The species of half Vampire half Lycan, known as Darklings, arose to a numerous amount. But the Vampires and the Lycans detested the Darklings. The Vampires hated the species because of their Lycan side and the Lycans hated them because of the Vampire side. Many years after Michel had started the Darklings, a war arose between all three species.

The Vampires and Lycans became mortal enemies to the Darklings. Darklighters, hunters of darklings, became common between Vampires and Lycans. Darklings became an endangered species after the war.

Some say there is no way to kill a Darkling because they are stronger then both species. But there is one way. It took many years to find the right formula, but eventually the scientists that worked for the Vampires found the formula and revealed it among the Lycans.

That is when the extinction of the Darklings drew near.

I am a Darkling

I hunt for and protect my people from the brink of extinction. Though I may not seem like it, my people say I am wise. I am the last living ancestor of Michel and Selene and people look up to me for protection. So I feel as if I am their ruler. It is my duty to help protect them and I will do whatever I can to try even if lives are at risk. Even mine.

As I walk down the slimy, cemented tunnel of the sewer, I drag a dead, bloody body of a deer over my shoulders. My snow-white hair is French braided in the back with a few unruly strands sticking out here and there. My eyes grew accustomed to the dim light of the sewer. I was raised here my whole life, though I do venture out every chance I get.

I walk into an opening where some of the Darklings dwelled, ripping apart the limp bloody bodies of deer and small animals. As I drop the body on the floor, a few eyes stray my way and then turn back to their prey. I start to walk away, the heels of my black boots splashing in small murky puddles the clicks of my heels echoing around the small area, when Selina sprints up to me.

"Celestro is looking for you," she tells me in a worried tone.

Selina is a young girl that appears to be the age of sixteen. Her brown, blond streaked, hair could usually be found tied half way up with an aqua bandana covering the top of her head and two light blonde, almost white, strands of hair framing her heart shaped face. Her normal attire is tight black cargo pants with multiple zip pockets and flares at the bottom just barely covering her black tennis shoes. Entwined in the middle of the black shirt is an aqua dragon breathing fire. Upon her belt rests a silver dagger and strapped to her ankle is a small knife.

I remember the day I first rested my eyes upon her. She was lying in a guitar, blood pooling around her neck. She had been bitten by a vampire and left there deteriorating as her life force flowed from her body. Her eyes, opaline with different colors flitting through pearl white orbs, were filled with deep terror and longing to be helped as she glanced up, meeting my eyes. I knew by the feeling in my heart, that I could not leave her alone.....Vampire or not. I cleansed her wound and guided her through the stages of suffering. With hatred in her eyes, she regrets becoming the creature. Though she struggles with attending college and testing for a remedy, she always has time to try and solve other problems.

"When is he never looking for me?" I ask sarcastically. I roll my solid white eyes hidden behind my black shades. I walk past her towards a tunnel with rusty iron bars leading in a straight line to climb. Selina follows me on my tail.

"You know he always gets mad when you leave the sewer."

I hoist myself up the side and begin to climb slowly

"Well, he can just get over it." I answer in an angered tone.

Selina climbs after me, "You know he is going to nag about this whole going-out-and-hunting-for-my-people- thing."

I step out of the tunnel into an opening of where Selina tested for a cure for her virus and where I slept.

"Who is he to tell me when I can stay and leave?" I ask raising my voice a little. "All I'm saying is that you better talk to him and learn to sneak out at night."

I slam my hand on the wooden brown table that holds a black microscope and other chemicals in beakers.

"Be careful!!!" She says alarmed scampering over to the table. "I work very hard on these chemicals and if you spill them my whole work for years could be destroyed!!" "Why can't you just accept what you are?" "You know why I can't." She sits in a rollaway chair looking over papers.

Footsteps echoing through the tunnel just barely sounding led me to know that someone was climbing up towards the entrance. I propped up against the concrete wall watching the faint smoke swirl in the air from a boiling liquid in a glass beaker. A head with long stringy black hair, black sunken eyes, a pale face with a five o' clock shadow pops up at the end of the tunnel.

"The boys are getting hungry again, Zoey," a husky voice comes from the man. I sigh as I slowly walk towards the tunnel. "I'll go, but you, Zackoriah, and Helsham are going with me." I say sheathing my sword to my black belt. The head nods and disappears. I drop down the tunnel and land softy on my feet not making a sound.