Chapter 3: How it happened?

"By the blue moon Avalon. Run! We are almost there." My eighteen years old sister urged me.

I am trying my hardest, Sawyer, but I do not understand why I can not run any faster than this."

 I replied Sawyer while using my frayed cloth to wipe my sweaty forehead.

I had never seen mountains, so many rivers, or such a dense forest before.

I was in awe as I took in the breathtaking view in front of me.

However, that was decelerating our speed.

My sister and I just managed to get out of the vampire's domain.

Unaware of what lies ahead for us.

We did not have a place to sleep that night, but when has time ever been better?

"I believe the closest refugee camp is located near the country side. When we get there, maybe we can find somewhere to spend the night. Later on, we will figure out what to eat."

Sawyer proposed.

"Yes, that is excellent." I answered.

" I could maybe pick pockets tomorrow."

I said. I was good at it. It was like I was talented to.

 "Certainly, but let us consider today and trust that tomorrow will take care of itself, Avalon."

Sawyer answered.

 Now that is another aspect of Sawyer that I really admire. 

My sister has consistently been the courageous, strong, and mature one.

Anytime I feel down throughout this hardship.

When we arrived at the refugee camp, we were fortunate to find a room.

We hurried inside, laying down our garments and resting our heads.

"Have you fallen asleep" After a while, I asked Sawyer.

" "Not just yet.I am unable to receive a wink." 

She answered.

"Do you believe we can overcome this without ultimately returning to our hometown to assume control of the eastern covens?"I said, I knew it would not happen, it was just a fable.

Because,

there are repercussions for this. I brought disaster into the world from the moment I was born.

A powerful witch made the following prophecy:

"A divine witch was foretold to fall, one by friend, one by foe, and one by family, if she ever used her powers."

Therefore, we have spent our entire lives running—both from the terror that operates at night and from our own death. 

The Infernals...

.We do know that even though I have never seen them before.They are underworld inhabitants who also hold sway over the underworld's fauna. 

And Sucking straight from a true blood makes them ten times more powerful.

Given that everyone in the refugee camp is referred to as a prisoner, my sister opposed our decision to spend the night there.

Everybody is a prisoner in their own way.

Nevertheless, she later agrees since there was nowhere else we could go.

There was a loud cry at midnight.

"Those hideous creatures!.

I and Sawyer,knew what that means.

"They have arrived!"

That implies, as everyone knows, that it was the Nightwalkers—those bloodthirsting monstrosities.

My sister and I were attempting to escape. 

Well, everyone wants to, not just us.

The prison was in a disarray.

I desperately clung to my sister.

I and Sawyer has been together throughout the whole hardship. My sister always says,"we are going to pull together through it". 

So I trust we the same would happen today 

But life has it's own cruel plan.

 Because as we managed get out of the prison. 

Suddenly, I could feel Sawyer's hand slip away from mine, as we are running.

Turning around to look why that happened, I was met with my worst nightmare.

That monster had dragged her away, sucking on her blood. 

At first, I didn't know what to do, because I didn't believe this is true. Because Nightwalkers don't drink 'our' blood.

"The Heavens clan". We are the greatest witches, the most powerful clan in history.

And a lot of people were in search for our blood. But when our mother cursed our blood, we are nothing less to doom. At least thst was what I was told.

I caught a glimpse of that monster, the way he Pounce on her. Determined to suck her dry of blood.

I stood there, terrified!. 

As I stare.

 His waist length red long hair.

 Moving close to the bloody scene, I don't even know what I am currently doing, but my legs are just moving on their own. 

"What am I doing?. You have to control your legs right now.!" My inner voice keeps telling me.

Until.... His eyes, red, it is in compliance to his waist length red hair.

I could perceive that strange energy from him.

Everything about him screams danger. 

What is this?, Why is he so hell bent on having my sister's blood?.

It was like her blood gave him some kind of pleasure, seeing how he didn't waste time to suck it.

I can't just keep standing, what if he turns around to suck my own blood too, since I and my sister shares the same blood?.

No! Something was off. We are the last born true blood of the Heavens clan. And our blood gas been cursed. 

They can't have our blood without performing sorcery by an elder.

But I finally found my voice,

"Leave her alone! Leave my sister alone, stay the fuck away from her!. You monster, why are you so hell bent on having her blood. Hun?" I screamed.

Suddenly, his head snapped in my direction and our eyes locked. Those murderous peircing red eyes bore into my ocean blue eyes. And I let out soft whimpers.

"Growls". He licks his fang before he stands all tall, towering over me. 

He lower himself, so he could meet with my heights. Then sniffs my neck.

He is so close now.

His features are so scary,I lost my balance and fell to the floor. This is all too much for me I can't take it in alone.

Terrified.!

 I am suddenly terrified.!

Is he going to ravish me too?.

But that look_,the look in his eyes_is that fear?. 

No, he can't be scared of me.

I thought as he moves close to me to sniff my neck._

"Your sister humm.."he says, enjoying whatever pleasure my scent was giving him. "That you don't have it. If she truly is your sister then I will know. Because it is not the same blood that runs through your veins.

Infact you lack one."

He said, now his red eye piercing through my soul.

I feel so intimidated.

" The Heavens. Their clans don't have your kind of scent when I swiped them all off. You are not a true blood are you?" He continues but I didn't reply, but only stood there frozen, his eyes alone could scare the living hell out of anyone.

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I gather all the courage left in me and stare back at his red eye.

"You_ you don't know anything about the Heavens clan"

"What do you know little one?. Ah! I know about the prophecy, I know about that kid that brought doom. Well, it's pity I can't find her.And I am still searching for her."

Me? Why is he searching for me.?

"You see, little one" He continues. "That day, I took great pleasure in sucking that witch dry of her blood."He said with great pleasure.

That bastard.!

" What?. She thinks the Mickelsons blood would be stronger if she cursed their blood?Did she think that turning me this vulnerable would tame me? But that was centuries ago.." He begins to ask himself.

"What?" I asked, astonished. Was that really why my mother cursed our blood?.

"No, Sawyer said that our clan's blood was cursed because they wanted to free themselves." I thought within.

"This one, is a different one (growls again), You make me nervous little one.

But remember this, I shall return". Sniffing me once again, before and he disappeares.

" What was that"? I asked no one in particular.

"We have to leave here, the sky is so dense. And that monster is gone another blizzard is on its way. We need to get out of here unless you want to become food for the terrors that flies at night. A lot of them are roaming at this time i can't let you stay herr. But. I can get us out of here".

I gulped as I managed to say,

"No! Sawyer_! Sawyer we need to save her_ She's still there on the ground. On the cold floor."

I said after finding my voice.

"She's gone Avalon "she answered, in a low tone.

"No ! You don't know so., Penelope no way"

Snow slaps their faces as they find their way through the forest. It was easier for them, because, most if her lives had been spent in the woods. 

But Penelope was faster, because she is a Lycan, her visions was clearer.

Unlike humans. Or other warewolves.

They ran as the soft little flakes fluttering to the ground became icy needles.

 But with one question in my head. Who were the Mickelsons?