FireProof

My head was swimming with agony as the beating music and screaming fans drowned my thoughts. The blood smell alone was enough to set me off. This was ridiculous. Im used to solitude and loneliness not screaming kids who want too molest who ever is on stage.

I could feel my eyes burn red and squinted them shut while grabbing the rale infront of me. Shannon and Hannah had front row seats making the music twice as loud. A hand gently squeezed my shoulder causing me to flinch and squeeze my eyes shut even tighter.

“Maggie? You ok?” I took a moment to answer and remind myself I had a fake name at the moment. Her hand squeezed my shoulder again making me pull back blindly and bump into someone.

“umm y-yeah im fine…I j-just don’t like l-oud noises that’s all…” I yelled over the beats.

“do u wanna leave!? Im sorry for forcing you, I should have asked.” I shook my head immediately in protest.

“no you guys stay! Im going to find a restroom and compose myself. Ill be back” I said getting a quick nod from them. I turned and pulled my hood over my head and put on some sun glasses I always kept on me in case of situations like this.

I ignored the weird looks and comments as I pushed forward through the crowed, holding the railing as a guide.

Eventually the railing ran out and I found myself on the far back side of the stage infront of a door. It said employee exit only, meaning there was an exit. I mentally side, all I had to do was get out and meet nyla who was waiting in the back since animals were not allowed in.

I slowly opened the door looking for anyone, and smiled when I saw it was empty. My eyes scanned the hall way and landed on a door to my left. The one thing that grew stronger as I made my way to the door was the vampire stench. I immediately new this band was vampire, which ment maybe a quick meal?

I pushed the door open to find a guard sitting on the couch filing something. His eyes shot to me and widend at my presence.

“it cant be” he said.

In my mind I thought my eyes were glowing there bright natural color rather than red. The one color no other supernatural had. Purple. I may be a scared, and broken girl but when it comes to eating, my appetite has earned me a title in some states. Im known as the darks night. The one who lurks in shadows of allys and forests. Helping humans and feeding on bad supernaturals. Leaving some victims dead, while others who earn a second chance the traumatizing memory of only purple venomous eyes and sharp fangs piercing there skin. My main target is the worst of them all. Vampires.

I stalked towards him with a low growl. I read him as his eyes bored into mine. He had a family. He was a hardworker. I decided to feed and wipe his memory of everything, hes a good one…that’s rare.

“were have you been?” he questioned. I furrowed my eye brows for such a silly question. the one thing all supernaturals fear shows up in your room and you ask were they’ve been?

I ignored the weird question and glanced over my shoulder as screams erupted and loud music played, the concert must have started. As I went to return my gaze to him I noticed my reflection in a near by mirror. My eyes weren’t purple…they weren’t even red… infact, there my human color, green.

I stared back at the man with fear now. My eyes weren’t purple which meens he didn’t recognize me for that. He recognized me for something else. Imay have just walked into my own death… a nest of people who work for the one man who wants me most, the man I thought I loved until he betrayed me…james atkins.

My mind flashed to the horid memories of what happened.

~~~Flashback~~~

It was a year after I had left my family. A year since the tragedy that was all my fault. I sat crying in a small clearing by a creek. Nyla was next to me nuzzling me trying to cheer me up. I had just escaped a huge pack of slayers (hybrid hunters) that wanted to kill me. My leg was nicked by a bullet and was bleeding bad. I was scared and hurting.

A crack behind a tree caught our attention and nyla shot up growling. A small boy stepped out from behind the tree.

“a-are you ok?” he said cautiously eyeing nyla.

I tapped her back and she immediately turned to me.

“its ok girl.” I whispered.

I wasn’t as broken at this time. I was half. I was full of guilt and fear yes, but I was still brave and strong. Nothing had yet to completely brake the remaining pieces of hope for a better life in my heart.
“y-yeah im fine…I hurt my leg” I spoke softly looking at the bloody mess infront of me. He slowly walked over to me eyeing nyla and nelt down examining my leg. I winced as he touched the part were the bullet grazed me and he immediately turned his attention to me.

“my names james…what about you?” It was obvious he was trying to distract me while used a cloth hed wet in the creek to clean my leg and get a better look.

“im..im destiny.” A smile grew on his face.

“that’s a pretty name for a pretty girl. How old are you?”I winced once more as he grazed the wound with the cloth and sucked in a sharp breath.

“i-im 9” I spoke shyly. “what about you?” another smirk grew on his face and he looked at me. I took a chance and scanned his features. He had deep ocean blue eyes, and long (bowl cut kind of) dark brown hair. His face was sculpted beautifully. He looked older than me.

“im 10” my eyes widend. By his features I would have sworn he was 12 or 13…but 10!? His eyes locked with mine as he waited for a response. He chuckled as my cheeks flushed pink. I think I have my very first crush.

That day james stayed with me and showed me how to skip stones in the creek. He told me how he was a were wolf like his father. His mother was a witch so he was able to do some sorcery. His little brother on the other hand was showing to be more powerful. When it got to him asking about me I told him the smaller side. How I had ran away from home. And that I was a vampire hybrid. (lied so he wouldn’t no what she really was and turn her in).

I loved how he just listened. He never interrupted me or anything. He simply listened and offerd a shoulder when I cried o certain parts.

After a while it became a routine. Hed come and bring me food and wed talk and mess around all day. After about 5 months he ended up letting me sneak into his house ad stay with him. What was a crush for me flusterd into my first love. He was always there, he was truly someone I thought I loved. After 4 years we had gotten so close. His father had yet to find me and james was even more the gentleman now. He took me out, got me nice things and never left my side, he wasn’t just my boy friend he was the love of my life. He taught me how to fight, and use my powers better. He even helped me get more meds when I needed more. I had officially told him everything 2 years after we met. I trusted him….i trusted him with my life.

Not a day passed I missed my family or my 5 best friends. One of which I was closer with than any of them…his name was harry. He was honestly my first crush…but I didn’t want to admit it…I wanted it to be james. Because as much as I loved the boys, my family and harry…they would never want me back. Not after what I did.

Then on my 14 birthday hell struck once again… and my world came tumbling down. I was excited that day and james was grumpy. I tried jumping in his arms and hugging him when hed returned from a pack mission but he ripped me off him and through me on the ground earning a loud cry of pain from me. He ended up getting his own place and letting me move in a year earlier. I had really thought I had a new better start with him.

“what the fuck bitch!” he spat kicking me in the side. The pain was awful. Id felt it before but with each kick he used more of his in human strength. By the time hed finished I was bruised and bloody. A metal taste of my own blood pooled in my mouth…my life was like this from now on until I turned 16… I never fought because after 3 months of the constant abuse he had torn me down so much I felt I deserved it. Those little shards of hope in my heart had broke. Infact my heart had broke.

I finally got the strength to get nyla and leave on my sweet 16 when he and 8 other dudes dragged me in a room and beat me to a stiff. I couldn’t move or speak. My disease had worsened and the beating made it worse. Flashes of memory remind me of ropes, chains and them all laughing as the ripped my cloths off. Exposing every inch of me…then…they raped me…

That night I was so broke and so hurt I grabbed my things and ran. Out of the u.k and into California…ive been wondering ever since. And hiding when id ran into someone like them, or running when id ran into them.

~~~end of flashback~~~

My body shook at the cold memory. And when it ended I came back to my current situation. The man had moved to the door and was next to 4 other men who stood staring at me. They all shared surprised and cautiouse gazes. The emotion in ther eyes was that of sorrow, and relief. I don’t know why theyed be relieved to see me, or sad.But I did no one thing… they looked oddly familiar.

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