Warning This Chapter includes offensive Language (the use of the N word)
Texas 1864
A intimidating white man is dragging a struggling black teen as the day slowly fades to night. The man growls and yanks harder angry at the disobedient slave.
"She's out there. Killing us. Killing everyone. Red eyes. Can't go. Lose everything. Don't go left. Not left." the young slave mummers not making sense.
"What are you talking about boy! Such a waste of money. Useless nigger." The slave owner shakes the boy roughly.
The boy doesn't pay attention to the words his owner is spouting as he has heard them all before. He's paying more attention to his surroundings.
"No, this is it. This is where she is. Red eyes. She'll kill us both." The boy says. While this makes no sense to the older man it makes perfect sense to the woman hiding in the woods.
Maria had felt a strong pull to this clearing earlier that night and as her gift is finding objects or people with power she didn't hesitate to follow. If she's reading the boy right he has the gift of sight and such a powerful gift it is as it's manifested in his human life. She wants him.
Maria strolls out of the forest red eyes gleaming and the last of the suns rays causing her to sparkle before the day turns to night. "Such power. I will take it for my own."
The slave owner is scared of the clearly inhuman woman and angry about being scared of said woman, "Listen here she demon." Before the man can continue what would have been a cruel comment Maria is biting him and drinking him dry.
"Now that the nuisance is gone are you going to come willingly?"Maria asks the boy and in return he bolts. Maria huffs and easily catches up to him. She goes to grab him but the boy dodges her and keeps running. Maria is shocked and tries to grab him but again the boy dodges her.
They continue running through the woods until the boy stops. "Did you give up boy?" Maria asks
"No. I needed time to see all futures. Which one would work best for me."
"And your choice?"
"Going with you is best." The boy looks Maria in the eyes.
"Your name boy?"
"Noah."
"Well Noah, welcome to my army." She says and bites him. Noah falls to the grown in agony and Maria is uncaring. She picks him up and swiftly heads towards the barn that holds the other transitioning newborns.
Once she arrives she places him up in the loft separate from the others who are screaming and squirming among the dirt. Jasper approaches curious about the greed and possessive feelings she has for this newborn.
"What's so special about this one?"
"He will win this war for us."