The darkness is all around me as I feel fire shoot through my back. The pain wakes me up from my drowsy stupor, and I realized almost immediately that I have been shoved into the wall of the alley. Thousands of thoughts pass through my head, and I am not sure what to think. My head is pushed against its surface and I winced slightly. The agony increased as a hand goes around my neck. I gritted my teeth in frustration. The strain doesn't bother me, I have been through a lot worse. I am a police officer, after all. The problem is that there is no way to fight back. "Sorry, Ms. Grey, nothing against you, but we have a job to do." A soft male voice said. They knew my name. I cuss in my head. This isn't good.
I squint, while not letting on that I am still conscious, but everything is blurry without my glasses. They must have fallen off when I was initially pushed against the wall. It felt like I am in an old black-and-white sitcom. I can make out three guys. Two had pale skin, including the one that is holding me against the wall. The other had grayish skin in what little light that the alley supplied. I don't recognize them, and it would be almost impossible to pick them out if I saw them again. It wouldn't matter in the end, it's not like I am going to stay in town when I survive this. I just wish I don't have to move again.
"Dude, this girl is hot! Can't we just change her into one of us and be done with it?" One of the assailants ask. He is shorter, and is most likely younger than the other two. "She knows about us anyway, so turning her would solve our problem. That's what they did with me." It is only now that I started to listen to this moron's words. What does he mean by 'change' me? What do I know about these people? Are they not going to try to kill me? My thoughts are interrupted by the person that looked like he had gray skin.
"We have our instructions from the boss. We don't get paid to think or make decisions," he said. He is abnormally tall, skinny, and sounded like the smartest out of them. "Plus, she has no clue about us, the boss just hired us to get rid of her for whatever reason, I have no idea." I slightly struggle at that. They are going to try to kill me, who wouldn't struggle? They noticed and all turn to me slightly surprised. "Alex, why hasn't she passed out yet?"
It is only then I realized I shouldn't be able to breathe, yet I am still conscious. Great. "Maybe it's just reflexes, they happen when someone is dying." The young one remarks, and I mentally smile when the grip on my neck softens a fraction. I am not going to correct these idiots, I am fully aware of what is going on. They probably would try to kill me faster. "Hey Wolf, do you mind if I get a drink? Unlike macho here, I don't know anyone in the blood department, and I'm starving." The youngest pointed to, who I presume is Alex, with his thumb.
The only thought that came to my mind is that I am dealing with two vampires and maybe a werewolf. I wanted to laugh at myself, to say that there is no such thing as vampires and werewolves. If they didn't exist, then how did I? I still doubted that I would still have a chance of survival if they knew I was a supernatural being too, though I don't know if I am a supernatural being. Maybe that is why their boss wanted to kill me, they found out what I am. "Fine, kid, but only an ounce. We don't want humans to get suspicious and look further into our activities." Wolf's words brought me out of my thoughts.
Alex let go of my neck and I slid down to the ground. My legs feel numb, and my throat sting as air makes its way back into my body. It is hard not to move as the young vampire stalked over to me like I am prey. I could see him better now. He has straight blond hair and bright orange-red eyes, but that could just be because he is hungry. "No hard feelings, sweetheart, but a guy's gotta eat," He said, before going for my neck.
It all happened in an instant. There is a sharp pain in my neck, there is a pained scream from Kid that follows, and my wound heals instantly once the fangs are no longer in my wound. It is only after everything is over that I remembered that my curse extended to my blood, and I almost feel bad for Kid. By the pained sounds he is making he has many wounds that reopened because there is still something unnatural in his wounds. "Kill her! That...that thing isn't human. She's a demon!" The kid shouted and I mentally sigh. This is why I am almost sorry for him. This guy is a real dummy. It was his fault for drinking the blood of a being that he didn't know.
The voices faded as the guy called Alex moved back into my view. I could now tell that his skin is tan, he had black hair, and looked like someone in the military. His eyes caught my attention. His eyes are a beautiful dark blue, almost black, showing sadness and honesty. "I'm sorry, but I have no choice..." He whispers in my ear before I feel a sharp pain in my chest. I realized instantly that the knife itself is in no way long enough to get to my heart. If someone removed it, a normal person would bleed out, but if it isn't, most would have a chance at survival. My mind is racing again, and it is the only thing distracting me from the agony. I wait for what feels like forever, for the three to leave. I stay longer just in case they could still hear me. I have no idea about vampire or werewolf senses. I am pretty sure I am safe if the vampire that was holding my neck didn't notice my pulse was still going after the knife went in. Then again, he acted like he didn't want me to die. I can't figure out why. Maybe he just doesn't want to kill anyone?
I exhale and lean against the wall. At some point in time, I slid into a sitting position. I look up at the moon as I wait. Once I am 99% sure they are gone, I try to stand. It is surprisingly easy, yet I have to hold the knife so it doesn't make things worse. I look both ways and make sure to avoid cameras. It wouldn't be good to be walking around half dead with a knife in my chest. Halloween isn't for a few months.
I quickly move to my room and make sure to lock the door behind me. I went straight to my bed and lay down before pulling the knife out of my wound. I have to hold back my scream as all the pain an average person with a knife wound would feel. Seconds later, I am completely healed and unable to stay awake. It always took a lot out of me to do something like that.
"Lily, it's time for dinner" My mom called from downstairs. I smiled as I watched a nine-year-old me quickly get up and run downstairs. I followed at a distance. This always happens when I 'die'. If my wounds are so severe that a normal person would have died, then my memories from all the other times it has happened replay in my mind. They go from the oldest to the present, not like I would forget something like death.
I entered the dining room. I watched my family happily eating dinner. Afterward, they played games, and then the room started to spin making both versions of me dizzy. The 9-year-old me falls unconscious and the memory fades moments after. The next thing I see is the maid waking me up, my parents nowhere to be seen. Behind the maid was a cop, who looked like a less confident Carl. I wanted to laugh at his awkwardness. Now I know where I had seen him before. It was so odd to see my boss act like a scared little intern. I would love to tease him about this, but then I would give away that I survived. Around the time I turned 11, I was 'killed' in front of him. Though I doubt he remembers me. I sighed and kept on watching, it wasn't like there was anything else to do.
Alex watched from afar, he didn't know why. He watched the girl he had just tried to kill, hoping she wasn't in much pain. He did not stab her in a vital area, but deep down he knew it would not matter in the end. The others he had tried to help rarely ever survived. Most were killed anyway, but then again everyone dies in the end. Even he would die eventually, vampire or not.
He watched for some time as if waiting for something. What that something was he didn't know. When his hand left her throat, there was no bruising or any sign of injury. There were no bite marks from Cristian, even though Alex saw him bite down on her neck. He remembered feeling her strong heartbeat, it had stayed steady and slow. He sighed and turned, only to stop. He thought he heard her sigh. Shaking his head, he watched her stand like she wasn't in any pain. She acted like there wasn't anything wrong with the fact she still had a knife in her chest. She was not a zombie, he saw the blood. He saw the effect that blood had on the kid. Cristian had only been turned a year ago, so he was still considered a kid by vampires and werewolves alike. Contrary to popular belief, vampires and werewolves get along better than most other supernatural creat- ures.
Alex sees Lily get up and sneak back to her home. He rubbed his eyes and then looked back at where she was only moments before. He backed up from where he was standing on the edge of the building as he contemplated what to do. In the end, he decided the best thing to do was leave and act like he never saw anything. He would keep her secret and hope she kept his if they ever met again. He doubted that she would be staying in town much longer, then again she could probably survive even if she did stay.