Hey guys! I thought, that hey, noones recapped a Level E's story. How their life is like. Everyone pretty much hates them. But after reading this, maybe you'll feel a little more sorry for them. Besides, it's the Pureblood's fault. DOWN WITH PUREBLOODS!

Anyways, Enjoy!~

The Short Second Life Of A Level E.

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They were closing in.

Shit.

I leaped across the roof of each building, my long, unruly blood red hair billowing out behind me as the wind buffeted my face.

I ran like a cat, on all fours, choosing to leap rather then trot, covering ground faster.

I don't know how they'd found me. I'd keepen a low profile, not eating too much. But when a level E's gotta eat, a level E's gotta eat.

Soaring through the air, I landed on another biulding.

That should keep those hunters busy.

Why were they killing us? Why aren't the after the monsters who made us? Who are capable of making more?

We never asked for this.

My whole life, I've been a killer. Well, my whole second life, that is.

A killer that everyone hates, only because we're more savage than other vampires.

But, we're still vampires. And we all still drink the same thing. Just cos we're another level of vampire, that doesn't make us any different to them. We're all still the same. Just like levels of shit. Well, guess what? It's still shit.

If you could choose between a level E and a pureblood to suck your blood, everyone would choose the pureblood, becuse they'd be better, because they're first class vampires, right?

Wrong. The worst a level E can do is kill you, but a Pureblood, would MAKE you a level E.

All those times when level E's did someting bad, like kill noble or important vampire families, or something like that, everyone thinks, It's the level E's doing. They thirst for power.

Err. Wrong. Everyone forgets about the sweet noble, honourable, first class Pureblood, that CONTROLS the level E's.

They're the ones who order us to kill in the first place.

But, they're still after us.

I smirked as I somer saulted off the side of the building.

A bullet was fired to my left and an anti-vampire symbol shone where I was standing a few seconds before.

"Missed." I hissed back, running full flight on two legs down an alley.

If I ever get my hands on those vampire hunters, I would gladly bite down on their necks, peircing their skin, and drain them dry, ripping apart their throat, before tearing them limb from limb.

I snarled happily at the idea.

I had, thank god, still kept my human form still, not yet succumbing into level E form. At least my control was capable of that much. But the blood lust was taunting me. Tempting me. Torturing me. Trying to make me give in.

And I was real close to giving in.

That's when a bullet hit me in the ankle.

I tumbled, bashing into the wall, and cracking it. I was surprised I didn't bring the whole building down, at the speed I was going.

I saw a hazy silhouette.

So. This is it. This is how I'm going to end. Well, at least there's one less vampire in the world. All the pain of being one would be gone.

But Farren was going to kill me if I died. Oh yeah. My twin sister was going to be preeeety pissed.

I smiled at the thought.

"Come on, vampire hunter. Kill me! KILL ME!" I screeched at the darkness, still smiling crazily.

That's when I saw him.

A boy. A teenager, no older then myself.

And he was pointing a gun at me.

This shocked me. I thought a grown man or woman would be hunting me. Not a boy. Was this the hunter's sick version of a joke? So they're recruiting kids now? That's just insane. Insane and stupid.

I stiffled a shout. I couldn't hold onto human form anymore. I was changing, slowly. my nails were lengthening, and I couldd feel my fangs comeing out.

"Don't look at me." I moaned at the boy, my voice becoming deep and groany.

"You still look partially human, vampire." The guy said, raising his gun abit. "But after a while, you'll be a complete monster."

My arms were lengthening. I gasped in pain, trying to keep myself human.

"I won't change!" I choked out, holding my head in my hands, shaking it violently.

It burnt. The pain of holding back, and not succumbing to the darkness.

I gasped out loud, my body convulsing.

Once I finished turning, this kid won't stand a chance.

"Run. Before I- Before I finish t-transforming." I managed to get out, my canines elongating, my jaw aching.

The boy narrowed his eyebrows, and his cold purple eyes softned just a bit.

He chucked me a box, a black box with a red design on it. I was in too much pain to see the design, but watched as it landed at my feet.

"Eat these." The boy said, peering closer at me. "They help."

I tried to reach for the box, but my arms hurt too much.

"I can't. I-It hurts." I moaned, shaking.

He bent down and opened the box. He poured out some tablets, and, warily, came up to me.

"What do I d-do?" My eyes unfocused.

"Open your mouth." He said.

I did.

In went the white pills, and I sucked on them.

Huh? Blood? But... disgusting blood.

I almost spat them out. But they did help, so I decided to keep them in.

"Thankyou." I whispered to him, closing my eyes and laying back.

"I'm still going to kill you." he said, cold hard and emotionless again. "Only you won't be in complete pain when you die."

That's when I noticed something. Something I should've noticed before.

"Why are you killing you're own kind?" I asked him, watching as his eyes narrow.

"Ke, what do you mean, 'My own Kind?"' He spat out in disgust.

"You're one of us." I looked at him dumbly. Feeling stupid. Why hadn't I noticed before? "How do you cope?" I asked.

"What?" He looked incredulous.

"How do you stop eating humans?" I wanted to know. So that if I ever got out of this, I could maybe try out the same thing.

"Don't play games with me, monster." He snarled.

"Has it got anything to do with these tablets? Or does that tattoo on your neck help?" I cocked my head to the side. I was curious now.

"SHUTUP!" He shouted, raising his gun again.

"Why won't you tell me?" I frowned, fustrated. "Don't you want other level E's to be able to live in peace? There are level E's out there who wish they could live alongside humans. We're not all bad. It's not even our fault we're like this."

He looked shocked, stepping back a step.

"How long have you been a level E?" He asked, trying to look emotionless again.

"About a couple months." I answered.

He gasped.

"Who made you?" He asked, bending down on one knee.

"He won't let me tell anyone. And you should know that once you're master orders you to do something, you can't resist."

"Then what is your name?"

"Hannah." I whispered. "You?"

"Zero."

"Well, Zero. Are you going to pull that trigger or not?" I looked pointedly at his gun.

He nodded.

Argh, the tablets didn't last very long. The pain was back again. Just like drinking blood from someone. When you bit into them, you had just a few minutes of painless being, but after that, it came back.

"Pull it now." I moaned, my voice changing again. "Kill me."

He nodded wordlessly, his trigger finger tensed.

He chuckled abit. "I've never had trouble killing a vampire before. You're... different."

"I often have that affect on men." I joked, even though my insides were screaming. "But, please. Kill me now, while I'm still partially human. I don't want to die looking like a monster."

"I understand... Close your eyes."

And I did.