Young Writers Society

It was a cold winters night. The milky white moon seemed to make the snow appear transparent and glow at the same time. Nyshida stood, perched on a tall tree branch. Her red eyes searching for a human. A lost soul. Then an odor arose to her sensitive nose. Only one stench, as vile as it was, could belong to one group. The Maheme. She pulled her hood over her eyes to hide her scent from them. In her mind, she began calculating different scenarios of how she would take them out.

She assessed each one of the Maheme. There were five. Three male, and two female. One of the males, the slowest one, seemed to be a new born. The clothes under his cloak reeked of fresh human blood. Nyshida could almost taste the sweet blood on each of their lips. They had no sense in hiding their selves from mortals. All of them, except the new born, seemed to be powerful. They would sense her as soon as she drew her sword. She suppressed a sigh and slid her teeth over her arm until she had the taste of her blood in her mouth. She would need to use her power on them

Quickly her nails grew longer and into claws. She grew longer more acute fangs. She could hear each one of their slow heart beats. She could taste the blood flowing in their veins. Slowly she reached to her back for her three swords and thew them in the air. The Maheme's heads snapped up just as she came down on the leader of the Maheme group.

She dug the heal of her stiletto into his throat until she heard a snap. The new born ran for it. She chuckled. The other three drew their weapons. Nyshida caught all three of her swords when they collided.

"Damn bastards!" She yelled at the two dead men.

"Haiiiiii!!!" The females yelled, lunging at her.

Her swords made a snapping noise and joined together to make one huge sword. She side stepped and disappeared and re-appeared behind the two females. She thrust her sword into one female and punched the other straight through her back out of her chest. When Nyshida pulled her hand back, she held the females heart. Nyshida crushed it and laughed as she looked around at all the blood splattered on the peaceful snow.

"Stupid b*****s!" She laughed.

Nyshida twisted her sword in the woman's back then pulled it out with a crack and a crunch. The woman fell over. She licked the blood off of her sword and her hand. Mmm, She thought.

"W-who are you?" The New Born appeared from behind a pine tree. The silent wind pulled his hood off. Nyshida gasped as she gazed at the boy.

He looked to be 14. He had piercing blue eyes and hair as white as the snow its-self but a few specks of blood broke the spell of his beauty. Nyshida smiled and dropped her sword then began to walk towards him.

"H-hey, what are you doing?" The boy stepped back.

"Tell me your name boy."

"My name is Yukio."

"Snow Boy huh? I can see why that is your name. Tell me Yukio, why are you with the Maheme?"

"They saved me from being killed by villagers. The villagers thought I brought bad luck because of how I looked. They tried to burn my house down and then the Maheme stepped in and turned me into a vampire."

"Hmm, you are no longer part of the Maheme. You got that Yukio?"

"W-what?! Why not? And why did you kill them? Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"Stubborn boy." Nyshida ruffled his hair.

"Don't hide your face!" Yukio knocked off Nyshida's hood. Her black hair fell down to her breasts. Her eyes changed from red to purple then to black. She glared at Yukio.

"Hasn't anyone taught you manners?! I had my hood up for a reason!"

"Which is?"

"Because I can OK!" But is was to late. Yukio watched as the moon light bathed her in it's light. Her right eye turn blue and the other green. Her long charcoal hair turned white with strips of blue in it. She growled at Yukio and showed him her fearsome fangs.

Yukio walked over and grabbed her sword and handed it to her.

"I'll go with you."

"Yes you will."

"What is your name?"

"It's Nyshida."

"How old are you anyway?"

"I'm 18."

"No, I mean seriously."

"I'm about...100 I think. What about you Yukio?"

"I'm..in vamp years I'm about 40, but I was turned when I was 16."

"If you are 40, why do you still smell of New Born?"

"They said that I am a different type of vamp. They told me that I mature slower so I still have all the New Born strength."

"Hmm."

"Nyshida, you are very beautiful for 100."

"And you are very handsome for 40 kid." They both laughed and began walking into the forest, leaving four dead vamp bodies and blood covered trees.