Natasha: The First Hybrid

◾CHAPTER 9 : Part 2◾

In the cold alley, laid a man clinging onto his life. His eyes are wide with horror, mouth rigid and open. His fists clenching around my arm, nails digging deep into the flesh of my arm as my fangs drain the blood from his body. He screams like a baby, intermittent, but nonetheless distressing and intense. His breath came in ragged, along with shallow gasps. Biting down harder onto his neck, I watch as he goes limp and the life leaves his body.

Blood drips from my mouth, causing some to get on my clothes. Drinking blood is like sipping wine in a way, just a little slurpier, a little messier, and it stains pretty well. But overall, blood is great, no it's more than great, it's magnificent. The rush is what makes it all so fun. Licking my lips, I push the dead body off me and stand up.

Looking around the alleyway, my eyes fall on the pile of dead bodies. Their deathly skin pulled tight against their bones, their eyes open wide, staring bloody murder at me. Blood is scattered everywhere on the ground, and the smell of death lingers in the air. Smirking to myself, I start walking away until I catch the faint sound of crying.

Turning around, my smirks widens seeing a female trying to crawl away. Using my speed, I crouch down in front of her, causing a scream to escape her lips. "Please, miss na huwag patayin ako." She begs in the language I know as Filipino.

A sadistic laugh escapes my lips. "Huwag mag-alala ang aking mahal na babae, gagawin kitang mabuti sa iyo," I respond back. The girl screams and tries to crawl away faster, but my hands grab onto her hair, pulling her back. "Aww, don't be that way love. I only want a taste." Grabbing onto her neck, I fix her in a good drinking position, before sinking my teeth in her flesh. She tries her hardest to get out of my grip but fails. After a couple of minutes of drinking from her, she finally stops moving. "You put up so much of a fight and your blood wasn't even that good. Pitiful." Pushing her off me, I leave the alley.

The sky is grey, drops of crystal-clear water appear on my hands. I stand still for a moment, my gaze burning into the horizon, staring at the beauty of the upcoming storm and the crying clouds. I blink and my eyes go back to their regular color. There are only a few people on the streets, none even looking my way. "Today's going to be a great day." Through one of the pools of rainwater, the familiar flash of police sirens is brought to my attention. "They've got a lot of cleaning up to do," I say to myself.

"They most definitely do." A male voice says from behind me, an accent clear in his voice. Turning around, I recognize who the voice belongs to. "What? Not happy to see me?" He asks as black mist surrounds him.

Smirking, I take a step forward. "I'm happy, I'm just wondering why exactly are you here." My eyebrows raise. "Aren't you supposed to have a horse or something, Mr. Horseman,"

He chuckles slightly, his dark green eyes keeping me in a captive hold. His eyes are like the stars, they draw you in to explore the swirling emotion held in their depths. "I only bring him along when I need him." He takes a step forward. "Please call me Crane."

"Crane," I say testing the name out. "Not that bad, although you do kinda look like a Zane."

Crane nods, smirking. "How about you call me whatever you like." He suggests.

"Does daddy work?" I ask biting down on my lips.

Crane's hands touch my cheeks, his thumb grazing my lips. "How naughty." He says, moving closer. "Very naughty." He stares at me for a moment, before backing away. "You're very... appealing Natasha. But I'm afraid I'm not here for that, I'm here for the favor you owe me."

Pouting, my hands rest to my side. "You're no fun." I was hoping to get laid today... It's been a while. "I'm afraid I can't do that favor today, I've got other matters to attend to."

"I'm sure you do, and you'll have all today to do it. But I need this favor done right now, while you have no humanity." He says. "It'll be... quick. Trust me."

"I trust no one and as I said before, I have more important matters to handle," I say, getting irritated. "Now, leave me alone and I'll get back to you later." Walking away, my feet stop moving. My eyes widen as Crane shakes his head.

Crane sighs, "You know, I feared this would happen. But I was prepared for it. You care about nothing right now and I get that Natasha, but if this favor isn't done today I'll wait till your humanity comes back. Which it will eventually, just so I can kill those who you love. Trust and believe me, Natasha," He moves my hair to the side. "I will do it."

My eyes turn black and I glare at him. "You do know I'm a witch right." Before he can say anything, I do a spell. "Daemonis hic daemonium iam nunc egressus Restitui." Crane disappears and I'm left alone again. Continuing my walk through the human state, it begins to rain like crazy. The rain had no effect on me, so I'm enjoying it rather than running away from it as most humans do.

There's nothing wrong with getting wet.

Pun intended.

In the city, the highway is painted grey, with red as the two-way indicator. Walking along the road, I lift my thumb up and point it in the direction of the ongoing cars driving. It would take me about nine hours to reach the gates of Goldville clan if I were to run, but if I drove I'd be there in about two hours.

Thunder roars in the sky, making lightning strike the earth ground. Pitching the bridge of my nose, I groan knowing that the Gods are the cause of this storm. "f**k off Zeus and Poseidon!" I yell out fiercely. "You guys don't tell me what to do. Now I suggest Y'all stop before I come up there and slaughter some angels." Lighting strikes again, making me know it was their final warning. "I'll deal with you guys later,"

A car stops, rolling its window down. The car was an okay pickup truck, colored blue. It didn't seem old, but not new either. "Where ya headed miss?" He asks with a country accent.

"Goldville state," I answer. "Mind giving me a ride?"

The man looks at me hesitantly. His brown eyes shifting from me to the back of his seat. "Why you wanna go there?" He asks. "You a witch or something?"

"Yes," I say truthfully. "But I mean no harm," I smirk at that lie. I'd probably drink from him in the long run. I'm pretty sure I'll be hungry soon.

The man nods his head. "Alright." He agrees. "Hop right in, I'll take you there." Opening the car door, I hop in the passenger seat. The man starts driving carefully onto the road. "I'm gonna stop to get gas a few miles up if that's okay with you. I'm Terry by the way." He introduces. "And that little girl in the back is Tiara, my daughter."

My eyes widen and I quickly look in the back seat, seeing a little girl. What the hell is wrong with my senses? I didn't sense her back there. Forcing myself to smile, I clear my throat. "Hello, I'm Natasha."

The girl stares at me for a second, her black 4c hair in a ponytail. She looked to be about seven to eight years old and shares the same eye color and shade of skin like her father, brown. "Hi." She says shyly, coloring in her coloring book. "Daddy, can we get ice cream?"

Terry chuckles. "Sure baby girl."

I wanted to throw up at the scene before me. The father and daughter relationship was disgusting. I felt bad for the little girl, she loves her father now, but just wait till she gets older. Terry will probably love her other siblings more than her, I mean that is if she has any other siblings. Either way, they'll despise each other. And I'm not just saying that because of the relationship I have with my father... okay maybe I am but it's only because it's true.

Tiara giggles at the joke her father tells her, which causes me to roll my eyes. "You're so funny, daddy." He really isn't. "Dad, tell Natasha about the time you stubbed your toe." Please don't.

Terry makes a turn as it continues to rain. "Well Tiara always wanted a puppy, so I went and got her one," Terry explains. "And so when I brought the dog home to surprise her, she got so excited that she pushed me and caused me to stubbed my toe." They both start laughing, while I'm trying to figure out how that story was funny. "Worst pain in my life," Terry says. Yeah, I bet. "What about you Natasha? Any funny childhood stories?"

I bite the inside of my cheeks. Maybe I should just kill the both of them and take the car. "Nope. I didn't have a childhood." Terry looks from the road and glances at me, as if telling me to explain. "My parents were losers, so I had to grow up quickly," I say, not wanting to talk about it.

"I'm sorry to hear that Natasha," Terry says.

"Maybe my daddy can be your daddy," Tiara suggests. I turn to look at Terry, only to see him blushing. "We could be sisters." Oh please someone make it stop!

"I'm afraid that's not how it works Tiara," I tell her.

She tilts her head back. "How does it work then?" She asks.

Why won't she just shut up? "You have to be blood-related to be siblings."

She pouts. "My daddy says that blood doesn't make you family. Love does." By know, I wanted to rip her little throat open. My fist ball up.

"You know what Tiara, why don't we drop the subject," Trey says. Yes please drop it!

The car falls silent and I look outside the window, catching the sight of the rain falling. I couldn't help but think about a distant memory of when I was in Tanzania.

*

My rags were dirty from the amount of clean I was doing. Mud graced my body all over as my tears stained my cheeks. My heart beats rapidly at the thought of my mother getting home before me. She had given me the task of cleaning the pigs and threatened that if I wasn't home before she was, she'd beat me until I was as black as her.

Running, my feet hit the sand covered ground as my body was hurrying to reach home on time. Without knowing, I accidentally bumped into someone, which sent me falling to the ground. My bottom stung as it made contact with the floor. Looking up, I see the face of my sister. "Where are you off to abomination." She teases.

I stand to my feet. "You know I have to be home before mama comes Asha. Please move out of the way." I try walking around her, but she only pushes me.

"You don't get to call her mama, you're not her daughter. I am." Asha says getting in my face. "You're just an abomination, who was brought here by Satan himself." Before I could say anything, she slaps me, busting my lip in the process. "Get home abomination." She says, before walking away.

Rising to my feet, I wipe the blood from my lips before continuing to run. My eyes land on my families hut and with everything I have, my body runs to it. Once I'm inside, I close the door and lean on it. "I'm home," I whisper to myself.

"Explain to me why I'm home before you." The voice of my mother says, causing my heart to stop. It felt like my soul had jumped out of my body. "I'm waiting demon."

I open my mouth to answer her, but nothing comes. I'm doomed. Mother glares at me, before walking up to me. Her hands grab my hair, pulling me forward as she walks. Once we make it outside, she pushes me on the ground and picks up a large tree branch. "I... I'm sorry." I stutter, but she pays me no mind.

Lifting up the tree branch, she swings it at my face causing blood to form. She swings it again and it hits the same, making me spit out blood. My face felt like it was on fire and a couple of my teeth was on the floor. I scream begging for her to stop, but she doesn't. I cover my face with my hands, but they only get caught in the crossfire. "What is going on here!" My father asks, appearing outside.

My mother stops beating me and looks at him. "The demon has caused trouble once again. I'm teaching her a lesson."

Fathers eyes go from mama to me. He sighs. "She's had enough Hedvika. I'll deal with her." Mother nods, before dropping the tree branch. She spares me one last glance and goes into the house. Father picks up his chains and attaches them to my hands. "Stand up." He commands. It felt like my head was going to explode once I stood up. He walked me to the back of the hut and pushed me inside the cage. The cage was my time out area, it's where I spent most of my time. Father locks it and looks up at me. "You need to learn how to not make your mama angry." He says before walking away.

My head leans on the cage fence for support as my vision goes in and out. It starts to rain and I get drenched. The only thing I could do was watch as the rain fell.

*

"Natasha," Terry calls. "We're here."

I look up and see that we're outside of Goldville. The gate stands high, as a few vampires are on patrol. Looks like I'm gonna have to kill them as well. "Thanks for the ride, Terry. Appreciate it." I say, opening the door.

"No problem." He says as I get out.

"Bye Natasha," Tiara says, waving at me.

I try my best not to roll my eyes. "Bye." They soon drive away and I take that as my cue to walk away. Walking to the gate of Goldville, the vampires circle around me. "Open the gate."

"Queen Natasha, I'm afraid I can't do that." A guard says walking in front of me. His hands are behind his back, probably holding onto his sword."

My eyes turn black. "I take it that Claire is the one that gave you those orders."

The guard shakes his head. "No my Queen, it was Luke. The new vampire king."

My head tilts in surprise. I didn't know Luke had it in himself. "You know who I am?" The guard nods. "And you know what I can do?" The guard nods again, this time hesitantly. "Then you know that I really don't need for you to open the gate." He opens his mouth to speak, but I interrupt him. "Uri." All the guards scream as they catch on fire.

"Fiat mihi in me, et ut cupio." I chant, closing my eyes. "Fiat mihi in me, et ut cupio." Opening my eyes, I see that I'm in Claire's room. The bedroom is furnished, with expensive furniture. From every wall smiled black and white photographs of Claire and Luke. I scoff seeing that her room was painted green, she hated the color green.

"Natasha." A voice says as they enter the room. My eyes look up to Claire and for a second, the world stops. She hasn't changed a bit from the last time I saw her. Her bright blue/grey eyes are still like the sea, calm and emotionless. Her long, wavy blonde hair, still smooth and silky. "Why are you here?" She frowns. "Why are your eyes black?" She takes a moment, before coming to realization. "Tell me you didn't turn it off."

Smirking, I shake my head yes. "I did."

"You've come to kill me." She says.

"Yes." Claire looks at me then back at the door. Before she can even leave out the room, I use my speed to get her first. My arm wraps around her neck as I put her in a chokehold. "You hurt me Claire and now I need to hurt you."

"Natasha stop. This isn't you, please stop." She cries. "Please Nat."

I let go of her, my blood boiling. "Don't call me that! You don't get to ever call me that!" I yell. My heart felt weird, almost like it was breaking. "I hate you. I hate you so much." Claire tries to crawl away, but I grab her. "You need to die."

Claire tries to pry my hands off her, but she's too weak. "Why?" She asks, her voice sounding fragile. "Cause I left you? Cause I fell in love?" She stops fighting. We're both on the ground, her in an uncomfortable position on my lap. "I don't love you anymore Nat and we were never right for one another in the first place. I've found someone that I want to spend the rest of my lifetime with Natasha and if you want to kill me because of it, then fine."

Pulling her neck back, I move her hair away. "You promised you'd never hurt me." Her skin felt like a rose petal, smooth and fragile. As I sink my teeth into it, I feel the rich, sweet blood flow into me. Claire lets out a scream, squirming under me. Adrenaline pumps through my body, and I feel alive again. But that joy is over lived once I feel something wet hit my hands. Letting go of Claire I realize that I'm crying. "You're dead to me."

Before Claire can say a word, I use my speed and get out of there. Droplets of moisture drip from the sky, landing on me. Making it to the gate, I say my chant. "Fiat mihi in me, et ut cupio. Fiat mihi in me, et ut cupio." I'm outside the gate now. Strolling along at an easy pace, with my arms wrapped around myself.

"Natasha!" A familiar voice yells behind me. Slowly turning around I see the bright lights of a dark blue 1970 Dodge Challenger. A wet Torrin stands beside the car, looking at me intently. Without even thinking, I run to him and he catches me in his arms. The smell of his honey scent invades my nose as tears stream down my face.

"I got you."