Rules aren't always meant to be Followed [private]

With each passing seconds her lungs grew heavy, the pace of her breath increasing. She had used the last of her strength to remove the silver dagger from her stomach in one final effort to save her own life, but by then it had been too late; the damage was done. All she could feel was the searing pain from the wound. Funny enough, she didn?t even see the face of who tried to take her life. Normally, she would have expected this, always getting into fights and always getting someone?s blood boiling, but this time? This time it wasn?t her fault. Someone had tried to kill her, literally murder her, and she assumed it was for the simple fact she was a werewolf. If she could place a bet, it would be that it was a vampire who tried to kill her, whoever it was certainly smelled the part.

Alayna didn?t like vampires, but she had never tried to kill one just for the sake of killing. Some part of her had a very slight respect for life; despite the fact a vampire was technically dead, they were alive enough for her to care. Even if it was just a little bit. Oh, and it was illegal to kill someone with the penalty of death, that was incentive enough to keep her mind of murder.

Every time she took a breath it was sounding more and more like she was gurgling water in her throat. All she could smell was her own blood, it was everywhere. Above her was a little piece of sky, to each side was a wall. She was going to die in an alleyway, like a filthy rat. A dog was hidden behind some garbage, growling quietly as it waited for her to die so it could feast.

?Even you, b-rother? Don?t you realize we?re the same?? She gasped out, a tiny steam of blood sliding down her chin. She groaned, feeling only the burning sensation the silver had left behind and the weight of Death?s kiss on her eyelids; except she didn?t want to die.

?H-help!? Alayna cried, though it was barely more than a raspy whisper. A tear rolled down her face, mixing with the dirt and blood. She grimaced at the pain her abdomen. Someone had to be able to help her, someone had to be around. She couldn?t die here, like this, completely alone and hopeless. A witch could help her, a fellow werewolf, a faerie, anyone. She was desperate, and her vision was starting to blur.

Then she heard someone approaching, and it was a smell she knew quite well. Sickly sweet, like an artificially scented candle: it was a vampire.

Shit.

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