Shadows of the Heart
Description
What are Paranormals?
Are they sparkling vampire?
Are they hot, buff werewolves?
How about 6 feet tall, drop dead y elves?
At least an auburn siren, like the gorgeous Disney princess?
Well,
You must be crazy.
Foreword
The icy wind ran wild through the empty, long-abandoned streets. A layer of ice coated every surface, sealing dustbin lids and freezing water pipes. The cold was unnatural, she could sense it. Was it nature playing a trick, or paranormal activity? The latter seemed more likely. Nature could never have created this.
She walked down a dark alley, black coat billowing around her. Although goosebumps were forming rapidly, she suppressed the urge to shiver. Not only because of the temperature. Her arm went to her pocket and touched the jagaeg. It pulsed frantically, burning to her numb fingers. She knew it, Paranormals.
The clanging if metal crashed through the silence. She stopped and turned around, waiting. A dark shadow burst forward, sharp glinting teeth snapping just inches from her face, hot, dank breath wetting her head...
Moving at inhumane speed, the figure got pinned to the wal, her arm pressing down on a now scrawny neck. A boy, at the age of 9, looked at her with large, tawny green eyes, screaming his innocence. He whimpered as she pressed forcefully on the jugular, with enough force that would have broken the neck of a human adult. But this was no ordinary 'child'.
"Who-who are you?" He stammered in a strained voice, taking on the begging, afraid voice of a young boy. She smirked. "You know exactly what I am." She threw the jagaeg skywards, and with impossible accuracy caught it at the hilt. Dragging it horizontally, she slashed the boy where her arm had been just seconds ago. Blood splattered in all directions, bubbling and eating at the ice. The body dropped to the ground, the head rolling a meter away. She strode up to it, staring with disgust at the snarling face, freezing his expression from the second before dispatched. His once green eyes were black, irises turned white, mirroring the full moon. Kicking it out of her way, she walked of, and the silence resumed once more.
An evil breeze sneaked towards the body. Dust began to form, and was blown away, out of the boundary. The only reminder that such an event took place was the inky splatters, eating up everything but the silver dustbin.
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