"But-but.....what if something.....?" I stammer. Like I always do.

Damn myself? No, not so much. Even Enos babbles sometimes in front of him. Akos is our leader to a reason. Absolutely no fucking one can disobey him.

"We are moving. Nothing can happen until we reach Sargate. You are more of harm to us now than anyone else," he growls.

Right, I can cause him more harm than rogue werewolves. Totally. But I don't argue. His words cut me to my core. He knows where it would hurt me the most. He knows what would be good for us. I respect him and can never understand why he can't get that. He has many qualities, not to mention that only he could control me.

Yeah, I don't know why. Not even my pyrokinesis works over him. My fireballs always dissipate around his body. He is just some freaking leader. And that makes disobeying all the more harder.

I shoot forward in the air as soon as he let me go, not even glancing towards Enos. I'm downright embarrassed. Never can I understand his hatred towards me. He liked my mother, he liked meeting to, but that was before I had left. When I returned and ever since her death, he only just tolerates me. Barely though. It hurts my ego that I never try to talk over him. Moreover, over the years I have started to avoid him.

The flow of air increase around me as I pick up speed. My surroundings pass by in a blur as I swallow up the miles easily. My feet barely touched the concrete as my body temperature drops down. I run across the bridge like I have been yearning to, the wind a welcome change from the stuffiness of my trailer. Soon, the bridge ends and I'm running through a worn path right through the forest.

Less than five minutes later, I'm forced to stop running by a huge gate. Like the type of gates in palaces. Abandoned palaces. The iron, though rusted throughout, looks pretty strong. If anything, the rust can prevent people from climbing the gate. All of it is made stronger by the overlapping layers of thick green, brown and gray ivy. It looks enchanting. More so because it seems to be in the middle of nowhere. The only sign that shows me I'm not lost has 'Sargate' written on it in thick black letters. The odd thing? The gates are wide open and has dense forest on either side of it. Not even the ruins of previous buildings or walls are there.

"Fishy fishy," I mutter. The residents must have enough money to build fancy gates for no reason in the middle of nowhere. I move forward to go through the gates, but am stopped by the smells of my food.

My surroundings come back in sharp focus as I feel my pupils bleed larger. I run my tongue over my aching gums, already anticipating sinking my fangs into my prey. When I turn to move again, I'm nothing but a shadow, blending easily in the filtered moonlight coming through the canopy.

I follow the smell and am guided to the side of the trail. Only now, I notice a small log cabin, like cartoon police stations, under a tree. Not even a single light has been lit, the tree beside has been pushing it's roots through the roof for years, claiming the wood back. No one must have noticed. The shack seems to be unoccupied but the strong fumes of alcohol that hung in the air around beg to differ. My throat is on fire as I enter the shack.

A man.

Placing myself suddenly in front of him, he jumps up to put his feet down from the table in front. His eyes are blurry and unfocused. He puts up no struggle as I pull him and bite into his shoulder. He barely has time to open his mouth when he starts screaming.

The scream pierces through the peaceful night as I lash at him. I quickly rip away the thin layer of flesh that separated his life force from me. As soon as the first drops of blood reach my tongue, I feel pure bliss. It sooths my parched throat. My body relaxes. I can feel the fire in myself getting quenched. The red liquid fills me up in a way no human food can ever do. I now realise how torturous the weeks I have lived without it had been. Now the blood brings out my real self-- a hungry, dangerous vampire. Not some civilized human girl. Before I realize, I am gulping down huge amounts of blood that I desperately need.

The blood satisfies a deeper fire with me. The flame that has been flickering dangerously now soars higher, doused in fuel. It spreads through my limbs, licking the sides of my body before getting sucked back into my heart and hands stronger than ever.

I feel powerful. I can burn down entire cities if I want to. I'm full of destruction, the kind I thrive on.

The man screams again. I smack my free hand down on his mouth. That stupid is screaming right in my ear. The heat from my hand must have too much for his malnourished form to handle, for he starts blackening immediately.

I leave behind no bodies.

His heart flutters dangerously in his chest, thumping for the last few times. I suck up on his vein for the last time and let him drop.

The lifeless body falls down with a soft thud, the dry leaves below it absorbing most of the sound. I let out a relaxed sigh, feeling all the more energetic. The high amount of control that I had to put on myself these past few days to stop lashing out at every single human being on sight and the excruciating pain of hunger seems distant now. Now, I am ready for the opening tomorrow. I will be able to concentrate solely on my show.

And on how to not burn down the fucking tent.

I look down at the body with half burned face. He was thin. An alcoholic, his blood running even more thinner due to the drugs. I twist my lips with displeasure, at the still present fire of hunger within me. He was not enough. I will have to feed again tomorrow.

I crouch down to drag the man outside and into the midst of trees. The shack has a fair chance of getting burned along with him. In the wild, arranging leaves in certain ways can conceal most of the ash, and the moisture will prevent the fire from spreading. The last thing I need is to have a sky-high funeral for the dead idiot.

Having him successfully within the tree line, I breathe out slowly and call at the danger within. The flame ventures further beyond my heart and rises higher, answering my call.

I'm a vessel of power. I am a keeper of power. I nurture it. I use it. I call upon it. I control it. I am stronger than it.

The flame falls, accepting it's submission. I smile and a blue ball of energy erupts from my hands before wrapping it's tendrils around the man's clothes. A few more seconds for the flame to catch.

Suddenly, I feel strong hands on me, gripping my shoulders painfully. The energy gets sucked back into me as I lose concentration. Before I can thrash, I feel the force of being thrown in an arc, then being airborne, and then slamming into a tree with enough force to break it.

I'm stunned for a moment as I slide down the trunk till my feet are planted on the ground, then snarl viciously at the black figure crouching by my used meal. The surroundings are spinning as I try to focus my vision. A resounding cracking sound registers in my brain.

Sure enough, when I look up, the branches are coming closer. The bark behind me splinters as the tree starts to fall. I am still too dizzy to move away. I look up at the vines from others plants around that connect one to another strain under the weight of their fallen friend. I stay put, wondering if it will be enough to hold the tree in place. Crack after crack sounds behind me as bits of bark gets snapped one after the other. Only when the vines tear down, do I'll have the sense to move away.

I roll out from under the death weight just as the tree comes hurtling down, bringing the roots and creepers along with it, clearing the canopy to allow the full moon's light to come through unfiltered.

In the bright light, I realize my spine is broken.

"Fuck," I mutter, unable to move because of the strong pain. A bone is surely dislocated. The moon is so clear tonight, making it impossible for me to blend in the shadows. My white hair is further illuminated, almost glowing in the peaceful light. I am, in fact in a situation anything but peaceful. I don't yet know what hit me.

I try to even my breath, giving time for the bone in my back to set, but I know from experience that it will be a long while before a spine injury heals.

I blow my hair away from my face and grit my teeth to stand up. I must lay down, if I want my back to set nicely, but not in the presence of an unknown entity. After many attempts, I finally have my weight back on my feet when I hear the crunching of leaves under boots.

I almost laugh out. A human? A freaking person? Just one person who threw my around like a sack of potatoes? Nah, I'm not having that. A brief thought of my meal's blood being poisoned crosses my mind before I make eye contact with the said person.

Eh, of course it was poisoned. Alcohol is a poison. I shake my head at the hypocrisy. I more often than not drink the poison.

The first thing I notice is a mass of blazing red hair. Underneath I notice a pair of blue eyes, much like myself. But these eyes are warm, beholding a beckoning light. Mine are anything but. A boy, a few years older than me. His features are set in a pleasant but unfamiliar look, tanned skin and high cheek bones. Glaring at me.

I frown. What did I do? I've never seen him anywhere before. So, I don't have any chance of offending him. Did he throw me away?Can he really be strong enough to throw me around? Is he a were?

I snarl at the threat. But he looks pretty normal, not like the salivating beasts that I've met before. That I've killed before.

"The human is dead."

"Ah, I kind of know that," I roll my eyes. Of course it's dead. I don't leave people alive if I'm hungry.

"How many others?"

I keep my eyes steady on his face as his quiet words register in my brain. The knock must have made me thicker in the head, I'm taking longer to process things. Others?

"What others?" I ask. I ask pretty nicely.

He surprises me by growling out loud and charging at me at a speed I've never witnessed before.

Never seen anyone running at that speed before. No one. But myself.

I gasp as his hand closes around my neck, effectively lifting me off my feet. He is hella fast. I choke out on air and claw at his hand. He is cutting off my air supply. What the hell with people choking me! My nails scratch him and cut the skin. At one point, I may have even punctured him, but he doesn't let go.

"Stop pretending to be stupid, rogue," he snarled. "Tell me, how many others have you killed before I end your pathetic existence!"

I need air inside my head to think. Don't get me wrong, being an air-head is not good, but being airless, rather oxygen less, is not good either.

I bring back my arm to elbow him in the face, but he moves out of the way before that, his grip tightening further in response.

"You're a malnourished bitch, I don't think you've caused much harm. You look dead enough," he muses.

Ah man, I'm showing you what a bitch I can be.

I grab his arms and use him to pull hard to hoist my legs in the air. Before I can fell the pain from my broken spine, I twist sharply and lock my legs around his neck.

So much for choking me, bloody idiot.

Sure enough, his grip around me loosen as he tries to dislodge my hold. I straighten myself and move my head from side to side a bit. The skin is already red from Akos's silver, now he manages to add finger prints to the mix probably. I flip back and put my hands on the ground, still holding the boy by my legs, before doing a cartwheel, taking him along with me. I land perfectly on my feet, while he is lying stunned flat on the ground.

"I know," I rasp, "this move always makes people dizzy. No need to be ashamed, you're nobody special."

He snarls out loud and is on his feet in a blink, hands raised in front of him in an attacking position. I am about to mirror his position, when his previously sapphire eyes bleed black and fangs emerge from under his lips.

I swear I almost shout out. Well, I do shout out.

"Y-you!" I stutter. "Fuck, you're like me!!"

He is a vampire. Oh lord that explains the strength. He is a freaking vampire. Like me!

There are other creatures like Vanessa, Elyss and me then.

"Oh my God, there are other vampires. Holy shit, I- we are not alone then. Not a mutation. How should I feel about this? Wait, what should I think? What was I thinking? I should just-what--"

"Shut up. You're not making much sense."

I snap my mouth shut and take the time to look at the boy-vampire. Why do I not know that there are other vampires? Oh, because I've never met anyone apart from my friends before. I thought we are fucking special! Something inside me deflates at the thought. We are really not the only ones with super power.

Eh, get information out of him.

I straighten up. Of course, I must talk- oh he was attacking me.

In my reverie, I fail to notice how his expression changes from shock, to anger, to surprise, disgust and back to anger with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Leave right now, and never return," he says in a clear voice devoid of emotions.

I frown. "But I just arrived. It will be a month before we leave."

"We?! How many of you rogues are there?"

Rogues.

"Do I look like a fucking mad wolf to you?" I snarl, at the vampire. "I'm just like you, bloody idiot."

He scoffs. "Please, I'm not even close to the vile creature you are. You're a bane to the existence of vampires."

I gape at him. "Is it because of the dead human? I'm sorry for him, but not sorry. I was hungry, my boy. W-"

"Boy?!" I ignore him.

"Well, humans die everyday of murder much more than because of my killing. I don't kill everything though. Cut me some slack, I was hungry for three weeks."

I stare at him, perhaps hoping for him to understand that he is being a jerk, and allow me to lie down. My back is killing me.

He looks blankly at me.

The wind rustles through the fallen leaves and the bushes of the undergrowth. He tilts his head slightly to the side, listening for something. But all is silent. Apart from the owl hooting far off, and the creatures moving about in the sand, everything is silent.

He seems outraged. "How did you turn into a premature?"

Not entirely silent, my heart is beating.

I sigh in defeat. I shuffle a bit backwards. I don't want to miss Akos's car as he passes by. Then I will be left searching for the procession in this I-don't-know-how-much-big town for I-don't-know-how-many hours. The vampire is delaying me. It hurts to keep standing.

"I'm have been a premature for as long as I have lived," I explain. It looks like he is more in need of an explanation than me. "My heart is not stopping anytime soon."

"Not if I can help it."

I shout out in pain as he flashes behind me and twists my hands together. My legs get kicked out from underneath me and the shock sends waves of pain through me. "Normally, I must take you to Jordan," the vampire snarls from behind me. "But what he doesn't know can't hurt right? I have a personal score to settle."

"Why?" I shout.

A snap echoes through the night air along with my scream. He broke my fucking forearm.

I cut of my shout and growl as my eyes flash. Enough of the jerk.

I throw my head back and hit his chin. He lets go of me, stumbling a bit. I scramble to my feet. Healing my back be damned. I lunge towards the vampire, baring my fangs. I'll be damned if I don't break every bone in his body. I catch sight of a flash of red-brown hair as I try to make a grab of his neck and snap at it. I miss, but my teeth graze his upper arm before we both stand apart.

I smirk at the trail of blood trickling down his arm. It would have been more appealing if the cut would have been at his neck. But this will do. Considering that he is practically a blur around me, I'm doing well.

"How was that?" I ask. "First blood."

He looks up at me and shrugs. "Hardly something to be bothered about," and swipes off the blood.

I stare at him agape. This is eerie. Sure, we vampires heal a lot faster than humans, but my bite was deep. His skin grows unusually fast. I don't heal as quickly as him.

"How- how did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Heal so quickly."

"Oh that," he raises his hand dismissively, as if of all things, this is that dumbest question that I can ask.

"I am bonded to my coven. So my healing process is a lot faster than yours, traitor."

I speed forward, my fangs bared. He spreads his feet in a defending position, preparing to spin me back, thinking that I will be attacking the same way as before, but I know better than that. I turn around and kick him as hard as I can in his back. He staggers a few steps in front, and taking it as a cue, I swipe his legs out from beneath him, making him fall headlong.

He stands up and spitting out blood, looks at me, capturing me with those blue eyes. I kind of... get lost in them. They look so deep, yet so bright. I again wonder if my eyes also feel like that. Mine has always been of the piercing type, his eyes look almost... comforting.

I shake my head at the trail of thoughts and assess my position. He is faster than me, heals faster than me, has same strength as me. How much probability do in have of making out alive?

A lot actually. I don't want to die.

Cold waves spread out inside me at the thought, worrying. I quickly dismiss it and force myself not to worry. Perhaps it is because of my pyrokinesis, my body temperature remains normally higher than any other vampire; by other vampires I mean Vanessa and Elyss. And whenever I worry, cold waves spread inside me, which, needless to say, makes me worry even more. I feel my heart stuttering and I do not want my heart to freeze. I don't know what happens after it stops, but I prefer very much being alive. I prefer the humanity in me.

Akos has referred to me as a 'blind premature' when I had dropped a plate of food on his brother. He doesn't call the others so. I'm guessing he was referring to my heart.

My friends don't notice, but I know their hearts don't beat in their chests.

Disguise

I step back slowly from the vampire, who is staring at me like his last meal. Unfortunately, the fallen tree has cleared quite a bit of the night sky. The shadows seem quite far away. I need the shadows to survive. He looks to be out for blood, and I hope to distract him enough to break some bones.

But how do I reach the tree line?

Simple, turn around and run.

I roll my eyes at my thoughts. That's the most ridiculous option. He is a dangerous backstabber.

Do you trust yourself to get away without stumbling and looking out? No, I don't. Forests are treacherous. Especially the tropical ones.

But ah, I need the shadows. I huff and turn and run.

I need half a second. Half a second to safety. Of course I'll get intercepted before that.

His claws sink into my wrist. I'm forced to stop if I want my hand attached to my being. Before I can cry out, I get yanked back. A rough hand twists into my hair and slam me hard on to the forest floor.

I shriek out at my nose breaking. A rush of blood flows down my face, getting into my mouth and down the front of my shirt. White hot pain blinds me as I struggle to stand up. My sense of stability seems to have been offset. The son of a bitch keeps running around me in a blur, raining kicks, punches and scratches wherever he can.

A strong blow to my jaw has me sprawling back down. My head falls hard onto a rock. I feel lightheaded. I suck in air. I am bleeding much throughly. The trees seem to be closing in on us.  Through blurry eyes, I see him bring down his foot on my stomach. The breath leaves me, I'm left gasping.

"That's for my sister," he hisses.

"I don't know your sister," I snarl.

The blow stops just for a moment before returning hard in form of a kick. I'm thrown against another tree.

This is officially the end of my patience.

The desperation in me bursts forward. The flame moves around me feeling every cut and broken bone with an almost motherly touch. I feel it rising higher and higher at every new blemish on me it finds. I feel its rage. I feel its desperation to heal us, to save us. Then it turns it's hot anger on the vampire in front of us.

The vampire charges at us. The flame jerks outward, wrapping it's tendrils around me, not burning, but like an armour, protecting. I watch my attacker with bleary eyes, not knowing the outcome. My fire moves without me, not through only my hands. It is alive throughout me.

The vampire comes closer. I imagine the fire like a spring, coiled and waiting for the true moment to strike. The power is dangerous. I feel it thrumming beneath my skin. I'm not controlling it.

A dam seems to have burst as the fire leaves me. I hear it's angry snarl, as it charges. I feel its lethal anger, seeking out the avenge us. It will not fail us.

The vampire yells out loud at the feel of fire. Blue flames engulf him wholely, eating away angrily at his clothes and skin, burning it black. I close my eyes at the demise of one of my own species. I keep my eyes closed till his screams has silenced.

The flame slams back into me with such force that I'm pushed against the bark of the tree. At once, it retreats into my heart, not lingering out like it usually down, not untapped, enable like it usually is.

It's pleased.

I crawl over to the dead man whom I've drained earlier. The flame is easier to summon now. The fire wraps him in a sheet and within moments has turned into ashes.

I assess myself. Blood is oozing out from a lot of places and I am literally covered in bruises. My body is not healing as quickly as it should. Perhaps I have used up too much of energy.

"Thank you," I whisper to myself, feeling quite like a lunatic. How do you thank uncontrolled fire?

We shall always be protected.

An icy pain like knife stabs my heart. Grimacing, I desperately stand up, hearing the sound of tires against the ground. I can't afford to lose any more blood. My heart will definitely freeze then and I would be stuck up being a nineteen-year old forever, dead or alive. I start walking towards the highway. About after three minutes, Akos's bright car came into my view, the lights from the car headlightes bouncing off the fluorescent paint. Realising that I am not in the right shape to drive, and that Enos will probably put up a fuss on seeing my condition, I duck into the dark forest and stay there till the brothers have passed, and clamber into Vanessa and Elyss's trailer

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