The Strain: Blood Children

Chapter One: True Survivor

Blood Children were humans who were extremely sacred to the Originals. The Originals made sure that each Blood Child was treated with such care and pure purpose, knowing that if something happened to a Blood Child; the person or persons who were responsible, were punished severely. But as centuries went on, Blood Children were becoming almost scarce, to the point of non-existence. Now with the Broken Truce with The Seventh, the Ancients were still in small hope; hoping that somewhere across the globe, that there were still Blood Children alive. But there were two Blood Children living in modern times, unaware and unknowing.

February 8th, 2014. Time: 10:05:23AM

"So, how was your second part of your trip, sis?" Lexa, Jenna's older sister, asked with a smile in her voice.

"It was good so far. Got to see some World War II monuments and met up with a few of my friends here." The brunette replied as she was sitting in front of the huge window looking out onto the tarmac at the Berlin Brandenburg Airport that was located at Schoenfeld, Germany. "Still wished I didn't have to go home…" Jenna sighed softly, leaning back in her chair.

"I know. I'm glad that you came to visit us." You could hear her smirking. Jenna had to roll her steel blue eyes at this.

"You mean just you right? Sure, you have your boyfriend that I haven't even met, and the fact that I think he's not a social little butterfly like yourself." She said with her own little smirk. Her sister replied with a groan.

"He was just making sure that he could trust you. That's all. I even told him that he could introduce himself to you and everything, saying that you wouldn't give a shit."

"Well, either way, he better take great care of you or I'll have to go back to Rome and kick his sorry ass."

If you'd listen closely, you could hear some kind of chirring noise in the background, which made to younger sister raise an eyebrow.

"He knows better. Anyway, be sure to call me the first thing when you land in New York, alright?"

"I will. Promise."

"Good. Love ya, JenJen."

Jenna held back a groan, rolling her eyes at her older sister's nickname for her. "Love ya too, Lexa."

With that, both siblings hung up and she put her iPhone back into her purse. Sighing softly, she closed her eyes and began to relax, since it was another fifteen-minute wait until boarding her flight.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Jenna opened her eyes to see who had spoken to her, only to see a man who appeared to be in his late forties to early fifties. He was wearing a crisp black suit with a white dress shirt underneath, a dark blue tie, and a pair of polished black dress shoes.

Suddenly filled with unease, she stood up straighter and replied, "Um… yes?" hoping not to sound uneased by his eyes and his smile.

"I was wondering if any of these seats were taken."

"Um, no. Their free for anyone, really." She answered while shrugging slightly, trying hard to stay calm.

"Good, good." With that, the German sat a seat over next to her, crossing a leg over the other.

She didn't know why, but to her, the German looked… fake. Like he was wearing make-up and prosthetics. Like he was trying to blend in to everyone around him.

If you blocked out everything around you, you could distinctly hear chirring and rumbling from the German creep. Yeah, that's what Jenna will call him from now on.

"So," German creep began, trying to start small talk. "What brings you to Germany?"

Jenna shrugged slightly, trying not to look uncomfortable and not creeped out. "Visiting friends." Was her short reply. Her parents told her and Lexa to never talk to strangers as kids, and it worked out marvelously.

"Which flight are you taking? If you don't mind me asking." German creep asks, smiling that disturbing smile that made her skin crawl.

"Regis Flight 753…"

"Hmm. Interesting."

A few minutes of uneasy silence went by until she broke it. Not taking it anymore.

"Are you on the same flight?" Might as well entertain the guy, right?

"You could say that."

He left it at that. Still unnerving on so many levels…

Several more uneasy silence went by until…

"Now boarding Regis Flight number 753. Now boarding Regis Flight number 753"

Oh, thank you God.

Quickly grabbing her luggage, the brunette got up and headed towards the Gate to her flight.

"It was nice meeting you."

She turned slightly to see German creep giving her a small wave. Trying to be polite, she smiled and turned around, muttering "Creep…"

Unknowing to her, he had heard her. Making his chilling smile broaden.

~~~~~On flight~~

After finding her seat number, she placed her duffle bag in the over head compartment and sat next to the oval window. Across from her was that rock star wannabe Gabriel Bolivar, who in Jenna's case, wasn't as great as he thought himself to be.

Glancing around, she was relieved to see that the German creep wasn't on, so maybe this flight would be fine after all.

After watching the flight attendants go through some procedures as to what to do if something went wrong, everyone in the cabin buckled up and soon, their flight took off for New York.

~~~~~February 8th, 20:00:00PM~~

"Ah folks, this is your Captain up in the flight deck. We are on our final decent into New York for an on-time arrival."

Groaning softly, the young brunette stretched slightly to get her limbs to wake up from sleeping nearly seven hours after eating. Pulling off her sleeping mask, she looked around to see a few stewardesses waking people up.

"We wanna thank you for flying Regis Air, and we encourage you to ask us any gate information you may need."

Handing one of the stewardesses her sleeping mask, she looked out through the plane window to see that they were nearing JFK Airport. Smiling a bit, she pulled out her phone to send a quick text to her sister, letting her know that she was home.

"We are looking at partly cloudy skies, and may endure some turbulence on our approach, so make sure those seatbelts are on."

Jenna decided to tune out on what the man was saying on the intercom as she buckled up her plane seatbelt and tried to enjoy the hopefully smooth landing, since the flight she took to Berlin wasn't smooth…

Turning slightly to hear one of them taking to Rock Star wannabe about that they were landing and asking politely to turn off his music. She just rolled her eyes at his rudeness to the kind lady as he threw away a few empty cans of beer into the plastic bag she was carrying. And adding more rude comments to her, making the brunette scoff at him.

Asshole…

He glanced over to the brunette and winked at her, still trying to flirt with her. She kindly flipping him off, silently telling him to piss off.

He only brushed her off and smirked.

After feeling the turbulence, all the lights cut off, making everyone inside the cabin started to panic slightly. Hearing the 'What's going on?' to the 'What the hell?'

Something inside made Jenna fill up with dread… Something unnatural. Something… inhuman…

Then there were terrified screams, making everyone panic at full force. Feeling too terrified to move, Jenna began praying to God that this nightmare would end. More screams and more fear, and suddenly could feel hot breath on her face.

All she could see was molten eyes staring at her what could be guessed as disbelief, as if this… thing was looking at something priceless and radiance

In all my years of life, I hadn't thought… that I would see another one such as pure as you…

She heard its growling voice inside her head, making her whimper in fear. The monster in front of her made a growl like purr, and suddenly felt something attach onto her throat; feeling her blood leave her body as she felt paralyzed to try to stop it.

"So pure, and yet, unsatisfying… Such a shame for a Blood Child as you, my dear…"

It was then that her vision turned to blackness.

~~~~~JFK Airport. 20:45:05PM~~

Jenna had let out a gasp as she bolted from her seat, followed by the Rock Star wannabe and an older woman.

There was a woman who was in a special Hazmat suit who whirled around to see the small group of survivors.

"Lady, get the light outta my face!" Rock Star wannabe demanded as he, Jenna, and another woman shield their eyes from the blinding light.

"No Jim! We need Paramedics! We've got survivors!" Jenna turned to see another person, a man, in the same suit as the woman shouted into some headset, holding onto another survivor with his arms.

Why were these two in Hazmat suits? And what the fuck was happening?!

~~~~~Line Break. 22:07:00PM~~

All five survivors were now inside some Hazmat tent with so much medical supplies and machinery, Jenna was more worried than concerned. They had given her some patient hospital gown and gently asked her to change, since they had seen her state of shock.

With her leather jacket, dark grey long-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim skinny jeans, black socks, and her calf-high black combat boots laying in the chair next to her examining bed/table; she tried keeping her mind off to think of something else, and the slight pain that felt like something was putting pressure on it.

Which has been going on since getting off the plane.

She looked up to hearing two sets of foot falls, as two people in white Hazmat suits came to check up on her.

"How are you feeling Ms. Millar?" The woman asked as she checked the young woman's vitals.

Jenna shrugged slightly, feeling tired and wanting to go home to her apartment and sleep for a few days.

"Tired."

"I know the feeling." The woman smiled as that got a small smile from the young brunette.

"Is there any way I could call my sister? I wanna let her know what's going on." Jenna needed to tell Lexa what had happened. She needed to know that her little sister was alright.

"I know you want to contact your sister, but we just want to make sure that everyone's okay." She told Jenna, gently tilting her head back to check for any damage.

"How old are you, sweetie?" The other woman asked, typing something on the small computer.

"Twenty-two. Gonna be twenty-three this Summer." She to her, smiling a bit. They both looked at her with slight shock and surprise.

"And here we thought you were at least eighteen."

The young woman shrugged. "I kinda get that a lot." She told them.

"Dr. Andrew? Dr. Hart? You're both needed." A male Hazmat suit told them, heading back to where he came from.

"Thanks for caring." Jenna told the two older women, smiling softly. They smiled back and headed off to where their colleague went off too, leaving the brunette alone.

About an hour and a half later, the five of them were cleared to go home. Escorted by a few guards and avoiding the Press, they were loaded into two taxi cabs and left without saying a word.

Twenty or so minutes went by as the driver was heading to the scrawny-kinda-cute-nerd guy's house first since he didn't want to have his wife more worried for not calling her. Once he exited out with his luggage, they left to where Jenna had told them where she lived.

Unbeknown to any of them, a black unmarked SUV turned on its headlights and began to follow the Taxi cab. Inside were five figures all dressed in black Militia gear with their modified weapons.

A Blood child has been found… Find them, follow them… Make sure nothing happens to them… Vaun…

Three voices synced into one told the young Born, authority in their voices.

And that's what he will do. Keep an eye on the Blood Child. Keep them safe.

~~~~~23:25:15PM~~

The pain from her neck had gotten worse, having to drop her luggage by the front door and quickly head to her bathroom to see what was causing it to hurt so damn much.

Turning on the bathroom light, while making her wince at the sudden brightness, Jenna walked right up to the mirror and gently removed her hand.

"What the fuck?!" Were the first words out of her mouth as she saw what looked like a parasitic worm. Being in the medical field and being a Registered Nurse; she was almost used to seeing stuff like this. Only they were inside the body. Cautiously and gently, she took the sluggish squirming worm with the thumb and fore-finger and slowly pulled it out.

Once free, it gave one last squirm and went limp. Gulping softly, she looked back to the mirror and swore even louder.

More were trying to crawl out, making it painful for her as she quickly ran to her kitchen and grabbed a small cutting knife, and ran back to her bathroom just as fast, making her grab the counter to catch herself from running face first into the wall.

Cautious, she pressed the tip of the blade to where the worms were wanting out so badly, she dug into her flesh and dropped her arm to her side, watching in pure horror as more of those worms were now dropping from her self-inflicted wound and onto the tiled floor.

What the hell did that thing do to her?!

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Author's Note: Look who's back, baby! I know it's been nearly forever since writing something but with College life and home life, things have been real busy for me. My Hellboy Fanfic is not abandoned if anyone was wondering, it's just I lost my writing muse for a while and hopefully I'll write chapter three soon… This one has been in my head for over a month, and I've finally decided to write it on here. The Strain is something I've gotten interested in and decided to write a fanfic about it. Slightly AU of course. Vaun lives. Quinlan lives. Don't forget to leave a review, because reviews keep me motivated! Love you all! -Jessica the Insane ((P.S. everything's fixed))