Nightwalkers Princess

Name: Nightwalkers Princess
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"What are you waiting for?" She roared into the dark that laid out before her as the rain started to fall faster. She could smell the rot. They were close. She raised the sword and prepared to fight. She knew only one was going to walk away from this and it wasn't going to be them! Her ears perked up at the twigs snapping. It was time. She showed no fear as they drew closer. The stench of rot fills the night air. Still, she stands tall waiting. "We've come for your head, Princess!" Red eyes stared at her. She threw her head back laughing. "Maybe some other time!" She smirked.

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Chapter 5 You're a Grimm

08-15 02:23

Chapter 1 First Meeting

She drew her sword, acknowledging what was coming for her. She stood in the rain, the darkness almost concealed her. Yet, she waited.

"What are you waiting for?" She roared into the darkness that laid out before her as the rain started to fall faster. She could smell the rot. They were close. She raised the sword preparing to fight. She knew only one was going to walk away from this and it wasn't going to be them! Her ears perked up at the twigs snapping. It was time. She showed no fear as they drew closer. The stench of rot fills the night air. Still, she stands tall waiting.

"We've come for your head, Princess!" Red eyes stared at her.

She threw her head back laughing. "Maybe some other time!" She smirked.

"You want me? Come and get me!"

They watched as she placed her sword on the wet ground dragging it as she walked toward them.

"Princess, you know better than that! We have to be invited in." She stared at him. She knew there was no way in hell she was letting them in. The whole town would be slaughtered.

She smiled "Well, I can't let that happen. Your kind isn't welcome here." She walked to the edge of the village. She knew they could smell her. She counted on it.

"Are you not afraid?" He asked. She could see him now. His black hair was cut short, his eyes probably would have been beautiful if they weren't red and sunken in. He looked completely human expecting his eyes and rotting smell.

"Why would I be afraid of a nightwalker? You have no power. You can't even touch me until I cross the threshold of my village. So again, why would I be afraid?" She explained.

She knew she didn't have to, yet it gave her pleasure to see his facial expressions change from smug to anger.

"Come play little princess." He cooed at her. He was taunting her. She stood there with her sword still in her hand. She leaned against it smirking. She knew he was toying with her.

"You know I can't do that. We both know once I cross the threshold you all will attack me." She was laughing as she said this.

"I will have your head sooner or later! You can't stay there forever." He roared. She knew he was right. But her thoughts were interrupted by an ear-piercing scream. She looked up to see the nightwalkers slowly fading. The person screamed again as she took off towards it. Her first thought was one of her villagers invited one of the red eyes in. But it was so much worse than she could have ever imagined. She reached the house and saw there were rouges everywhere. She drew her sword once again and prepared to fight. The house was on fire, she knew the family was dead. With the house being on the edge of the village it was no wonder how they lasted that long. The gray wolf saw her standing among the flames and charged her. She saw him, matching his speed. Her sword cut quickly into his side. Growling he charged her again. This time she stood her ground and waited for him to jump at her. She timed the wolf knowing the exact moment she needed to strike. She raised her sword piercing his belly. The wolf yelped and fell to the ground. She watched the wolf change back into its human form before she took its head.

"Well done, princess." The dark voice said. She looked up to see red eyes. She once again drew her sword. Red eyes put his hands up.

"There's no need for all of that. I'm not here for your head." He said as his eyes turned green. She stared at him.

"The smell of blood brings on the red." He explained while gesturing to the dead wolf.

"I'm Thayer, Princess Kyran. I have no intention of harming you." He sat down on a fallen tree.

"What do you want? How do you know my name?" Kyran asked. Thayer watched her with a puzzled look. Surely she knew why he was there.

"Why are you speaking to me?" She asked firmly.

"I'm surprised they didn't tell you. I was certain that they would at least warn you or they were hoping you would kill me before it happened. Surely they would not leave you to the wolves. Well, a vampire in this case." He stared at her like she was his last meal.

"What are you babbling about?" She demanded. Yet she already knew. Her father told her years ago that he would come for her. He told her what would happen and that she needed to kill him first. He was suddenly in front of her.

He looked down at her.

"The truth is Princess, this is going to hurt you more than it will me..." He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Kyran didn't even try to fight him. She knew that it was pointless.

Kyran stood there waiting for the snake to strike. It seemed like an eternity before she felt his cold hand move her hair out of the way. She refused to open her eyes. Thayer watched her closely as he lowered his mouth on her neck. He could smell the honey in her blood. She cried out once his fangs pierced her skin. She never let her tears fall even when he gently laid her down to feed her his blood. All she knew was that there was going to be the devil to pay once she woke up...