Chapter 1.
He stares down at the silent girl in front of him. And in that moment he wanted nothing more than to dash her head into the nearest surface available, spraying her red blood into the open. The act of red violence would soothe his boiling anger. This girl is a mockery of his heritage; a mockery of death.
With a smile as wicked as a curved sickle, and gleaming eyes as red as blood. She reeks of blood, and of his master; death. The presence is familiar to him, and yet not at all.
"Come to play?" her voice rings in the empty space, like a hundred falling icicles. Sharp and clear, and he hates it.
Nico strikes at the girl, the tip of his blade aimed at her beating heart. She dodges easily, stepping to his right. She makes a sound that might be laughter, like the whistles of the night at his father's palace. He sees nothing but red.
"You smell of death," the girl comments, somehow able to sneak behind him. She's quick, he'll give her that. Nico turns around and jabs the hilt of his sword into the area of her abdomen, but meets empty air.
The girl danced her way in front of him, sticking her small pointed nose in his face. He had no choice but to rear back. The stench of blood is pouring over in waves from her, sending his nerves into a frenzied lust for red.
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Three passing of the sun and Yin finds herself on a shaded alleyway. The air is hot and humid. She wipes the sweat gathering above her brows and sighs. Of all the places to end up in; Earth! She can't believe her luck (or the non existence of it).
Her skin burns at contact with the sun's rays, and with the abundance of sunlight in this forsaken planet blisters had formed in her exposed skin. For three days she was reduced to nothing more than a mess of tangled hair and sweat, forced to keep in the shadows. With no money and belongings, she stayed her days in shaded alleys, and spends the night scouring for food.
Here she was, the last of the Satsujinshi clan; nothing more than-what the Doctor used to say-a hobo. She used to be feared! The sight of her blood red eyes would send the bravest of men screaming for their mothers. Oh how spending time with humans have influenced her...
To say that she was disappointed was an understatement. She was devastated. Worlds after worlds she crossed through, in search of home, of him. Through scorching savannas, and icy winter coasts she traveled, planets after planets, universes after universes. And now she ends up in Earth; filled with puny humans. Well, truthfully, any other race is puny compared to her (hah!), but she's trying to make a point.
A stray cat makes its way in front of the girl, and in spite, she kicks it away. The cat hisses at her, it's furs standing on end, before strutting away. Yin didn't know that cats could strut, or maybe it didn't and it was only her active imagination.
Temporarily distracted by her newfound knowledge, the girl didn't quite catch how the shadows behind her moved on its own volition; morphing into the shape of something relatively humanoid. It slowly reached a hand out to her shadow.
But as luck would have it, Yin chooses that exact moment to stand up and stretch, relieving the tension in her muscles. And by doing so, her shadow effectively falls into a different part of the alley.
Having lost the chance, the shade slinks back into a corner, melting away into its original form.
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As the son of the Underworld's mighty ruler, Nico di Angelo liked to think of himself as a formidable opponent. The key word being liked. He no longer has such false assumptions, not after he was washed away by one of Percy's waves so easily. And to top it off, he just had to be summoned by his father right then! He'd be labelled as a coward!
Nico peeks a glance at his sire and all thoughts of complain leaves his mind immediately. Lord Hades isn't looking too well (not that he ever did, but that's not the point). He could feel the compressed rage, all around him. The stench of death hangs in the air, thick.
"My Lord." Nico kneels down. Droplets of water wet his father's court and he can't help hoping that Hades wouldn't notice. He'd hate to die because of a wet puddle.
"Rise, my son." His sire's voice is cold and biting. It rings throughout the court, loud and clear. "I have a task for you."
He rises, facing the lord of the dead. "Dispose of her."
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She's starving. For three nights she had gone on without food, nothing to sate the gnawing pain of her stomach. Yin may not need to feed on a daily basis, but she feels hunger just as human beings do. It's an annoying trait that sometimes hinders her, but she supposed food wouldn't taste good without hunger.
Once the sun descended, and the soothing chill of the night crept in, Yin walks out into the open streets. Her clothes are dirty and ragged from spending her days in dumpsters, and her face partially covered in dirt. Her disheveled appearance earned her a few stares, but most of the humans that passed her by thought nothing of it. Just another homeless child they thought.
Rummaging through her pockets, Yin hoped to find some sort of valuable item she could trade for food, but comes empty handed. She sighs, there's no other option; she's hungry, and she's going to get food no matter what.
Author's Note
There's a lot of explaining to do... But it'll all clear up as the story progresses, yeah. Constructive criticism are so very welcome. So basically I failed grammar and tenses.
Um... Bye!