We were surrounded. There were too many. There was no way we were going to make it out.
Shit.
All these thoughts were racing through my head as I fought on, but it seemed that the more Strigoi I took down, the more seemed to appear.
You see, I've been trained to kill these undead bloodsuckers my whole life, but even the best trained Guardians can be taken down by enough Strigoi.
My name is Rose Hathaway, Rosemarie Hathaway to be exact, and I'm a Dhampir. Dhampirs are the protectors, the guardians, of the Moroi. An ancient race of vampires that have extremely advanced senses and can control elements. Pretty cool, huh?
We are not the evil kind that turn to ash in the sunlight, and suck you dry just for fun. The sunlight actually doesn't bother Dhampirs, and only severely irritates Moroi. And about the blood drinking part? Well, Moroi do drink blood, but not for the fun of killing someone, most only do it to survive. The Strigoi are the bad vampires. They willing suck the life out of anything just for the hell of it, and they find pleasure in killing. Thrive on it.
Strigoi are the demons that humans tell myths and stories about, the ones that are cruel murders, serial killers, taking out anything and everything in their way. That's only putting it mildly.
And right now I'm completely surrounded by them.
A younger looking one boldly steps toward me, asking for a fight. I'd be damned if I didn't give him one. I smirked as he charged toward me, already noticing his loose attack and the holes he left for me to take him out. As he threw a flimsy punch, I ducked out of the way, and stuck my foot out, tripping him. Once he was on the floor it was easy to stake him, so I forged a yawn as drove the weapon into his heart.
I've always prided myself on my humor, but that couldn't get me out of here.
I groaned, exasperated, as four more stepped out of the shadows.
"Rose, come on, just get out of there!" I can hear the other guardians, especially Dimitri, screaming at me to get out, but I can't. There's just too many.
I need to get out of here, and fast.
"Damn it!" I grip my stake tighter and start to fight off the never ending line of Strigoi blocking my escape, but it's no use. All those years of training and this is how it would end. I never even got to graduate.
No.
I'm not going down. Not yet. Not today.
I use every ounce of training, every ounce of skill I have into fighting the, Ten? Twenty? strigoi in front of me.
Just as I'm reaching the end, so close to my freedom, so close to returning to the academy, safe, with Dimitri, I'm pulled back.
All I can feel is a sharp pain in my head and neck.
And then everything goes black.
