Fears of the Past
Ashlynn
Running out into the dark night the wind whipping at my flying hair all I can think about is getting away from her. The dark hair woman bringing back flashes of the horrid memories in sharp spears to my head. The torture. All of the pain. The scenes of her cutting me open and watching me heal over and over. To test how long I could go without the blood of a human. It was just so much pain. For so much time. Traumatizing me all over again, clouding my brain, taking over my emotions. It was too much to retake at once.
I was breathing hard, it wasn't even from the running, only from the emotions I was holding back, the tears I was withstanding, it hurt too much. I knew she was after me, and that since she saw me that she would track me down with whatever it took. And I knew running was a useless hope, but it was all I had. I couldn't try to kill her if I tried, I knew I couldn't, that she had werewolves and vampires on hand, ready to help. Not to mention other hunters whom would readily help.
The tears started threatening my eyes once more, blurring my vision, heaving my breathing as I trip in my dress ripping it and falling. The cold grassy ground, only to get up again and stop as I let the tears flow freely, the care of it all gone to cry until my mascara turns my tears gray. I fall back onto my knees the memories coming in a reel hurting me as if the torture itself was taking place. As if I watched my younger sister breathe her last moments, her eyes black as death as the blood drained out of her and the newest of the dark haired woman's murdering dose of medicine work through her veins for a second time.
"Well someone is having a small breakdown." I hear my most feared voice say from behind me, I close my eyes trying to stop the dreaded waterworks as I turn around standing in front of the tall brunette her dress a dark red silk.
I wiped the tears from under my eyes trying to seem at least a little composed as I look around her finding two transformed werewolves beside her, their teeth bared as they look at me with deadly yellow eyes. I'm going to die either way at this point, if I fight, I'm caught, if I surrender I'm caught. I'm done for either way, and it hurt to think about.
But I wouldn't surrender. I refuse as much.
I bare my teeth, my eyes changing, the growl coming from deep in me I race up to and pounce on the first werewolf I see. Tackling it to the ground, the element of surprise only lasted so long before it had me on my back trying to pry him off of me. My teeth sinking into his front leg I hear his howl ring throughout the property. When I begin to think I might be able to get rid of him by just sucking his blood dry my breath hitches as I'm yanked away by my hair and thrown into the nearest towering oak tree. Feeling my cracked spine fall back into place in a crunching sound, I rise up slowly watching the one light white wolf seemingly mourning the fallen one.
I pounce on the living wolf digging my sharp daggered teeth into it's neck, I feel her claws in my back as I take every ounce of her supernatural life from her grasping hands.
Pulling back I spin around my mouth dripping with the blood of werewolves facing the dark haired woman, I knew the look of fear that a five year old would have was set in my features. It was as if I was in my twenty-third year again, new and afraid.
She looks at me, a cold hearted smile etched into her face, "You've had your fun, Subject 54, you know you can't kill me, so come with me."
I couldn't make words, the fear of her still scarred in my heart, carved into my mind. She stalked up to me and before I could react her bony light hands were wrapped around my neck strangling the forever resurging life out of me, only for me to die and then come back to the same pain bringing the tears of the images of the past in my mind.