"Jace im disappointed in you." a dark figure said facing a window over some biussy city.
"please, no ill do it! just please" Jace begged from her knees on the ground. Blood covered her hands and ran from around her face.
"When you where born i told your father not to break tradition. Not to knowledge a girl of what her blood relay was. I told him you would cause nothing but trouble, and look, hes dead for not listening." The dark figured man said with a tone of pure hatred leaking through his cool but cold demeanor.
"Please..." Jace coughed out between sobs. The man turned to face Jace, he had a clearly visible scar running from his forehead, over his left eye and down his neck. Raven black hair, cold brown eyes, and was cloaked in all black, making his skin tone seem even lighter. Jace knew this man, way to well. Her father warned her to avoid other slayers ensept the society, which was still dangerous for her, at all cost. Expesaly him, her own uncle. Thomas was never the nice kind of uncle that gave you presents at Christmas and acted as a second father, no he's hatted Jace and her father from the second he found out about Otiis', Jace's father, plans to inform Jace of the slayer blood that tainted her veins and damned her to hell, that was known as life.
Jace started to stand but Thomas flashed across the room and blindsided her,she flew across the room hitting a brick wall falling in a heap on the ground. She clutched her side and winced at the pain while Thomas stood smirking down on his niece, that was bloodied and broken.
He reached down grabbing a fist full of her blood drenched hair, brutally forcing her up and pinning her to the wall. He drew a long razor sharp blade and pressed it to her neck. Blood and tears coated her pale cheeks, she winced a the throbbing pain in he ribs as Thomas pushed the blade into her neck breaking her pale skin, staining it with even more crimson blood.
"Your dad was a fool and deserved to die, and so do you." Thomas growled bitterly, pushing the blade deeper.
Jace awoke sweating on the floor of her hotel room, the lamp that was on the table was now broken next to the wall, and the bed sheets where tangled around her ankles.
Jace sighed, this same nightmare has taunted her for years ever scenes her father was killed six years ago when she was only 13, by the hand of a vampire he was assigned to kill.
When Jace was younger she always wanted to be close to her uncle Thomas, but the night after her 13th birthday, the night her father revealed the meaning of her blood, the first ever girl to be informed of the slayer bloodline. Thomas and Otis had gotten into a violent argument, forever marking Thomas with his scar. After wards Jace questioned about why that had happened but her father would never answer. Otis gave Jace a leather journal and told her not to read it tonight, but hold on to it. Jace had questions of what the book was but he just sent her up to bed. None of her questions she had for her father would ever be answered by him, because later that night, when her father left for his assigned kill, he was brutally killed directly under Jace's bedroom window, while she watched in awwed terror, to afraid to scream.
Jace untangled her feet from the sheets and walked to the chair where she left he backpack, the retrived the jornal her father had given her that night and ploped down opining it to a folded page, titled 'slayer history' she yawned and startid to read.
In the late 1600's, a vampire by the name of Greg Ross II created a army of fledgling vampires that would only need very small amounts of blood to stay healthy. He trained these mostly human creations of his to kill vampires that he instructed for them to kill. He aided on the proses with simple mind control, by placing thoughts and ideas into his creations minds and leaving out the fact that they where part vampire and he himself was a pure blood. He told his army that there longing for blood was only a mere citafect of being ne'er, and killing so many vampires. He trained them so well that they became suspicious of his vampiric nature and and they turned against him. The last anyone has ever saw, or herd from him was when he barely escaped a attack by his army. This creating the Slayer Society. The original 35 slayers from his army went there own ways, all married and had children. Only the males where ever informed of there slightly tainted blood if the father sees it in his child. That tradition is still carried out to this day. Slayers, due to there tainted human blood also have small amounts of vampiric blood that courses there veins. This causing slayers to have heightened senses, be stronger, and faster than normal humans. And very rarely a slayer will posses more amounts of vampiric blood than usual making the slayer have stronger and more frequent cravings for blood and may posses other vampiric skills.
Jace closed the book and tossed it on the bed. Her stomach growled, she could feel the blood craving growing and her steringht weakening for a while now. She needed blood. She needed to finish he job.
It was still dark outside, probably around 4am. Jace grabbed her stake and thought which first? Blood or killing? She made her way down to the lobby and out to the chilly street, she needed blood. But the job needed to be done, and soon.
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