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Chapter two: The War, Jessica

As the world grew older, times began to change. The had destroyed what it had become over the next four million years. Then the human race began again. In this re-birth came a new race, not as deadly as the demons but no more easy to kill and much more blood thirsty. These new creatures began as humans but bitten by the Dark Bat and they would change, These things were harder to spot in there true form then demons. More blood thirsty then demon because unlike them, they needed it to live, able to fly and jump over 70 feet and could reach speeds of up too 250 km/h. They became to be known as the vampires, When Bitten by one and as long blood remained within you, you became one. There powers would weaken in the daylight, so they remained night hunters.

Three thousand past and yet another race was born, this new race was stronger then vampires and some even stronger then angels or demons, this race was created by the wolfs of the forgotten forest. Filled with nothing but rage, these creatures were never
able to take there human for ever again they were know as, ware wolfs. As the next two hundred years past a newer form of ware wolf was created. They were faster, stronger, smarter, deadlier and able to take human form at will. They were known as the Lycans.

The Vampires, Lycans, and ware wolfs became instant enimimies and the war began and the demons stood by and watched as the ripped each other lim from lim and smiled. The Angels grew fewer and fewer in numbers now and could not continue to fight the demons on their own. So as well as they could, one angel would train around 130 humans at a time to become a race of super human a race to be known as the hunters to fight along side them ageist the demons. Their plan had grate success, even though these hunters were only human, they were slightly faster, stronger and smarter.
17 thousand years past and they had begun to figure out the weaknesses of the other races, the only way to kill a vampire or demon was to remove it's head from it's neck. Sliver to the heart would kill any ware wolf or Lycan. Angel skin is a hundred times harder to penetrate but could die almost as easy as human or hunter. To kill a god...you needed one of the tree swords of fate left by the first race of humans Excalibur, SoulCalabur, and the devil's trap. Only the sword meant for it can kill that god. No other sword would work upon it, unless the sword of tears was to found. Witch it was last know to be seen six hundred thousand years later in the city of Atlantis. Witch was sunk to the bottom of the Abyss by Satin himself. In fear the sword would be used ageist him.

Osscuridad, know one really knows what happen to him, some say he was killed off, some say he's still alive, And some say he never left the forest. As for Draven himself…no one really knows what happened to him. Over the next few hundred thousand years he just slowly faded away till he was forgotten, but soon he would be rembered by all…

October 13th, 2009-

On to the stage she walked, in front of hundreds of students, she came wearing a tight Black T-shirt and knee cut off blue skinny jeans. Her Hair was brownish black and mildly curly it reached halfway down her back. She was no more then 16 or 17 years of age, and her beautiful eyes were the smooth colour of hazel. In her hand she held a black Fender tm Stratocaster. The lights went dimmed around her and the only lights remaining were the ones on the stage. Then her band began to play. A boy about the same age as her walked up to the microphone and said " ladies and gentlemen this is boulevard of broken dreams, originally sung by Green Day!" and the crowd roared and cheered.

When the song ended everyone in the crowd clapped and cheered loudly, all but one boy in the very back row behind the seats. He was clapping very slowly but loudly as if clapping in slow motion or something. His black hair reached his shoulder blades, he wore a long black leather trench coat and a tight black t-shirt with a sliver chain, it was small and had no symbol of any kind upon it. His eyes were a very dark brown and looked very, cold. His mind filled with thoughts as he watched the girl on stage. "Who is she really, and why her?" his thoughts rained on.

"Out of all the other pretty girls and the sluts of this world why her? What makes her so god damn different. I have no loved a soul in over five million years, why her?. It is forbidden to love a human and has never been crossed before. What is to become of this? Should I kill her? leave her? Or be with her? She is most defiantly interesting. Yes Jessica you are. But are you worth my time?". As the concert ended the boy in the black trench coat left the school building and walked over to the side of the road and pulled out a smoke. He lit it with a black Zippo lighter and turned around to see the girl Jessica was standing behind him. "Can I help you?" he asked nicely.

"Yeah, what do you want?" asked Jessica.

"Im not quite sure what you mean".

"Don't give me that bullshit, you've come to all are band concerts in the past month and you always hang out in the back row behind the seats and you always are staring at me threw the whole thing".

"Truth be told I just wish to talk to you, get to know you a bit better. Im not normally one to trust others but there is something different about you".

"Ok, fair enough, why didn't you just say so?".

"Bit shy I guess".

"You walk around here in that black leather trench coat and look like your going to kill someone and your shy?".

"Yes you could say that".

"Who are you?".

"Owe, how rude of me, the name is Draven". And he gave a small smile.

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