Chapter one
Pounding of rapid footsteps echoed down a dark alley as a dark form wearing a black cloak ran through, blending with the shadows while twisting and turning around every corner, leaping over every obstacle with so much skill grace that would put a cat to shame.
"How the hell did I get myself into this?" The cloaked figure gasped out in a low tone of voice while jumping over an old T.V box, the speaker had a feminine tone to it indicating this dark figure was a women.
Turning around another corner she pressed herself flat against the cool brick wall trying to catch her breath the cool surface giving her some relief on her warm body. She glanced up at the darken sky. There were no stars out tonight, not that it was surprising or anything it was rare to see them in the city. "Okay…now where?" Looking around she noticed down a passage a dull glow on a wall most likely from a street light from the road. But the alley was wide and open making it easy to be spotted by her pursuers.
"Finally, a way out but not really the most ideal one. Damn." The sudden clattering of a fallen object with a set of rapidly moving footsteps jolted her from her spot. Seeing no other choice, she made a dash down the open alley towards the small source of light her ears picking up loud hisses mixed with growls behind her, she decided to step up the pace. Rounding the corner where the glow was coming from she came upon a streetlight right out side - a church!
For the first time ever she was glad that in Tribal City there were churches on every corner of almost every street. Feeling a sharp prickling sensation shoot up her neck realizing her 'friends' were close by, if possible she moved faster before they got to her, and that was something she really did not want.
Reaching the church doors she slammed into the closed church doors springing them open, and possibly scaring the hell out of anybody inside, finally at her safe haven she let out a sigh of relief as she leaned over to regain her lost breath from her long run full of obstacles with her arms supporting herself on her knees.
Hearing a sharp hiss from outside the open church doors the cloaked women whipped herself around pulling out two twin daggers facing the way she came in she moved into a form of stance as she intently watched outside for any unwanted movement. Seeing silhouette forms within the shadows of the buildings across the street slowly creeping towards the church, her grip tightened around the hilt of her daggers as her body tensed ready for a fight.
"May I help you miss?"
She stilled when she heard the sudden gruff voice behind her, ignoring the voice she held her ground watching the creeping forms outside, but aware of the soft wary steps slowly walking towards her from behind. When the shadows dispersed she relaxed putting her daggers back into the hidden sheaths out of sight from the person behind her.
"Miss?" The voice now having an uneasy tone to its gruff voice.
"I am in need for some shelter for tonight -" Turning around to face the person who she was speaking to, "Father."
Pulling back the hood she was wearing to make the old black Father at ease with her presence. Wavy onyx black hair that held an odd blue sheen to it fell loosely around her neck falling a bit past her shoulders. Her usually spiky crop on top her head was probably matted down from her sweat and the hood. Long strands fell in front of her face reaching her chin, slightly covering a pair of unique eyes both different in color her right a sapphire blue the right a bright silver.
The uneasiness was still evident in his brown eyes as he was looking her up and down, but the old man seemed to find her eyes fascinating. Looking her over again she noticed that he was taking very small steps back. Letting a smile grace her tan face, then letting her hands fall to her side in sight for the Father.
Stopping his movements the Father seemed to calm down and stop his steady steps back, "Why is that? Why would a young lady like you be out at this time?" He paused looking at her face more closely. "How old are you?"
Giving a laugh the girl brushed some hair out of her face, "I'm eighteen, and I got myself into some trouble."
Watching his expressions the Father seemed shocked that an eighteen year old would be out around this time it was not safe to be out at this time of night, but stiffened when he heard the last part so she quickly held her hands up, "Not with the Feds – just some punks that thought it would be fun to chase me."
"I see, well I'm glad you are alright child." Scratching his short white hair he looked her up and down again, "Why are you wearing a cloak?"
"It's dangerous around this time around here, its better that people don't notice you." Without missing a beat she knew he didn't buy it, but thankfully he didn't press it.
"Makes sense – Child where do you live?" She noticed that he was becoming more lacks around her.
"Well I just moved out the orphanage, and I decided to look around when I got lost. And you know the rest." She let a small frown grace her face even added some lip.
"Ah – I'm sorry to have asked." Sadness coated his deep voice.
"No, its okay I'm doing fine."
"Well I'm glad – well let me show you to your room." He said while doing a sweeping motion with his right hand towards the back of the church.
Doing a slight bow of thank to him which the Father thought was a little odd, but he just shrugged it off. Closing the church doors he led her to the back of the old church where there was some rooms. The walk was silent till they reached the room she assumed she was going to be staying in. "Here you are."
"Thank you so much."
"No thanks are necessary, but may I ask you your name?"
She smiled at him, "Mercy and you? Or do you want me to just call you Father – Father." Quirking and eyebrow at him.
Giving a deep laugh that almost sounded like a rumble of a bear, "No-no call me Father Johnson or just Johnson."
Shaking her head she let loose a chuckle, "Alright – goodnight Johnson."
He gave a nod, "Goodnight Mercy."
Closing the door behind her then pressing her ear up against the door listening to the Fathers fading footsteps until she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.
Walking into the middle of the small room she scanned her surroundings. A small window was directly in front of her with brown curtains blocking the streetlights from outside, a single was to the right of the window, and finally a mirror was opposite of the bed. Deeming it safe she pulled off her cloak revealing her slim well toned figure, hanging her cloak on the hook behind the door she walked towards the mirror.
Her appearance was rather haggard as she looked her appearance over in the mirror. A pair of long black cargo pants than hung loosely around her hips, with rips and tears all over she was even missing a pocket, 'hope nothing important was in there.' Her matching colored tank top looked fine, looking down at her boots they were scuffed, and there were small bloodstains on her left boot. Adding all the scrapes up that she had on her arms and a few on her face that were hidden from the Father by her hair – all in all she looked like shit.
Scratching her head then giving it a good crack by tilting her head to the left and right she walked over to the bed. Sitting down she leaned over with her arms on her knees, resting her head on her hands.
A scowl crossed her tired features as she went over what transpired earlier. 'How did I get caught? They shouldn't have detected me.' She was pushed out of her thoughts when a small green light started blinking from the wrist watch she was wearing.
Pressing the sound of crackling static came out, then followed by a deep obviously male voice came through.
"The wolf turns ferial…"
"When the moon is full in the sky – what is it Warren?"
"Are you alone?"
Blowing a piece of hair out of her face she answered in an irritated voice, "Yes."
"What happen?"
"Got caught." Her scowl deepened as she laid back on the bed staring at the cracks in the ceiling.
"What! How?"
"Good question."
A pause
"Where are you?"
"At some church." She got up and walked towards the small window, pulling the curtains aside to look out.
"We'll talk later; I'll send someone over to pick you up."
"Yeah – okay."
Another pause
"Oh – goodnight Skye."
"Night flea bag."
She made out a slight growl from the other side before it went dead, looking at the time.
4:13 a.m.
"At least it's a Friday wait no Saturday now."
Shaking her head Skye kicked off her leather combat boots that were steeled toed, and climbed into bed. Leaning over she flicked off the dim lamp, turning over to face the wall her last thought before she drifted off into a troubled sleep was 'Damn vampires.'
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Silver: Alright chapter one done! Tribal City I know not very original, but I couldn't think of anything. Soooo I'm going to stick with that until I come up with a better name. It's been awhile since I wrote anything so some of this might be a bit sloppy or not well described, but I'm working on it.
Please review I would like to hear some feedback!
