The Shadowed World

I stand by the ocean, wind whirling around me, my eyes closed, and my mind free. The moon is full, clouds cover it but only a little, it is so dark and cloudy you cannot see the stars. I stand alone in an orange sleeve-less top with deep v-neck, long black leather jacket, black jeans that flare at the bottom, black belt and leather boots. My hand lightly rests on my sword hilt, waves wash and slap against the sand. I have always loved the dark, it is dangerous and mysterious.


I am Zillah Aurora Quinn, a vampire hunter and born-vampire. My mother, Aurora Ashwood was a vampire hunter also, she called herself “Lioness” and Leo Quinn was my father. He was made a vampire when he was eighteen by Damon King, my parents were soul mates and my father turned my mother into a vampire a feared creature of the night. A soul mate is when you find a perfect companion and partner in life but not every one finds their soul mates. My parents called me “Tigeress” because my hair is like the soft fur coat of a tigeress, it is light orange-gold with black and my eyes are golden-brown also like a tigeress. I am only one of two from the prophecies called “The Raging, The Complex, The Stubborn and The Cherished” but the most common one known by nearly all is “ The Unyielding.”

I am said to get all the powers that all shadow world people get like vampire’s, witches, werewolf’s and shape shifter’s but the other unyielding will not come to full power until he and I are together as one. This other unyielding is my true soul mate but I do have another soul mate and that is rare. My second soul mate is one of evil, he comes from the prophecies called the “The Striking” but is better known as the “The Sinful”, The unyielding get justice while the sinful craves for me to join him to destroy the other unyielding and make the world our own. My soul mates will know my true name but it is I that will find in myself the answer to who is my true soul mate. Both soul mates will carry my father’s first and last name but I shall carry my mother’s.


My parents died when I was six, or should I say murdered by Damon King because father broke both shadowed world laws. The first was to never fall in love with our prey and the second to kill a hunter on sight. These laws I found wrong and they should be allowed to fall in love with a human, even if they are a hunter. I stand near the ocean, in the distance behind me I can smell smoke then I slowly remember how my parents died.


Nine years ago in a forest near Los Angeles, 11th of March 1994…


Damon King found my parents two months after I turned six; he also brought twenty vampires with him. My parents put up a great fight but it was ten to one. Both my parents were the best fighters back then but even the best can not stand against so many vampires who were hundreds of year older than my parents and in some ways wiser than my parents ever got to be. To me my parents were like a god and goddess who couldn’t be defeated, but the six year old I was then didn’t know much about the world and that people could be cruel as well as hateful or hurtful. I watch from the top of tree near my home where I was not found because human’s turned into vampires are said they can not have children but I was born because of the prophecies and for a purpose. I sit in the tree, clinging to the branch. As I watch the scene below me with young golden-brown eyes widened in fear, the sound of metal clashing against metal rings out in the normally quiet forest. I want to call out to my parents but they made me promise not to. My father Leo, with a mane of golden hair bright like the sun, his brown eyes are cold and hard as he fights his enemies. He swings his sword beheading a vampire the body falls. My mother is at my father’s back. She has long, flowing black hair like midnight and bright blue eyes like a clear sky. Her blade swings up blocking the enemies sword she kicks him in the gut forcing him back.

An hour later…
I sit in my tree watching in horror as my parents are tied to a stake. Then hay and a liquid poured at their feet. Several years later I found out it was petrol, but as a six year old I saw it as a harmless liquid. I did not comprehend the harm that the liquid would cause. When they bring the blazing fire over, I want to jump down because fire hurts but I know I can’t break my promise or my parents will be mad. So I watch with fear and panic as the flame is lowered to the hay burning it up and I can smell it even with my eyes closed. I open my eyes when I smell something weird, something different, gaping in shock and horror. I look at my parents faces twisted in pain and their flesh, which is normally so pale, is either blackened or a very dark pink to red. Tears roll down my face at seeing their pain, their unbearable pain. I wave my hand, saying a few words in a whisper to put them into a sleep with magic. I watch as their faces relax, sleeping peacefully, a sleep they will never wake up from.

“I promise I will get payment for your deaths, these evil people will die,” I whisper softly and I can just hear their reply.

“Be strong Zillah, be strong and be careful, remember your training. We love you”

Out of the twenty vampires that came only five remain because my parents were vampire hunters. The leader Damon out of the five has short flaming red hair and black soulless eyes, the next one has black eyes you could lose yourself in and sunlight blonde hair. Another has dyed blue hair but you can just see the light brown regrowth with his brown-green eyes. The last two are twin brother’s but they are opposite in appearance. One has blue steel cold eyes while the other has light green cat eyes. The one with the blue eyes has short dark brown hair almost black while the other has shoulder length light brown hair almost blonde. I watch them walk away then when I can neither see nor hear them. I climb down from my tree. I sit in front of the fire and ash, bringing my knees to my chest and putting my head on top of them to cry softly, knowing they are dead and can’t come back. Then I rock myself gently hoping the pain will go away.


The present, two days from Los Angeles. 1st of March 2003…


I open my eyes and I know I had tears running down my cheeks, I wipe them away with my hand.