It was getting closer; I could feel it. The feeling was strong, if you weren't used to the energy of them you would never stand against a Blood Drinker, you would most likely pass out from the energy flowing through your body as they gave you warning on how strong they were. Meaning, the more energy you felt, the stronger the thing was. Pretty freaking bullcrap if you ask me.

A tree branch snapped to my left.

It was just a trick to see how much experience I had from it. So naturally I didn't look. I kept my head and my body facing the general direction of where the energy was entering my body. Pulling me to the source.

I was ready.

In my fighting stance I could take on anything from anywhere. Being trained to do this kind of job, you get used to it after a while. Fighting and killing for the 'grater good' was worth it. Or that's what everyone told me over and over, lately though, I've been having doubts. Mentally I shook my head, trying to clear it from other thoughts that didn't have to do with the hunt. This hunt was all that mattered.

Not moving from my fighting stance I did a little look/see at the source of the broken branch. Nothing, just trees and the soft wind blowing on the leaves. Figures. They always did this. No matter what age, or where in the world you hunt the Drinker's, they would always try to distract you, even a moment would be long enough for them to pounce.

Slowly I took a step forward, just to see what the reaction of the drinker. The way he was stalling it out nothing was probably going to happen. I could fell him moving out, backing up but not really wanting to. It didn't really matter, back up was coming.

That would be my family. My father, mother, two sisters and four brothers was coming. And with them was rock ass skills. Oh and the rest of the whole pack.

When they would get here, we'd follow the thing and kill it.

Soon the feel of the vampire was gone. His energy source wasn't that strong so he was most likely a young one. Or he was an ancient trying to pass as a newbie just to surprise us and kill us all....very slowly. That was most unlikely. But he was gone.

Slowly I stood up right again.

Flipping my hair out of my face I put the silver dagger I had in my right hand back in my leather jackets sleeve. There is only one way to kill a Blood Drinker, and that's to knife it through its heart, the humans got that part right.

From behind me I could here the bushes russle with something moving in them, now what it was I turn around every slowly, getting ready for the lecture I was sure to get.

All twenty-nine members in my family where standing behind me in a straight line, all of them looked upset. At me. I guess that's what you get when you're the youngest in the family and not yet at the level where you can go hunting by yourself. My dad spoke first. More like shouted first.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You go out without a some much as a by-your-leave and go hunting? by yourself?" the end of his little burst he was shutting. My father was so mad I could see the stem coming out of his ears. Grate. Just perfect.

Being the youngest in a family like mine, everyone is very protective. I mean, very protective.

"Look, Pops, I just had to get out, alright? Its not like I went to another country, you could tracked me quit easily. Sorry." hands on my hips I looked at everyone, trying to get my point across. Sometimes they never listen to me, it just ticks me off even more. Like right now. I could see that all of them just ignored what I had to say. Damnit, it gets annoying.

This time my mother yelled. "get your ass home young lady. I can't believe you did this, how many times have we told you not to go out by yourself?" her figure pointed in the direction of our house.

Sighing, "fine." bing the youngest really has its down sides.

I walked through their little line of bodies and started heading home through the over grown wilderness.

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I was half way home, with my anger driving me to walk faster and forget about my surroundings. Sometimes when ever a Wyher's angry they usually tend to forget everything around them. So it wasn't necessarily a shock to sense someone behind me.

"Leave me alone." I growled thinking it was one of my brothers. They always did this, mom or dad always had one or the other follow me home just to make sure I did as I was told. That ticks me off also.

There was no response to my saying, but the feeling as though someone was behind me didn't let up. I was still walking but so where the ones following me.

what the hell?

If it was one of my brothers then they would have said something to me, like how stupid I was for going out on my own. For not telling one of them what I was doing or where I was doing it at.

"I said leave me alone." my voice was still low and hard. "Jeez, just leave me alone."

My nerves was running low. Every time they tried me like a child I wanted to ripe their heads off. I reached into my leather jacket to grab a knife when I realized it wasn't there, what the heck? before I left I remember putting stakes into my pockets inside of my jacket. So where were they?

I stopped walking. And slowly pivoted around, ready to do some yelling. My mouth was open and I was just getting ready to start shouting when I saw who was behind me. Or rather what was behind.

My prey, the things that my kind have been killing for over a thousand years.

The Blood Drinkers.

Quickly, before he saw my shock of seeing him behind me I went down into my fighting stance, feet apart, knees bent- so I could be ready at any direction he choose to pounce. My arms were apart, and in one hand I had my only knife. I narrowed my eyes.

Why couldn't I tell he was there? Why didn't I feel his energy? How did he do that? There was only one Blood Drinker that could do that, but he hadn't been seen for over 50 years. So who in the hell was he?

The human race got a few things right about the Blood Drinkers' or as they call them, Vampires. They do drink human blood but only the younger generations go to feeding from the human race. Their blood isn't as strong and powerful as my race, as the Wyhers' blood. Long ago we used to be Slaves to the Blood drinkers, it was the only life that was ever recorded that we had. Soon though, we wanted more. We were the reasons why the Drinkers were alive, why they were so powerful. When we escaped the war in which me and my family are fighting is because of our blood, the Drinkers want it, they want to be as powerful as they were once, so long ago. and still, even to this day there are some of the Wyher's in the slavery ring.

Another thing that that the humans got right were their looks. They were absolutely beautiful. Their pale skin, their manners, even the way they move draws a human to them. One of the training classes the Wyhers' have to do is get used to their beauty so we won't get sucked into their eyes or any other part of them. I passed that class with flying colors.

The last thing that the humans got right was how they live, how we live. The only thing that the Blood Drinkers and my kind have in commend with eachother is that we hide from the human race. We will do everything to make sure that the humans have no idea that we are alive. That the only place where we live is in the imaginations of books and movies. In both races there is one law that we both have and that is to keep our presence hidden from the humans at all costs. The punishment for braking this law is death or a 100 years of slavery.

The Blood Drinker standing in front of me was in his fighting stance also, feet apart hands behind his back. He looked relaxed, everything said that he was completely relaxed and that I was not his enemy. We could have been discussing the weather for all I knew. Everything about him was relax save for his eyes.

His eyes were hostel.

They looked like they could kill me right where I stood if they were a living thing. The eyes where like every other Blood Drinkers' eyes. The star eyes as we call them. The pupils aren't round like a humans or even like my kinds. They were pointy, with eight points and they went all around the eye ball it looks like. The eyes I was looking at were evil, there were no other word to explain them, just plain and completely evil, the colored part of the eye was a pale bluish color, it looked more gray than blue.

"Hello, Roxanne. I am so glad that we can finally speck to one another. I have been looking for you for some time now." a slow smile spread across his lips, but the smile went no where near his eyes. The voice was a voice of a smoker but his manners that he spoke with and the accent was French. His hair was wheat blond and went to his chin. And he was built, for fighting that is.

Confused, "What are you talking about?" I asked. He had been looking for me? Why me? What did he want with me? I thought to my self. My heart started to beet fast.

He laughed quietly, "Are you confused Roxanne? That we would be looking for you?"

"Yes, actually I- Wait, we?" I could hear my heart beet in my ears.

"you are slow. I'm afraid to tell you this child, but you will never be able to see your lovely family again. You will be know as, from know on, the girl that woke Thorne. Our Master, our King."

My heart was beating so fast I was afraid it would burst out of my chest.

Wait a minute, did he just say Thorne? Thorne? The Blood Drinker that has been sleeping for over 50 years and the most powerful Drinker to ever live? I thought. This had to be a nightmare. and i was still sleeping, yeah thats right, i was sleeping and this was a nightmare

From out of no where energy's of Blood Drinkers exploded through the air, almost making me go done on my knees. Wyhers' can feel the presence of any thing easier than a human. Sensitive as the humans call it.

There had to be about twenty Drinkers around me, all walking towards me. Why didn't I feel their presence earlier? Why couldn't I move? I wanted to run away. What the Drinker was saying was i was going to have to die to bring the Blood Drinkers King back to them.

Death.

I realized I don't want to die, not for something as this.

When and if I was going to die i wanted it to be while fighting, a honorable death.

The others were closing in. Coming closer, ready to pounce.

Without any warning something hit my arm. My vision started to get blurry, why can't I move?

Everything went black.