The only thing Nadean knew was war. She had grown up in it. In a battlefield, a lot of people die, and bleed. It's the perfect place for a vampire to prowl. When Nadean is changed into a vampire, she sees hope. But even as a vampire she can't escape war.
this story was inspired by metal gear solid, and of course twilight. Disclaimer: unfortunately, i own neither of the above. Edward, Bella & co. will be in this fic! Eventually...
1. In a war torn country.
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It was horrible. It was hell.
I opened my eyes, but couldn’t see. I knew where I was. But one fact that escaped me was why I could still feel?
Shouldn’t I have moved on to that great paradise, like I had been promised my whole life?
I couldn’t remember how it happened. My best guess was that I had been hit by a falling bomb; I had seen it happen many times.
I was used to pain, not of this magnitude, but I knew how to deal with pain. I counted. Counted the seconds, the minutes etc.
It had been 2 days, 20 hours, 35 minutes and 17 seconds. I had hoped something would have been made of my body, that it could’ve been buried.
But there was no time, or resources to bury all the bodies, they were normally just burned. The worst thing was I knew no one would miss me. I knew that there would be no one to grieve for me. I would be lucky if there was even any record of me.
I couldn’t remember a happy time in my life. War had broken out when I was just five. By ten I had been sent out into the fighting. A gun was put in my hand, and I was given a helmet.
My country had been desperate. All aid was used to buy arms, so people were going hungry everywhere. The death rate increased rapidly, and the government desperately looked for more solders.
They turned to orphanages.
I banished the memories of my life from my mind. I continued counting steadily. I wondered would the colonel miss me. He said I showed promise, that I had a future it warfare. How flattering.
The seconds dragged in. I wished it would end, that I could just die.
Death had been an easy escape for some of the older children. They’d shoot themselves to keep from fighting. They were the ones that had had a life before war, that knew there was something better. War was all I had known.
58...59...60...day three began, and amazingly the fire stopped. The fire must have blown out in the wind.
I sat up, and I was amazed that I could. I immediately recognised my surroundings. I looked down at my hands; there were deathly pale, soft and cold. So I was a corpse, but I could move. I couldn’t believe it, I had cheated death. I got up and looked around for my gun. Having no luck, I set off at a run towards the fighting.
I ran much quicker than I expected. It surprised me, so I slowed to a walk, after only going about half way. A small smile spread on my lips as I realised that I had an amazing advantage.
As I never the fighting, I slowed to a walk. Nobody saw me; they were too concerned with keeping themselves alive. Something I would not have to worry about anymore. A flicker of doubt lit at the back of my mind, what if I could only cheat death once?
I ignored it and continued walking. The sky was a dull grey colour, meaning there would be rain.
“What is she doing?” someone whispered in my ear.
I turned around in surprise. I saw no one. Suddenly I was thrown on my side. I heard thunder erupt in the sky, a rarity for this area. My head cracked against the hard ground, with such force it bounced back up. I waited for the pain, but when none came, I stood up.
A man stood about a foot away from me. He was not wearing the camouflage I had become accustomed to seeing. He was very pale, with deep purple shading under his eyes, like bruises. He had stringy black hair that fell to his ears. His eyes were a frightening burgundy, and just below them sat a smug grin.
“You’re awake,” he commented, in a soft voice.
“Am I?” I asked angrily. Had he seen me burning? Then why wasn’t he surprised or shocked?
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions for me. But for now we need to get out of here…before you catch the scent.” he said mysteriously.
I opened my mouth to inquire into his unusual remark, but he kept talking.
“This…” he said, gesturing towards the fighting, and shouting going on in the distance. “is not your life anymore.”
I stared at him. I had dreamed of hearing those words. Perhaps this was paradise. He was certainly beautiful enough to be an angel. His face was perfectly parallel, with chisseled cheeks and a strong jaw line.
He sniffed the air, and his eyes widened.
“We have to go now.” he muttered.
He walked over and took my hand. He set off at a run, and I followed at his heals. I soon realised I could run faster, and easily passed him. I ran as fast as I had earlier, faster that any live person could. Maybe I was a ghost.
I reached the place where I had woken up, and came to an abrupt halt. I jumped back in surprise when I saw the man standing in front of me.
“I ran run fast too,” he laughed, looking amused.
I scowled silently, staring off into the distance. I was starting to feel weak, and I closed my eyes. Maybe I shouldn’t run so fast.
“You need to drink,” he muttered, putting a cup to my lips. I parted them obediently, and drank deeply. I had never tasted anything so good. I took the cup out of his hands, and turned it upside down, desperate to get the last of the liquid.
I should’ve looked to see what it was, but it made me feel better, and apparently I could cheat death now. I looked back up at the man. If I could cheat death, I would no longer be taking orders, from anyone.
I got up slowly, smiling. Them I ran as fast as I could, in the opposite direction to the fighting. I kept running, pushing myself to go faster. When I finally stopped, I was at a checkpoint. It was one for my country, meaning if the enemy passed by here, they would be shot.
I walked confidently over to them. No one spotted me, until I came to a patrolling guard. He raised he gun automatically, clicking the safety off.
“Who are you?” he barked, but I wasn’t listening. There was an intoxicating smell filling my lungs. I inhaled, deeply enjoying the smell, but desperate to know where it was coming from.
The sound of gun shot snapped me out of my trance. The solder was staring at me in surprise. I looked from his smoking gun, to the bullet shell on the ground, to the bullet half lodged in my stomach.
It had broken the skin, but just barely. It was half wedged, with enough sticking out that I could just pull it out.
I took the bullet out of my stomach, and brought it up to my face. I was hot, but it didn’t burn. I smiled.
“Already died once…” I muttered. I threw the bullet at his arm, and it pierced his skin as though it had been shot from a gun.
He fell to the ground screaming in agony. I saw the blood oozing from his arm. My nostrils flared as I fell on his arm, lapping up as much of his delicious blood as I could.
The solder squirmed at first, then went still. I drank more and more, felling it flow through me, making me stronger.
Eventually someone pulled me away. I thrashed and kicked against them, trying to get back to the blood.
I turned and saw the black-haired man. He pulled me away, with amazing strength. He dragged me into a nearby abandoned storehouse. I sat down, breathing untainted air deeply. My hands were shaking so I sat on them.
“What happened?” I asked after a few minutes.
He didn’t answer my question, but instead said, “The reason you drank his blood, the reason you can run…is you are, for lack of a better word, a vampire.”