The Blood of Rosie

Chapter 3

In the midst of the mayhem, the door to the cage suddenly opened, and I made the most of the situation by climbing out of the broken wagon as quickly as I could. One could say that fear and hopelessness were like a thick blanket that covered the night's heavy air. My adrenaline was pumping through my body as I sprinted into the woods, and I had the sensation that I was being encased in a protective cocoon when I was in the forest.

In the middle of the terrifying woodland that was illuminated by the moonlight, in the midst of the cacophony of clashing steel and the shouts of enemies that I could not see, I experienced a surge of determination that I had never experienced before. My exit was completely unknown because of the confrontation that took place between the security officers and the unknown attackers. An occurrence that marked a turning point in my life was one that told me, "It's time for me to get out of here!"Only "now or never!" is an option to consider.

Despite the fact that the night air was chilly and my entire body was trembling, I was aware that there was no way to withdraw from this situation. It was as if the gods themselves had personally organized everything in order to provide me with this minuscule window of opportunity for escape. As I proceeded further into the forest, each step represented a dance with the darkness that I encountered. By sneaking around in a stealthy manner, I was able to take advantage of the chaos that had overtaken the battlefield.

As the screams receded into the distance, they were replaced by the gentle rustling of the leaves and the eerie howls of monsters that were further and further away. The sound of my heart pounding in my chest reverberated throughout the calm night as I proceeded farther into the unknown. I could feel it as I pushed deeper into the unknown.

Following that, a man who was dressed in a hood emerged from the shadows, giving the impression that he had been conjured up from the depths of the night. In spite of the fact that their cloaks hid their features, they exuded an air of superiority that was evident in the nightmarish atmosphere of that dark woodland.

"Could they be hunters?" When I moved away from the towering male figures that stood like sentinels, I couldn't help but ponder, and as I did so, the words came out of my mouth as they did so.

"Rosie Rufus," they said softly under their breath, as if they were evaluating the sound of my name in the darkness. They called her "Rosie Rufus," at the time.

I was taken aback, and the quick beating of my heart in my chest was accompanied by a tremor that ran down my spine. "Who are you?" My query was barely audible above the sound of the leaves rustling, and I spoke at a low enough volume that it was hardly audible.

After taking a step forward, the person who was hiding behind the mask revealed themselves to be a woman with eyes that were so piercing that they contained a blend of determination and mystique. Her eyes seemed to find their way into the very core of my being, and the sound of her speech was eerie and beautiful at the same time. The tone of her voice was filled with a sense of dread as she continued, "I am a member of a resistance against the Hasta." "We've been watching, waiting for an opportunity like this."

A spark of hope began to burn within me, like a candle that was lit in the darkest area of a tomb, despite the fact that the uncertainty that had taken up residence in my chest had begun to take up residence there. "What do you want from me?" During the time that I was asking the question, my voice was shaking as a result of a combination of excitement and nervousness.

A mottled appearance was created on the ground below as a result of the moonlight reflecting through the branches of the tree canopy. I was a woman with a free spirit who was caught up in a world of mystical intrigue. I was hiding among the trees and witnessing the chaos that was taking place beneath the ancient boughs.

When the commotion started without warning, I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, and I went to investigate it. An annual event that sent chills down my spine was the Hasta, a ghoulish custom in which human lives were auctioned off like property. It was an occasion that I looked forward to every year. It was a really important occasion. It was something that I abhorred with every ounce of my being when I felt it.

I was able to observe the mayhem from a safe distance while he made his debut. A guy wearing a dark cloak and a mask emerged from the shadows, exposing himself to be the leader of the hunters. When we were able to see him, the moonlight illuminated his beautiful physique, giving it a glitter that seemed to come from another realm. With a commanding presence that commanded attention and a magnetic attraction that was impossible to define, he was terrifying. His presence demanded attention.

The silver moon acted as a shield for him as he made his way into the light, giving the impression that he was a predator emerging from the shadows. When the hood of his cloak was thrown back, we were able to see that he had a powerful jawline, eyes that were deep set and interesting, and hair that was as dark as midnight. Not only did he have a presence that was both alluring and menacing, but he was also a strong adversary.

He reiterated, "We're here to rescue you from the annual Hasta," throughout the course of the conversation, his voice resonating with the weight of his remarks.

I was startled when I heard his comments because my heart started beating furiously in my chest. How was it that they were able to get my name so quickly? As soon as I saw this weird man and the bizarre scene that had just taken place in front of me, my instincts kicked in and told me to flee from the situation.

"How do you know my name?" My voice was shaking as I asked the question as I continued to move away from the person I did not know.

"We have the list of the sacrificial humans or offrun, Rosie," he told her confidently. "Come with us, and we will protect you from the Rundtri and their army."

The grim rhythm of the conflict restarted before I had the opportunity to assess the situation or arrive at a decision for how to proceed. Another assault was carried out by guardsmen from Rundtri, who disguised themselves by wearing masks and uniforms in order to conceal their malicious motive through their actions. On the other hand, this time they were supported by an incomprehensible force; despite this, their speed and might were out of this world.

Despite the fact that they were only armed with antiquated weapons such as crossbows and arrows, the hunters engaged in a ferocious battle against the Rundtri's modern weapons; yet, it was the vampires who emerged victorious. The shadows of the night turned out to be their allies despite the fact that they moved with the agility of humans, which allowed them to disarm the hunters and get the upper hand.

During the course of the conflict, I watched with horror as the hunters were eliminated one by one by the otherworldly foes, and their lives were taken away from them. As the moonlight shone off the blood-smeared fangs of the vampires, a horrifying image of death and destruction was created in front of the crowd. Despite the fact that my heart was pounding, I was acutely aware of the urgent need to escape.

When I decided to flee, fear was the primary motivating factor. I was literally saturated in cold sweat, and my breath came out in ragged gasps. My skin was covered in sweat. It felt like a drum was beating inside of my chest since my heart was beating so heavily. Every step I took into the underbrush was infused with a sense of exhaustion and desperation. The forest that surrounded me had turned into a nightmare maze, and every shadow represented a potential threat to my safety.

When I attempted to flee, the soldiers pursued me with unrelenting determination, and the vampire hunter was never more than a few steps behind. When I thought about him being so close to me, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. His presence was suffocating, like an endless shadow. Despite the cuts and scrapes I had, I was unable to stop moving forward despite the fact that my legs had fallen over multiple roots. I could see the hunters leaving via the rearview mirror of my vehicle, and I was the next animal on their list of targets to s*******r.

It appeared as though the forest was closing in on me, and I had no choice but to confront a cliff edge that was filled with cruel elements. My heartbeat, which was already quite quick, grew much more rapid, and my nerves, which were already rather tight, became even more so. When I attempted to advance forward by just one centimeter, the ground beneath my feet began to give way, causing stones to fall into the chasm below.

As soon as I realized that I was dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, I was filled with a feeling of fear. The intense shaking that I was experiencing in my legs, which appeared to be acting on their own accord, caused me to feel both bewildered and insecure. The feeling of fear and worry that was simultaneously circulating through my body was something that I was unable to get rid of. In spite of the fact that the moonlight cast a shimmering glow over my surrounds, all I could see was the chasm that was waiting for me nearby.

I was laughing at one of the guardsmen when they said, "You can't escape the Hasta," and their words cut through the darkness like a blade.

"I would rather kill myself than serve those bloodsuckers!" In spite of the fact that my voice was shaking, I declared, my determination remaining unshaken.

Just as they got closer, I realized that I had no other option except to cooperate with them. In that fleeting but desperate moment, I jumped off the cliff and into the void, eager to see what was waiting for me in the future. My mind was racing with thoughts of my sisters, Eliza and Beth, as well as my mother, who had made significant sacrifices to protect us from the horrors of the Hasta. The night air flowed past me, and it was cool and invigorating.

My final tears mixed with the wind as I dropped into the abyss, and gravity drew me closer and closer to the ground beneath the trees as I continued to fall. During those times when my heart was racing, I pondered whether or not my sacrifice would be in vain and whether or not I would be saved in some way. The shadows in the forest talked of mysteries, and I let myself to be drawn into the dismal unknown by the woodland's shadows.

There was a tantalizing promise of either hope or catastrophe as I ran recklessly into the abyss, leaving a world of uncertainty and mayhem in my wake. As a consequence of this, the path that my life would take was undetermined.