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Nothing could go wrong, I was happily travelling with my friends who were like family, we watched each others backs and we lived and ate danger. I could tell I was getting on their nerves, we were meant to be quiet because we were in unknown land, we have been travelling for years and been on the run but it's been a lot worse since our species died out and all was left was the common lot and did it help that I was pregnant, NO it made it ten times harder. But happy, happy times, we weren't the most normal pack.

Just a mere ripple on the surface



Faye P.O.V
I am fariy, sorry to ruin anyones fantasies but only few have wings and they ain't anything like butterflies,they are more like sliver sparkily droopy pattened nets, we also aren't small most are tall and thin with large doe eyes usually thats the case but I'm small.
I only have two friends with me, annabelle who is a shapeshifter but all left close to her type was filthy mixons,which are shadow shaping beings that feast on blood. Much like vampires but mixons try to be evil and they are wannabes and they rant on. And there are werewolves but they have the worse temper known, they live in packs and everyone has a place but they have recently been on the hunt to add other rare species. But unfortuanly they found out about us, the last of our kinds and they have been tracking us.

My race died out 238 years ago, were immortal, nearly every type is immortal except dumb humans. Then there is keller and she is a demon but guess what, angels aren't real, sorry for all you believers. Heaven isn't real either, no a delusional artist managed to get to the cross paths and drew some demons on a fancy dress party. We will all seem normal but were not, keller wears a "form" which makes her look like a gothic human, with pale skin, midnight black hair and deep brown eys but really she looks different in real form. Black hair which always changes colour to a deep blood red, its long and reaches to her ankles, her hair dances around like snakes almost moving like in a deep breeze. Her eyes are a black with red pupils, they are empty and almost soul less, she can frighten people away with a simply glare. She is as tall as annabelle, around about 5'8, she wears dark colours which doesn't reflect her personality at all. She is a very loud, bubbly person who always laughs and can't be serious to save her life. I love her to pieces and she is just like a big sister I never had.

Annabelle has a human form but can withstand more than a human can, she has golden brown hair which is shoulder length, its wild and untamed, a big mass of waves. Her eyes are the colour of warm honey and her skin colour is a light caramel. She can shape into pretty much anything but when she does it unfortuantly tears up her clothes and after she is left with no clothes. Its lucky she is close to kellers size. She always wears bright outragous clothes, it's like she's stuck in the 70's but no she has been alive for 439 years and keller has been for 672 years.

It's really hard to find clothes for me because I'm quite small so I usually wear dresses, or childrens clothes. Which is quiet embarrassing when we go shopping and people usually say to keller or annabelle things like "what an adorable child" and much on those lines so in a attempt to look older I wear heels. I always wear my "glamour" making me a small person with white blonde hair, light grey eyes flecked with violet, rosey cheeks with high cheek bones, small pearly white teeth and snowy white skin. But without it, my skin is still snowy white but it sparkles in the sun almost like light reflecting off a diamand, my eyes are large and with very large pupils which makes me look like I'm on drugs, my hair is still white but it changes colour to silver sometimes and I have no idea why. My nails are also violet, much like my eyes mixed with a bright melted silver. I also have small droppy wings, which are very delicate so I hardly have them out unless I'm attemping to fly which usually ends as an epic fail. I wear whatever fits me, I'm the serious one out of the group and the one that worries a lot.


We were in a deep forest, the strong smell of pine needles could be smelt, but then the smell changed, it was a strong bittery grapefruit smell and that only meant one thing.

Werewolves...

Kidnapped


Faye P.O.V

I could hear deep growling, it sounded so close, annabelle and keller looked in my direction with worried anxious faces. I walked closer to them, twigs snapped under my feet. We had no idea where we were and to make it worse I had a ravenous craving for chicken and I felt like I could snap someone in half soon if I didn't get it. The growling got louder but then I realised it was me, I rubbed my belly, cooing. " shhh babe, your going to get some chick chick chicken soooon," Annabelle looked at me as if I had lost my mind but keller looked at her as is to say' hon she was born a nut job, haven't you figured that out yet'
We carried on walking, I stopped but they carried on walking, in the air I could smell greasy fatty chicken!!!!! I followed my nose, running to the smell without a care in the world and believe it or not there was a bucket of KFC, finger licking size! I looked at the tents, people were here, god knows what they are because the smell of chicken was driving me crazy, too crazy to bother checking, I snuck up and snatched the bucket away into the night. A small voice inside was telling me that I should return the chicken I had kidnapped but the need for chicken shoved that voice far away never to be returned. I devoured my chicken, only leaving a mere amount of 8 pieces of chicken. I had decided to concentrate on finding kells' and anna'. I have always called the Keller, Kells, Kelly, Killer K and all different nicknames. The same with annabelle, Belle, Anns, Annie, Banna and all sorts.
They were gone only leaving their bags...


Unknown P.O.V
I was filthy, laying in a pool of blood which was a sticky dark red and beginning to clot, there was a strong metalic smell, it was bitter and foul. I couldn't move, I was chained to the floor, in deep linked grey chains that weighed me down. All I could remember was seeing a little blonde girl steal my KFC, so I ran after her but I wasn't anywhere near graceful like her. Twigs grabbed at my top, ripping it and bugs flew at me, I tripped over many sticks, deep mossy mud stuck to my face and is still there but I remember being grabbed by someone strong then a horrible whack to my head.

I was a mess, my white tank t-shirt was mainly coloured black and brown from mud, my hair was sticky with crusty dried up blood, my shorts were ok but ripped and my sneaker heels which were originally cream were a grubby ram brown. I tried to sit up, the chains rattled and then I heard someone coming. It was a young man, or was he a teenager, he looked quite old but young. He was muscular, a deep tan and dark brown hair that was darker than his honey brown eyes. He was chuckling to himself but then he looked in my direction, I kept still hoping he would leave but my heart just raced and beated faster. He was walking towards me, I was shaking from fear and he chuckled more. I closed my eyes, all was quiet, had he gone away? I opened my eyes to peek and he yanked my hair back tilting my throat to an angle but with me facing him. My skull was in pain from his tight hold on my hair, I whimpered and pleaded. "ple-ee-se l-ee-ee-t me go," His eyes searched mine then his face hardened and said coldly" no, I won't me thinks I can have some fun with you," His grip relaxed on my hair, I slightly relaxed but was still fearing what he said. I breathed out a sigh then he threw my head to the side, then bit into my throat. The pain was excruciating, blood dripped down my neck running all down my top. My body was going limp, everything was blurring, it felt like he had lit me a fire, the buring started as an itching sensation but got worse and worse until I screamed out, my body jerked madly like I was having a fit. Tears felt like lava on my skin, the blistering heat was unbearable. All I could hear was his deep chuckles at my pain. What had he done to me?

Death


Faye P.O.V

I had a really

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