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The blackness engulfed her thoughts. Stretching out in front of her like a map, the unknown studied her fears, her courage and knowledge. Taking tentative steps the infinite exposure of the human flesh dawned. There was no life here. That was simple, no thriving population, no signs of past living. The darkness had overcome any sense of purity, consumed all hopes of cleanliness and had wiped out. She was getting tensed more like nervous and scared a feeling that never dared to touch her. She ran around looking for any sign of life, nothing! She was scared a feeling she never knew she had. She cried out loud, screaming on top of her lungs. Darkness has swallowed everything. Darkness destroyed everything she knew. Everything is gone, everyone is gone. Except her! Why is she still there!

"Because you are the darkness." A faint low voice came like a whisper brushing through her.

"No!" She screamed

"You destroyed everything!" A small shadowy figure made its way towards her.

"No, I didn't."

"You destroyed everyone!"

"No! Stop!" She screams covering her ears

"Everything is gone, but you will be here alone. And I will follow you reminding you of what you are."

"No!" She screamed out loud opening her eyes drenched in her own sweat engulfed by the darkness of her room. She immediately turned on the light making her way to the bathroom of her small house. She splashed cold water on her face reminding herself it was a dream! It was just a dream!

She was back in her bed after changing her clothes and a cold shower. She was twisting and turning unable to sleep. She looked at her watch, it was 3 in the morning. She had gone to bed only an hour ago and was already up. She sat down and sighed. After a while getting down from the bed she made her way towards her walk-in closet and came out after a while in some sports bra and shorts. She had already put her hair up in a messy bun and now she was standing in front of her punching bag letting out all the anger frustration out. Before half an hour the punching bag gave in burst out spilling all the sand it had inside on the floor. Then she went to her storage, took out another punching replacing the one that had given up. One after another punching bags were giving up she was replacing them throughout the night and there was a huge pile of sand.

Before she could know, new white rays shine through the window and curtain just the same, showing the beauty of the many tan hues that weave together to make the fabric she loves so much. The browns are as varied as sand dunes at dawn, as pretty as the lightest of wood carried ashore upon windswept waves. Amid the light she sees the beams as if they wave with the undulating pleats, yet in truth they are strong and true, giving structure and form. As the moments pass the intensity rises and soften, bold and gentle, telling of the day that passes in the world beyond. She finally leaves the punching bag alone letting it live till next time.

She was sweating, tired and exhausted. She lets out a deep breath and walks towards her bathroom opening her hair and stripping off her clothes. She stands under her shower letting the cold water fall and washes away everything. She washed her hair cleaned herself properly and got out of the shower wrapping a fluffy towel around her naked form while drying her hair with another one. She blow dried her hair and went into her closet coming out soon wearing a black and white polka dot puff sleeve organza mini dress with crystal buckle with open-toed black suede wedge sits atop an almost 4-inch arched platform. A soft suede strap can be laced up the calf or tied up the ankle for a versatile look.

She stood in front of her full-length dresser and applied a burgundy matte lipstick and accessorized it with a black choker. She put her long red hair in a messy bun, took her clutch and went out of her house. She took her car from her garage and made her way out of the house. Without any destination, she kept driving.

She lived in the human side of the world away from supernaturals and her identity. She found human quite fascinating. They lived their lives to the fullest without any worries, loved and helped people even if they weren't from their territory like wolfs, vampire and witches who would kill you even if you go near their border. Though not every human being was a good person. Well, every creature has its dark side now, don't they?

After a few hours of endless roads, she finally had to stop in an unfamiliar place because her beast was getting restless inside her mind. Her beast hardly ever interacted with her but when she did it always ends up in chaos and that's the last thing she wanted right now. She didn't wish to stop here because the moment she took a turn into this road her nose was hit by strong smells of wolfs and lycans. She parked her car in front of a cafe and masked her scent, now she smells like nothing, the supernaturals will think her to be human but the moment she leaves her scent will disappear. Usually, when she's out to assassinate someone she masks her scent like no one could ever smell her. This is one of her gifts. Keeping her hidden from everyone. She walks into the small cafe and it was filled with werewolves and lycans.

She is now sitting at a corner table alone with a cup of coffee. It's been more than an hour at her beast is still restlessly pacing in her head. At this point, she is worried thinking about what's wrong. She tried to leave a couple of times but her beast won't let her leave. She was getting frustrated among all these werewolves and they were giving her weird looks thinking about what 'human' is doing here all alone. She finished her 3rd cup of coffee when her beast started jumping up and down howling in joy inside her head. In her 421 years of a lifetime never did her beast behave like this she thought. That's when the most intoxicating scent hit her nose hard, it was cinnamon with a hint of freshly mowed grass and the scent of soil after rain. She was feeling dizzy how powerful that scent hit her and engulfed her. She seemed to not get enough of it when cafes door opened and the owner of the scent came in, he was the most gorgeous man she had ever land her eyes on. He had brown hair and striking blue eyes with a gorgeous smile planted on his exquisite lips. He was well built, his ripped muscles were hiding under his black tee. Her beast was howling and pushing her to go to their mate. Her eyes were still fixed on him, the word mate was about to leave her lips when a woman with blood hair wearing extremely tight and short red dress linked her hand into her mates arms whispering things into his ears and laughing about some intimate jokes. Her beast was growling inside ready to tear down that girl limb by limb for touching their mate. She was feeling overwhelming anger inside her that's when that girl planted a kiss on his lips. She stood up taking her bag ignoring her beasts begging to let her out so that she can tear up that bitch in pieces. She walked towards the exist and the exquisite smell was getting stronger and stronger, her eyes were fixed on him that's when their eyes met. His blue eyes where looking straight into her hazel ones. She gave a small smile and drifted her gaze to the exit and left.

She took her car started driving back to her place. Her beast was howling and growling inside her head begging her let her out. Her beast wanted to run to their mate and tear that woman in pieces. But she was trying her best to not lose control of her beast. Her beast won't stop pacing back and forth growling at her she finally stoped the car by a forest and slammed her hands on the staring wheel.

"He can't be our mate! Didn't you listen to what master told us! We don't have a mate nobody will ever love us we are a weapon that everyone wants to have. And didn't you see he already has a woman with him. He's just like every other supernatural. So stop growling at me and settle down!"

But her beast was still growling and pacing in frustration, she was angry at her for talking like that about their mate. She tried to calm her beast down but finally she gave in and decided to let her beast loose for run. She walks deep into the forest and stripes off her clothes and hid them in a small hole in a tree which probably a squirrel uses as their home. She jumps and shifts into her beast mid air landing on her paws gracefully and takes off with the wind. Her beast is loving the feeling of wind brushing through her fur, the satisfying crunch of dried leaves under her paw. It is to the forest, for serenity that flows as cool river waters. There is something about the sparkle upon the blue, a melody without a rhythm, music without sound. Above wave the great arms, clothed in the greens of every palate and none, the verdant hues of nature's free dreams. In that place she becomes a part of that art, of that three dimensional creation of time and space, of a greater evolutionary span than her brain can fathom. From the rich brown earthen hues of the forest ground to the sweetness of the blue-white sky, the forest is a three dimensional wonderland for the eyes like hers who are willing to absorb the light.

She runs and runs cutting through the air. She finally stops when she reaches a small river bank. Her beast just stands there feeling and enjoy the soft wind blow past her, she sits there on the grass and enjoys the surrounding. The river is a ribbon of living turquoise, boldly flowing amid the green of the forest. No matter the chatter of the trees it is steady, welcoming, refreshing. On quiet days it can be heard to whisper its wisdom, on stormy days it is lost to all but those who listen closely. The river always talks, always speaks the wisdom of the water to anyone who treasures its musical words. Even on the rainiest of days it can heard beneath the splashes, a sacred melody, always moving, always present. The river has a strength that is reflected in the trees. It flows on with confidence, taking the form of the river bed, billions of drops moving together. The community of trees stands tall, trunks reaching into the blue above, light filtering through leaves like perfect stained glass. The river is green in the dawn, yet it will be as speckled as a thousand dollar diamond in the noon sunlight. It flows in that understated way, smoothly onward without a fuss. Is there anything so reliable as this water? Maybe not.

After a while she takes off to where clothes are, after shifting back and changing into her clothes she goes back to her car and starts driving. It's already dusky, it's that time of the day when the last sun-rays of the day kiss the heathland, when the greens and purples melt into grey under the moonlight, that's when the warren empties. Dusk comes with a promise of moonlight, to the time of reflection upon the day passed and awaiting day to be renewed by the light of the sun. It is when the birds sing goodnight until the stars bid them to dream under-wing. Each hue deepens in noble solemnity, finding unity in the night.

Only now she realizes how far she went from her house. She's been driving for three hours and she still has a long way to go before she reaches her house. Her beast is whimpering inside her head as she moves far away from their mate. It would not be completely true is she said she doesn't feel anything for their mate. There is a foreign feeling inside her chest that she can not put her head around. A feeling she never felt. Would he except her if he knew that she was his mate? Or would he have rejected her because of the blonde woman he had with him? Would he love her? Love! She only heard that word never felt it. Care! That's a luxury that she can never have. She shakes away all these thoughts that crawled into her head. She doesn't remember much about her mother and father but she knows that they had unconditional love for each other. She remembers how her mother told her about mates! How she would find her mate someday and he would love her unconditionally, how he would care for her, how they are born for each other and would die for each other. She laughs at herself thinking how she believed those words. Nobody loves or cares for anyone unconditionally. There is always a reason. And no one would ever love and care for her like that, she is a monster and a weapon that everyone wants. That everyone betrays for their own selfish reasons and she learned to not believe anyone anymore now. Everyone acts in a way to achieve something. Everyone that's comes to know what she is, they either tries to use her or tries to kill her. And he would too cause everyone is same, she thought.

It was past eleven when she finally reached her house. She haves her dinner and gets ready for work. She changes into her 'work' attire which includes some black long sleeve and neck tee with leather gloves weaponized with hidden silver blades. Black combat pants, combat boots and a hooded black jacket. She fills her waist belt with various weapons she would need. After putting her hair up in a bun she takes off waiting for new bounty from her master.

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It has been three weeks, three weeks of killing, sleepless nights and...pain. Unbearable pain. First she didn't understand why she was feeling such a pain soon she understood her mate he was cheating on her. Well technically it is not cheating as he doesn't know he has a mate but still. Her beast went extremely quiet, quieter than before, her beast was depressed, upset heartbroken from being away from her mate and the consistent cheating and pain. A week later her first wave of heat came. It was unbearable for her, lycan and vampire heat combined. It was not something that could kill her but she felt dying would be better than bearing the heat

She doesn't know how but she reached that very river her beast found three weeks ago. After a successful assassination she ran away and somehow she reached the river. The river is so different, so mesmerizing than the afternoon. The sky is clear full of stars and the rivers turquoise water is now a beautiful black reflecting all the far away stars in the sky. The wind is refreshing cold and inhales a good amount of fresh air putting down her neck sleeve and hood. She takes of her jacket, boots and her gloves and her waist belt. She feels light getting out of all burdens, burdens that's what she likes to call them. She sits on the soft grass and let's the water flow cleaning and getting rid of the warmth of her feet. She looks up at the beautiful sky, her eyes glows a bright gold as her beast who had been quite after getting out their house comes out looking at the sky through her eyes.

She lets out a long breath of relief as she lays down on the soft grass. She closes her eyes and that's when she feels a sharp pain crawling it's way through my abdomen. It was sharp it was so painful, it was nothing like all the pain she have felt till now. Soon the pain starts spreading further. She let's out a whimper, she tries to use her magic but nothing seems to work. Their mate has someone else in his bed with him! She felt the pain of cheating before but this time it was much more painful than before. That's when it hit her! Her second flow of heat. Her body temperature was increasing tremendously. She got down in the river trying to cool herself but soon she was seeing black spots and the last thing she remembers before blacking out was that she felt light! She was flowing with the rivers current!

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Hey my beautiful reader's. Hope you're enjoying the story so far. What do you want the female lead characters name to be? And who do you think is her mate? Well that's pretty obvious I guess 😂.

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