten feet to the next roof top. It felt good to feel the wind in my hair. My hair was down to the middle of my back, making me feel like some sort of evil princess.
Again, a surge of power and adrenaline went through me because I could smell his fear. And I liked it. I could feel a sick, twisted smile form on my lips.
Another reason I smiled was because the girl made a wrong turn. She didn't know it yet, but it led to a dead end.
I slowed my pace. I had them right where I wanted them. I got to the edge of the last building rooftop. I dropped down into a sitting squat as I watched them approach the dead end, which is a gated door with a metal lock.
They ran up to it and jerked it, as if it would break apart. If you were strigoi it just might, but they were human; weak and inferior.
The girl looked up to where I was and whispered something to the boy. She whispered it so low that I couldn't hear. I'd assume it would be something along the lines that I am up here, on a seven story building and there is no way for me to come down. She'd probably assume I have a gun and then therefore shoot and kill them that way.
No. Drinking blood from a dead corpse is nasty. It's like drinking expired milk out of the jug. Plus, having a gun on me would be useless. My body is the weapon, so no weapon necessary.
I watched to see how they were going to escape. My bet was on them running back the way they came, but to my astonishment, Kyle took out his wallet and produced a small metal pick.
Handyman. I had to give him some points.
He quickly opened the lock and as he unchained the fence. The girl yelled at him to hurry up and as she was yelling at him, I jumped down from the roof.
This was my favorite part. It unnerves my victims; puts them on edge.
Ah, the taste of fear. How I like it!
As I left the roof top, it felt like I was flying, rather than falling. The air felt good against my skin and through my hair. It excited me, giving me more adrenaline. The ground was coming closer and I was already in position to land. When I landed, I landed on the balls of my feet and in a squat position, making the impact from gravity light and easy on my body.
I walked towards them at a quicker pace than just a regular walk.
The air felt damp, and I could feel it getting slightly colder out, making it to where the fog will be rolling in soon.
The couple retreated further out of town, which was strange to me. This was becoming more and more like a horror movie, not that I'm complaining. Most people would retreat further into town for safety, which would cause a scene and someone would come to the "rescue." Unfortunately for them, there is no rescuing or escaping. I will find them and I will kill them.
The buildings became smaller and smaller and the smell of food vanished. I only smelled pollution from factories and cars. Little apartment buildings were dark and had black metal bars over the window so no one would break in and steal their valuables.
The two were about five hundred yards from me and were opening a door with a key.
"God Kyle, hurry!" Just as she was saying that, Kyle got the door opened and they went inside and slammed the door shut and locked it twice (I'm assuming with the dead bolt).
I sped up towards the door and knocked.
"I will give you to the count of three to open the door. Otherwise, you will see what I am capable of." I said in a menace tone.
"One." No movement.
"Two." I listened and still no movement.
"Three." I waited a moment and still no movement, so with a shrug I took a step back and kicked the door in effortlessly.
I was surprised that I didn't hear the girl scream. I marched right inside only to find it vacant. I stayed still and listened for anything that would tip me off to their escape. People run or jog when they are in a hurry.
Nothing. I didn't hear anything.
I searched the apartment and still found nothing. I walked into a room that had a bed and a dresser. I looked over at the wall and noticed that the window was slightly open, like someone tried to close it. I opened it and poked my head out. I scanned the vicinity, but saw nothing. Then I listened and I could faintly hear footsteps heading towards town.
My blood boiled with rage. I'm a better hunter than this. How many kills have I done like this? Too many and not one of them got away like the ones tonight. How the hell did I not hear the window open or the breathing hike when they were making the jump?
This only means one thing: I've lost my touch.
As I was thinking these things, I jumped down from the window, into the ally's street. A growl started buiding up within my chest. I was very, very mad. I started to see red. My anger, however, only fued my energy and strength. Suddenly, I was running faster.
"She will be coming for us." I heard the man say as they came into a semi crowded area. They were a block ahead of me. I could practically hear their hearts working overtime. I could taste their fear on my lips. This time, I wasn't playing around.
"Damn right." I said, and then I started to sprint.
I turned the corner and—
WHAM!
I got knocked down. Hard. I landed on my hip. If I was a dhampire, I would have fractured my hip. If I thought I was mad earlier, then I am pissed the fuck off now.
I looked up at the person that knocked me down.
It was a guardian. Behind him, was the cute couple that was on my menu for tonight.
"Looks like I will be working extra hard for my meal tonight, huh Guardian?"
He grimaced and didn't speak. He got into a stance that said he will fight to the death to protect the innocent people.
"I use to be a guardian." I told him. "You won't win. I protected the queen."
His face didn't betray him if he felt uneasy. So I added in a little more.
"I was trained by a Russian." I smiled, this time, meaning it in a threatening way, showing my fangs. "Now I'm hungry. You have two choices: let me eat them and you can live. Or I eat you first then go for them. I won't be so generous later. Take it now."
He didn't move. He had nobility and honor. As all guardians I've come across in my last twenty years of life.
"I really don't want to kill a guardian." I said. He didn't say anything, so I went into attack mode. I lunged for him, but he was ready for that. He knocked me off balance and did a right uppercut to the jaw. I stumbled, but quickly regained my balance before he saw an opportunity to come at me. We danced in a tight circle, ready for the other to make a move.
After about thirty seconds, I quickly grew inpatient. I faked a kick, he took the bait and I threw a punch, knocking him onto the ground. I got on top of him, and a growl of victory erupted in my chest as I pinned him down. The guardian was sweating, and I could smell his fear.
"Run kids, now!" He yelled at them.
I made eye contact with the boy. He was afraid for his guardian, but his instinct to survive was kicking in. When our eyes met, I conveyed one message: You're next.
Then he and the girl ran away.
I then focused my attention on the guardian who was still struggling, but couldn't get out of my hold. "I've won." I said, smiling dangerously with my fangs showing. I leaned down once I was sure he couldn't surprise me with moves and went for his throat.
He yelled in pain, but quickly stopped as the endorphins started working in his system. The longer I drank, the less he fought and his breathing slowed down until it was steady and soon, he stopped breathing all together. I drank every ounce of blood in his system, making sure he was dead. He was sweet, but had a bitter taste.
Then the rush of killing hit me. It was the ultimate high. I felt superior, strong, and perilous.
When I was done with my feast, I looked up where my next two victims were at, which of course was empty. They took his advice and ran.
I looked down at him and thought about turning him, he was just barely alive. We could be a good team, terrorizing the city and hunt together. But if I turned him, I'd have to give up the hunt.
I thought about it and decided to give up the hunt. After all, they weren't moroi; they were human. I needed help if I were to hunt moroi. With my resolve set, I turned him. I gave him some of my blood. I can only hope that I didn't drain him too much for him to just be dead.
I grabbed him, lifting him off the ground and took him back to my place.
"I really hope I didn't just kill you." I murmured mostly to myself. I know, by instinct, when you give blood to your victim, the transformation takes at least a full three minutes to just start.
"I hope I'm not making a mistake."