Authors Note: The disclaimer in chapter 1 counts for the whole fic, I do not own the twilight saga nor am I making money from it
My final day of normality was to put it simply relatively normal, at 7:45pm I walked the mile to the judo club arrived in time for the 8 o'clock start did the 2 hours of it, then began to walk home, thats when my life took a turn for the worst (well at least I think worst is the correct time, might be better I am no longer sure)
I was walking down the road through the local park (just realised haven't said where I lived, I lived Bristol, England) when a hand was placed on my shoulder, now after you've been fighting in competitions for a while you reach the point where your opponents grip is enough to give a lot of data, for while observing his movements gives an idea of how they fight, they're grips give more of an idea on they're strength and speed, from that grip I learnt 3 things, one there is now way the person was friendly the way they were trying to crush my shoulder, two – he (for with that kind of strength it had to be a he) was far stronger than I was, fortunately from what I knew opponents that strong were usually slow, and three they were immensely cold, like a corpse.
Now there are a few factors which I credit to my survival of that night, one was that I was still full of adrenaline from the judo, so I automatically gripped the hand and rolled whoever it was over my shoulder as I dropped to my knees to speed the throw, textbook! Poor sod wouldn't know what hit him, or so I thought, to my shock they rolled out of it without even wincing, my opinion of my attacker had gone from "be cautious" to "oh god, I'm screwed". Then I saw my assailant, she was female!! Now I was creeped to put it bluntly. My assailant was immensely stronger than me, obviously combat trained by the way they escaped my throw, had better reflexes then I had (like I said that throw was textbook, there is no way she should have got out of that) and was if I were to make a random guess faster than me, now I very much doubted someone had sent a assassin after me so that left a few unanswered questions, well if I had my way they would stay unanswered.
The moment she regained her feet I did an open-handed strike to the nose, I thought I must have caught her off guard because - what luck - I connected, I was slightly remorseful about this really, age 16 and I was going to be a killer, still I was innocent of murder it was definitely self defence so at most a single night in a cell, this all flashed through my mind as my hand made contact and drove her nose into her brain.
Nope instead of the fatal blow causing a bloody mess I came away shaking my hand in pain from the impact, it was like hitting a rock, still bone was harder than steel so that was to be expected, I looked away from my throbbing hand to what should have been a corpse falling to the floor. And there she was standing there obviously amused at my attempts, now I knew without a doubt I was going to die, there was obviously nothing I could throw at this chick that would make one iota's difference to the outcome, I sighed audibly.
"Well, what are you waiting for, I'm out of tricks, just kill me and get it over with." I said my voice utterly flat and my face as deadpan as I could make it.
She giggled, no she really did, and then she stepped forwards, I could now see in the light of one of the streetlamps that she was at most 20 years old and utterly stunning.
She was symmetrically featured with a small nose, and almost elf like ears, with a light brown hair colour and unnaturally pale skin, full lips which appeared to have a blood red lipstick on (never found out whether it actually was lipstick). The only slightest mar on this face was a slight scar that semicircled her left eyebrow. She looked like a model, correction better than a model.
I stared; she stayed there waiting for me to snap out of it...
5 minutes later I finally found my voice
"uh." Yeah, that was it, very articulate, next time I spoke I'd have to make sure it was something witty, now considering my mental functions were currently disabled I thought it best to reboot them, so from the top.
Breathe in.
Breathe out. Good next step, basic thought processes.
A B C D E F... you get the picture, ok now mathematics and science.
The square of the hypotenuse is equal to the square of the other two sides.
Nothing is ever created or destroyed in a physical or chemical reaction
Etc, etc, etc, safe to say a minute later my brains had reached half standard capacity and I had a vocal response prepared, a quick glance told me she hadn't moved whatsoever during all this, it was unnatural her lack of movement, inhuman even .
"I always pictured you in a black cloak, wielding a scythe." Ok not exactly world class as witty comments go but I was under a lot of pressure at the time
It had a good response, her expression was priceless a mixture of amusement and shock, I personally felt that the playing field had been evened somewhat.
"What makes you so certain I'm going to kill you?"
If I'm honest it was a very good question, why was I so certain? For all I knew this could be a mugging or robbery, except I obviously had nothing to steal and by the looks of it my attacker wasn't intoxicated. A random attack? Might as well kill the person to avoid a jail term via witnesses, ok question answered but there was something else, something in the way she had moved, something in the way she spoke, her stillness, and if I focused her eyes as well that hinted at something wrong, something that wasn't human and most certainly wasn't merciful,
I told her my reasoning as to why I was sure she was going to kill me, but did not include my other suspicions, I might also add I had finally regained my cognitive abilities and was slowly and almost imperceptibly backing away.
"well reasoned," she said in that honeyed voice.
Damn, a certain long buried uh... instinct was beginning to surface and at the worst possible time, well long buried doesn't quite sum it up more like put in a steel vault, 12 miles underground with a 2m wide access tunnel which has a number of randomly rotating cutting lasers, followed by a blast door of pure diamond.
"darn hormones" it took me a second to realize I'd actually said it aloud, almost too quiet for me to hear but somehow from the subdued laugh she had heard it. Typical not only was I going to die but I was going to embarrass myself in the process.
Another quick optical assessment narrowed my theories down to four. Listed in order of most likely to least, No.1 my personal favourite, I was dangerously ill and hallucinating, No.2 and my second favourite because it meant I might be able to do something about it, there had been a significant breakthrough in exoskeleton technology of which I was not aware, No.3 and somewhat mad sounding, something supernatural was occurring in front of me, No.4 I was about to become a victim of extra-terrestrial activity.
As I was thinking all this whilst keeping an eye on my unmoving assailant a probably blind fly, flew into my eye, I blinked and when I opened my eyes less than a second later she was gone.
Thank god, looks like I had been hallucinating after all, ok new plan turn around and walk through the lit areas rather than my park shortcut and admit myself to the nearest psychiatric unit, a good plan, I liked that plan.
So I turned around and promptly threw myself backwards onto the floor and rolled to my feet. Three guesses anyone? Yes there she was, obviously amused at my reaction. I discounted theories 2 and 4.
Apparently she'd had enough fun playing with my mind for she attacked, reflex long turned into instinct caused my to drop beneath the punch which to my shock cracked the wall beside me, her next blow caught me full in the chest, I both felt and heard at least one rib break, I was still alive though which meant she wasn't done toying with me; ouch, that hurt. Which sadly meant I had to discount theory one.
The fight had finally gone out of me as my attacker and soon it seemed likely executioner advanced.
With a cracking voice, " may I at least know the name of my killer, and more to the point their species?" she seemed taken aback by both my bluntness and my accuracy as to what I was dealing with, she shrugged her shoulders slightly obviously battling in her mind as to what to say. After all it was a perfectly reasonable request.
"Lucile is my name, and I am a vampire," suspected as much (not the name, the type of creature) I had just run through my knowledge of myths and narrowed it down to two, the other one was a demon.
Now I've always been a firm believer of know thy enemy, well if I incorporated what I had found from my recent experience to what I knew of vampires, well what was tactically useful anyway, can't go out in daylight – useless the sun had only set an hr ago, mortally afraid of garlic – never believed this one though I thought it mean they had a powerful sense of smell and as I think everyone knows, garlic stinks; faster and stronger than a normal human, and had skin which was like punching a cliff – about as effective as well. Wait, the skin is hard but what about the exposed matter which wasn't skin? Bingo!
I visibly quailed and backed into the wall one foot against it as I tensed, it didn't matter if she noticed she probably still thought I could do nothing to harm her, I wasn't entirely sure either, as she got to within 50 cm of my I sprung and was filled with immense relief as the 2 fingers that were the focus of my strike sank into her eyes.
Authors note: currently considering making this a romance between Lucile and my main character, would appreciate if I should keep it to it's former course of obsessive vampire slayer or create such a romance in later chapters