Stalking the Stalker
Prologue
She woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, again. But this time it was weird... it was like, well it was like it wasn't sweat at all... like it was blood. She has had the same nightmare over and over again for the past year. It all happened when she and her partner were doing their usual rounds. Nothing seemed out of place but yet something felt oddly wrong. She always felt weird when something was wrong when something was going to happen. But she never felt it in her dreams, she never felt it this strong. Moriquea was always getting into trouble whenever she felt it. But she didn’t know that this was going to be one she couldn’t control.
Chapter 1
‘What is this thing???" Moriquea thought. It felt like there was an invisible force trying to push into her mind. ‘No’ she thought. It went away. It started up again… ‘No’ she thought again. It stopped again. ‘It finally went away’ she thought. And it did… but not for long.
The next thing Moriquea knew was that she heard her partner scream… she had never heard him scream before. She always thought that he was strong, funny, not scared of any thing. But she was wrong. He wasn’t scared of any humans. But this thing wasn’t human. She knew she felt something. But she didn’t know what. She knew she felt another like her.
See Moriquea was different. Not like any other human. Actually not like any one at all. She was different than your regular vampires, werewolves, and shape-shifters. She was a vampire and a shape-shifter. She didn’t know any one else that was one. But for the past month she had felt something like her. She had felt a different felling a different presence. It scared her. She didn’t know what it was. But she forgot the feeling and ran towards the noise.
‘Help’ she thought. Help. She knelt down by her partner, crying, he was covered in blood not only his but also the thing that attacked him. He was dying and there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t heal him even though she had powers that could. She couldn’t heal him because of what attacked him. She could only heal wounds made by human or by a knife. She couldn’t heal something that the supernatural did, even though they aren’t ghosts, or phantoms, or spirits; vampires, werewolves, and shape-shifters are also considered supernatural. He knew what she was and he probably thought it was her that did that. But he knew what she looked like. He couldn’t have.
He opened his eyes and her saw her. She was fully clothed but he didn’t know if it was because he was out long enough so she could get dressed or if that thing wasn’t her. But it had to be her. She had said that there was nothing else like her. That she was the only one. It didn’t look like her though. And she was crying. 'That thing was smirking when I went out. I don’t know what happened.' He thought to himself. He opened them just so he could see out. But she couldn’t see that they were open. Even though his hair covered his eyes he could still see her. She was crying and cursing. He didn’t know what she was cursing at it was like she was speaking a different language. That’s because she was speaking some other language! He remembered that she said that shape-shifters and vampires had different languages. But it sounded like she was speaking a mixture of them both. And he had only heard her talk like that once before… but he wasn’t even sure that it was her. ‘That thing that attacked me… is spoke in the same language.’ He thought. She had never spoke like that before… (Other than that thing that attacked him, which he wasn’t sure if that was her.)
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