"Katarina!"
The command echoed across the otherwise silent reservation, and the Makah people huddled into the darkest corners of their homes, trying desperately to shield themselves from the evil outside. He was going to kill again, and every one of them prayed that their families would be spared one more time.
In the middle of the deserted main road, the teenage girl came to an abrupt stopped. Blood trickled from her nose and lip, and she swayed slightly on her feet, but her golden eyes shone with fire. Behind her, a young man also stopped. His arm was perfectly steady and his face was cold and hard. His pale skin shone in the grey light and, when he blinked, his eyes turned from a dull brown to fierce scarlet.
"Katarina".
The girl spun round to face her attacker and, as he raised his gun until it stared her straight in the eye, his brother pushed his brutally aside. Surprised, the man stumbled, just a fraction, yet it was enough. A ferocious bang bellowed through the still trees and the girl fell, the silver bullet piercing her heart. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed across the grey, lifeless sky. The two men, one with a single tear trapped on his cheek, watched as the girl's body twitched and jolted on the hard ground.
"Put her in a cell". The simple statement had barely left his lips before Joshua's eyes melted back to brown and he turned away. His brother stood, shaking, staring at the body of one of the bravest women he had even known. Joshua's voice once again cut through the thick air. "Put her in a cell and tell me when she's dead or turned".
...
Three days later, as Jamie carried a cup of fresh blood through the underground corridors, he felt something amiss. He unlocked the cell door and peeked in, opening it wider when he couldn't sense anyone there. Finally stepping into the tiny concrete room, he smiled slightly as he took in its emptiness.
"Always get what you want, huh?" he murmured before backing out and slowly locking the door once more.
Just outside the reservation borders, a teenage girl sat on the highest branch of a tall tree. Her clothes were soaking wet and covered in blood. Her skin was deathly pale; it had lost its golden Californian tan when she turned. She was thirsty, so thirsty, and sprang suddenly to the ground, snapping the neck of a passing deer without a second thought. Guilt invaded her mind for just a second, before the thirst took over and she fell upon her prey like a famished, inhuman creature.
Don't suppose I can ever think of myself as human anymore.
The bitter thought was fleeting, but its short-lived nature didn't protect her from its sting. A crunch of footsteps disturbed the silent peace of the forest. She was sure it was just the rest of the deer herd, but the girl couldn't afford to be caught. Rain began to fall and she turned her head upwards, letting it wash away the blood. Her striking golden eyes stare blindly to the sky, just for a second, before she began to run.
He might have taken my humanity, she mentally noted, but he couldn't take my life. I win. I will always win, Joshua.