I stand atop the branch, waiting for whomever comes. I can hear the sounds of someone running, someone small, and multiple people following. I guess whoever they are, their not here for me. Finally the runner enters my field of view. She's young, maybe 9 or 10, an elf. What's an elf doing in human country? I ask myself. It's not extremely uncommon for elves to be seen in human territory but an elven child? I quickly notice her frozen... was that from me? Could she sense my bloodlust? That would make her a mage would it not?
The elf, who was released from my bloodlust, crosses the road and turns around. Why would she do that? Shortly after 3 men exit the woods.
"How did you get out of your cage" one of them asks, he seems to be the leader among the three "well no matter, you're going back in either way"
Hmmm cage huh? Does that mean that she's an escaped prisoner? Wouldn't that make her a 'bad guy' then? I guess I should just stay out of it then.
One of the men goes forth to grab her. The elf hold out her hands and a blue light is released, confirming my suspicions.
"Watch out she's using magic!"
Wow I think to myself as I watch the advancing man collapse with hole through his head. That's a lot of blood, I think to myself. Magic is so cool! I wish I could do that... oh wait I can.
"Boss she's out of mana, the magic freak is defenceless"
Now that I look at her again, she appears to be very tired, just that one spell and she's done. I guess she's not that powerful. I remember learning something about magic in the non-vampire world. Apparently having magic is rare among most races. For humans, magic is incredibly rare for elves however magic is not that rare but it's still uncommon. Because of this, many races look down upon mages as they can do something that defies logic, in some places mages can be put to death for practicing magic. Scary. Not that I have anything to fear... except maybe fear itself... or him...
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Oh look at that, while I was busy talking to myself, again, the leader stabbed the elf... she's dead. Was I supposed to stop that? No probably not, she was an escaped prisoner remember, so she's a bad guy. But somehow I feel guilty, I wonder why.
"What should we do about the bodies" the remaining man asks the leader
"Just leave them, wolves or some other beasts will get to them before anyone who can trace us does so its fine"
The two leave the scene leaving the bodies of both the dead man and the elf. Oh I just realized why I feel guilty, it's the way she died. Killed, mercilessly, by people who discriminated against what she was. Anger. That's all I feel, ANGER. I push my hand against the tree trunk, it shatters, leaving a child size hand print imprinted against it. The way she died, it's the same as my sister...
I jump down from the tree--the men, who I have destined to die--have since left. I walk to the corpse of the elf girl. As I stand over her, examining her face, she looks frightened. Its the same expression. I bite at my wrist, drawing blood. I hold my hand out as the blood trickles down my fingers, before pooling and falling off, straight into the slightly agape mouth of the girl.
AN - Couldn't sleep so I wrote another chapter. Let me know of any grammatical errors and leave a comment on what you think. Thanks.