Hello everyone! This is my second fic. This first chapter is just the preface. This will all be in Chloe's POV. I hope you guys I enjoy this! Please review!


Preface

A fire blazed before her. She took deep breaths, wiping her cheeks. She cold hardly believe what she had just witnessed.

Her mind went back to the moment in the kitchen, where she had been chatting happily with her parents about the boy across the village who seemed to have taken an interest in her. He had pretty blond locks, and a dazzling smile. He was so kind and polite to everyone, even in anger. Her parents had been happy, glad that their daughter was smiling.

Then, the door broke down. Behind the entryway of their tiny cottage stood large, rather hairy, frightening men. The family immediately knew who they were, and the girl's father threw her out the open window before closing it and telling her to flee. She screamed at him to come with her, but he knew better. He had to give a distraction to those two men. Tears rolled down the girl's cheeks.

Then, the larger of the two threw something. Three seconds later, it exploded, immediately causing a large fire. The girl pushed her blond hair behind her ears and backed up, screaming as the window burst. She turned and ran, leading her to where she was now.

The men appeared to the side of the fire, walking towards her.

The girl shook in fear, adrenaline, shock, and horror. She turned around and bolted, praying that they wouldn't catch up to her, even though it was impossible for her to outrun them and she knew that.

As the unmistakable sound of a gunshot ran through the air, Serena felt the bullet pierce through the back of her head before she fell to the ground. Soon the werewolves picked up her lifeless body and threw it in a potato sack. They threw it in their carriage and went on to find the next type of supernatural on the list: sorcerer.


He put a hand on his pounding heart, thanking God he had made it through that. He didn't have a clue where his father was. He stood there, back against the wall, breathing heavily. He decided that he needed to exercise more.

What had just happened? The young man had trouble comprehending it himself. How had he managed to survive that? The werewolves had came out of nowhere, and then, BOOM, fire. On the street. Killing innocent people who were buying fruit. Couldn't they just buy their strawberries without being murdered? Was his father murdered as well? Simon's breath hitched. If his father was dead, Simon would die. His father was the key to his survival- the man taught Simon everything he knew about remaining in hiding and finding a good place to stay for a short period of time. Simon didn't have the slightest clue what he would do without him.

Not only that, but Kit was his rock. Simon would have gone insane a rather long time ago if Kit hadn't reassured him and protected him and distracted him from thoughts of the night his mother was murdered by werewolves. He did not want to remember what those werewolves looked like; they were gruesome and disgusting. He nearly puked at the sight of one.

He shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. Simon had ran do far without knowing his father wasn't following him. He could not return to the street that the werewolves spotted them on. It was likely they were still there. He closed his eyes. Please, let Papa be alive, he thought. I will not make it without him. He know where we are heading- I haven't an idea who even occupies the house. What was the man's name? Andrew?

Suddenly, he heard a pair of light footsteps make their way along the cement. He was leaning on the side of a news printing building. Hopefully, it was a worker. They were too light to be Kit's. heart pounding, his eyes were greeted by the sight of a small girl, a vibrant red hood that connected to her cloak covering all of her hair and the top reaching her eyebrows. She had intense, shocking blue eyes that were odd yet strangely beautiful. They matched the pendant that rested right in the middle of her chest-

Simon froze. He knew what this meant. His father had told him about the other supernatural races. About the race with only one remaining alive of the kind.

She was a necromancer.

"My God," he whispered. She was all alone, probably even younger than him, and managed to survive? How? Even his father struggled at times!

The girl rolled her eyes, like she was used to sorcerers saying that to her.

"Who are you? Did you follow me? Why are you bothering me?" Simon inquired quickly.

"You know what I am, quite obviously. I did. I knew they were after you. How am I bothering you? I haven't said a word to you before now."

"Take down your hood." This would prove whether or not she was a necromancer, even though he was 99% sure of it now. If the hair matched the pendant and her eyes- if a necromancer received a necklace, their necklace would change to the color of their eyes, as well as the hair would; Simon never understood why - she was a necromancer. He held his breath as the girl reached for the hood.


Okay! That was just the preface, and the chapters will be longer. I hope you guys enjoy this! Please review!