Chapter 1: An Un lived Life
7,000 years ago: 4,993 B.C.
"Josette run!" An elderly woman screamed trying to escape from the grip of two guards.
"Mama!" The girl tried to free her mother but was stopped by rough hands.
"Why are you doing this?" The girl said as she was taken away from her home.
"You are to be sacrificed. You should be with great honor. Only the most noble of women are chosen as gifts to the gods." His grip grew tighter.
Josette was placed inside a dark room with only one bared opening. She heard someone calling her from outside. The girl slowly made her way to the window and looked down below to see her mother. She had a small basket in her hands. Josette reached for her mothers hand...as she embraced it tears began to roll down her cheeks.
"I am to be...sacrificed."
"Do not worry child." The mothers cupped her daughters cheek in her hand and handed her a knife.
"I have placed a spell upon this blade...one cut will free you from death. My love you must hurry." A sad smile formed on the elders face.
"But...mama, what will happen? What will it do?"
"It will save you." She whispered.
Josette took the knife in her hand and held it at her wrist. As the metal blade slid acrossed her skin deep red blood became visible.
"That's it child. Now you must listen to me. After you escape here you must not come to get me. If you do you will surely be captured."
"But what about you? They will surely find your insufferable actions in result to my escape!" Josette whispered in a deep tone.
"Never mind me! You must flee to where ever you can. You have to forget about the past...where you came from."
"I don't understand why?"
"You are starting a new race of beings...immortals...vampires, but this gift comes with much consequence." The woman grabbed her daughters hands.
"You must feed on blood."
January 17, 2011
Josette woke up gasping for breath. She had had another of her "dreams". Almost every night she had the same one. She was looking at a white house from the bottom of a snow covered hill. It was in the middle of the forest and there was snow falling from the sky. All of a sudden the house was on fire. Josette could see people inside screaming...they were children. She ran and ran but the house never got any closer.
"Those dreams are going to be the end of me." Her british acent echoed against the walls as she got out of bed.
She looked in the mirror and tilted her head. All she saw was a 22 year old girl with short, shoulder length light brown hair, tanned skin, golden eyes, and strong but slender frame.
"Oh how the years have been kind."
She walked towards the bookcase where a antique glass pitcher filled with scotch sat. Next to it was an empty glass. Josette poured herself a drink and sat down at her desk. Papers and books flooded the wooden surface...they all had headlines with the name Holly Filder. One of them read:
Holly Filder went missing last week. She was last seen at 7:45 A.M. on Thursday morning. Filder is 5'8, has long red hair and a scar on her left cheek. If you have any information on her disappearance please call the authorities.
Josette ran her fingers over the picture of the young girl. She was so young...only 17. Josette knew that her disappearance had something to do with a new clan of vampires that had come into town.
About 3,000 years ago Josette was teaching a small group of new borns that she had turned. They did not agree with her ways of surviving and they went rouge. She spent hundreds of years tracking them down but had no luck. When she heard that they were in town she could not believe it. Now Josette was planning to have a little chat with them.
She finished her drink and made her way to her dresser. She put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top, her black leather jacket, black finger-less biker gloves, leather boots and aviator sunglasses. She walked outside and got into her black 1960 Harley Davison and drove into town.
Josette lived in a rather small town. Morgan, Texas. The population was about 512. She had moved there nearly two years ago and called an old plantation house home. Josette always took shelter in small towns, for there almost no one would notice her un-aging self. (From lack of citizens.)
She finally came to a stop in front of the General Store. She walked inside.
"Jose!" An elderly man said giving her a hug.
"Hello Charles." Josette smiled.
Charles was the only one in town that knew what she was. He was also a vampire himself...Josette had changed him. You see Charles had no family and lived alone, until Josette found him. He was about 22 at the time. She offered to change him then, but he said that only after he lived his life would he join her. Although he never married he lived his life...to the fullest. And when the time came Josette came back for him.
"Any news on...you know who?" She looked at the few costumers.
"No, but I think I may have found something else that will spark your interest." He said as he led her behind the counter.
"I found out who is their leader. His name is Balo Maundrell." Charles said handing Josette an open book.
He pointed to one of the pages.
"Haunt of the howling wolves." She read aloud.
"Wolves?" She looked at Charles confused.
"Werewolves." He corrected her.
"But that cannot be...the last werewolf died over 4,500 years ago. I should know since I was the one that killed it."
"I believe that he is trying to "rebuild" the werewolf population Jose."
"Who created this monster. It was not I...do you think..."
"I would not doubt that Selene had something to do with this." Charles said.