Chapter 1

:Scene Change/ P.O.V Change:

The man entered Alex's room. He had salt & cinnimin hair and brown eyes. He was well dressed. He shut the door. :The latch didn't click.: You see the doors can't be opened from the inside and locked atomaticallt when closed. :This is my chance. The door didn't lock if I can get past him I can get out. And then it's strait to Number 4 Pivert Drive Little Winging, Surrey. :

The man walked further into the room undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was fat and reeked of money. He probably worked for a big corperation. A real upstanding citizen. Overconfident that he could handle one 'kid'. Not this kid, he couldn't.

Alex darted forward suddenly dashing under his hastily outflung arm past him. She pulled at the door:Please, please by all the Gods be open:, and it Opened! She raced down the hall and pounded down the stairs.

Alex was a slim, fast child with pale skin and waist length midnight black hair. Her face was fey like with an elfish quality. But it was her eyes that set her apart. Golden yellow cat eyes with slit pupils. Her eyes where the greatest hints at an ancestry that had existed for millenia. With her eyes she could see in the dark making the night time her playground. She liked the dark, it was Safe.

Alex heard the man start down after her yelling for her to stop. She was halfway down the next hall when she was brought to an arupt (and painful) stop.

:Damn long hair: She cursed. Alex's hair had billowed out behind her as she ran. The man had longer legs than her so he got just close enuff to grab her hair. Alex was jerked back and whirled around to face the man with the intention of clawing him so he would let go. The man had a knife and as Alex lept for his face the knife slipped in between her ribs and sliced her heart in two.

She fell back off the knife. Blood began to gush from the wound. Her heart stopped. Breathing ceased. The light faded from her eyes. She died.

' Alex's P.O.V.'

I felt the knife go in past my ribs to my heart. I fell back. I tried to draw breath but I couldn't. My severed heart tried to beat but could not. :I'm not ready. I don't want to die.: You would figure that with a life like mine you would welcome death. A final release from the pain that was my life. But I didn't. I refused to give up. Refused to stop fighting. I fought death to my last breath and beyond because I was a fighter.

My vision grew splotchy then went black. I Died.

My mind rippled. Time stretched and contracted a millenia was a second and a second was a millenia. There had always been a wall in my mind a force that separated a part of myself from myself. At time just before I drifted into deep sleep it would whisper to me. It whispered of wounderouse thinge. It walked thru my deames and left me feeling loved and cared for, courageous and fearless even if I cound not remember what the dreams where about nor even catch a glimpse of them. Now the wall shattered and the pieces of my soul were reunited.

I felt a rush of heat of power of an all consuming joy. And my wound healed. I drew a blessed breath of air. :Thank you.: (Who I said Thank You to I don't know.) The only evidence that I had ever been wounded was the blood soaking my clothes. Not even a scar remained.

I drew another breath. The man backed away confusion written on his face. Then the Hunter came.

The Hunter was the part of my soul that had been behind the barrier.

I shifted.

My body changed into the Hunter.

Pain.

The Change was pain as my bones shifted and formed new shapes. I grew fangs and claws. My skin scales. A tail sprouted. My ears mygrated to the top of my skull. Finally I was done after almost a full minuet of pure agony that left me panting on the floor. The Hunters mind slipped in and took control of this new and slightly unfirmilier body. Unfimilier and yet it felt right somehow like I was coming home. Like the human form I had inhabited all my life was nothing more than a shell.

I wasn't full grown. As a girl I was a tiny eight year old I only weighed 35 to 40 pounds. But I was a big…… Hunter, I guess. I was the size of a full grown medium sized dog. Of course I was still a puppy so it's safe to say I would grow a whole lot BIGGER. I was canid with a greyhound/great dane build. Tall and lean soild frame and whipcord thin. I was build for two things, power and speed. I looked like a cross between a coursing hound and a snake, a viper that is. My legs were longer than a normal dog as was my neck. Despite my oviouse canid alikeness I wasn't covered in fur but in mignight black scales. They were all over and the same deep color as my hair. I had cristiline claws on all four paws. My curved fangs where ivory white and like a snake had poisin in them. My eyes were the same glowing cat slit yellow. I was built for the hunt. Graceful and deadly. I was wicked fast (although I didn't have the endurance yet) I would be able to go on days long hunts.

The man dropped the knife "Demon," he breathed it in a sound that was barely a whisper. The Hunters mind locked on him her attention focused. He had hurt her now she would hurt him. I sprang forward and up. He threw an arm across his throut but it didn't help, I bit his arm sinking my fangs deep as the salty coppery tang of his blood flooded my mouth. I injected the venom. He died very quickly.

I flowed down the steps and out into the night. As we/I paced down the deserted streets slipping along in the shadows avoiding the lamps strung along the streets a question came to mind :What now: She answed herself the human part whispered :Number 4 Pivert Drive Little Winging, Surrey:

And under the light of the fullmoon she started off at a fast lope that was almost a run.