Death is at my heals like a dog following a sent, relentless.
I am the daughter of a king and yet i am the one hunted, like i have hunted so many myself, I know all about the chase the kill. This is a war after all.
I am looking forward to returning home, there will be a party for my return, though i have failed my mission in many ways i have not, i have made many allies but it is a mission failed none the less.
My trainers hit the pavement pounding away, running away from what i fear most, I reach for my gun, wanting to kill my aponante on my grounds, before it kills me.
It is in a its human form which is easier for me, i am a witch. I have many powers i could use but a gun is more effective for me.
I turn and fire and i am close enough to see the shock on it's face, see suprise is key. My aim is effective and it hits the pavement.
It wont be dead, there not that easy to kill but it gives me chance to get to my car. My car is on the other side of the block and in the quite streets at three am i get there easy enough,
My baby is a sleek smooth blue with cream leather seats, and puuurrrs like a cat. I have a lotus Evora S beautiful and it flys, i have been around the world in this baby and not a speed ticket yet.
As you have gathered or maybe not i am human, not immortal i am a Harry potter, I am a witch, It amuzes me to no end that people write fiction novels about witches and wizards and vampires and wearwolfs and wars, when it is actuly going on. This is more like harry potter meets twilight.
My father king Richard is a king of his vampire clan, and he saved me twenty years ago and he wont change me, though i am not the only human living in the mansion i still feel many would love a taste.
My baby gets my home in fifteen minuets, and as i dive up death is decorated on the gates, it is everywhere. No escape.
And as i thought a party for my return and my brothers and father wait for my return.