Sixteen

chapter one: fight in the moonlight

A young girl, in her late teens walked down the moonlit streets of Chicago. She walked alone despite the obvious dangers of a pretty girl alone at night, especially since the recent attacks that had been taking place in the city. The girl either oblivious or uncaring to the potential danger continued her walk.

The moonlight caught her hair as she walked making her shine with an unnatural glow. As she rounded a corner and set off walking down a deserted street a large clatter was heard. The girl stopped and turned slowly to check the dark glistening street, she saw no one but the dark haired girl didn't seem scared of the noise, more curious as to where it had come from. The girl gave a small shrug before stuffing her hands into her black jacket and continuing her walk.

Only a few moments later the noise was heard again, louder and once again the girl stopped and looked around for any sign and again there was nothing. By now a small amused smile played on the corner of her lips as she continued her journey. The girl turned once again and left the safety of the lit streets, instead turning on to the dark and shadow filled side streets.

The only noise that could be heard now was the dull thudding of her shoes against the concrete. The girl passed a particularly grimy building when it happened, she suddenly felt arms grab her from behind, pulling her back against a hard body. The unfamilar arms held her neck back and exposed. A cool voice spoke to her.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to walk alone at night?" The male voice asked her mockingly. The girl said nothing but remained stiff in the mans arms. "Come on girlie, don't ya wanna say anything? No final words?" He jeered at her. The girl still didn't speak, nor did she seem afraid of this man, this situation.

The man scoffed."Well, you're going to die now." He told her after her refusal to speak. She turned her head a bit and saw a gleaming flash of white. Quickly the girl drew back her elbow and slugged the man in the stomach with it. Obviously the man wasn't expecting the girl to be as strong as she was and he quickly fell to the ground. The dark haired girl whipped around to face her would be attacker.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself?" she asked. A flash of white caught in her grin. The man on the ground scoffed but made no attempt to get up.

"I see I underestimated you." he said as he clutched at his side. The man now stood and faced the girl. "You are one strong human, but nothing I can't handle." he said confidently as he rushed towards her at an highly inhuman speed. In a split second the girl was dashing to the side, avoiding the charging man. The man missed her and he turned angry, his fist raised high to strike her. He charged forward once again, the girl barely managing to grab his fist before it connected with her jaw.

She now held the mans fist trapped within her own hand. She gripped his fist tighter, her nails digging into his pale flesh. She twisted his arm until she heard a satisfying 'crack'. The nonhuman man dropped to his knees, howling in pain as she held his now broken arm still in it's unnatural position.

"You are quite possibly one of the weakest vampires I have ever met." she sneered at him as he clutched at his broken arm, a scowl formed on his rough face.

"Who are you, a human to call me, a vampire weak?" He yelled at her, his high level vampire pride now insulted. The girl laughed as the moonlight broke through the cloudy night sky, drowning the two of them in the white light. The man looked up at the supposed human who had beat him. A grin on her face large enough for him to now see, he could now see the long white canine fangs in her mouth.

"You-You can't be a vampire! You smell nothing like blood!" He protested, refusing to believe the site before him.

"I owe you no explanation as to what I am." She told him as she frowned.

"What clan do you belong to then? If you're really a vampire then what clan are you from?" He asked as if he believed her to be lying. He peered at her, possibly trying to find any sort of familiarity in her face. The girl stared back at him, the anger and cockiness now long gone from her face. She turned her back on him and again stuffed her hands into her long black jacket.

"Beckett." was all she said before she started walking away, she didn't wait around to hear his response. "Don't follow me. I don't want to have to hurt you more." She said as she walked away from the injured vampire. The girl started back on her walk though she was more heavy hearted then before. The man hadn't been successful in defeating her but he had succeeded in reminding her of where she was heading, where she didn't want to go.

The girl made her way down the winding streets of Chicago and before long she ended up in a middle class neighborhood, the kind of place where all the houses were built the same. She walked down the nearly empty street, the further she ventured along the street the more 'people' she noticed hanging around outside, the more 'people' noticed her.

"Ah, look who came back!" One of the men on the sidewalk said loudly as he nudged his friend. The girl ignored them and kept her pace. She was having a hard enough time coming back here on her own, she didn't need their taunts to dissuade her from continuing. Finally, she saw it in the distance, the largest house on the block, as well as the most liveliest. It took every ounce of will power the girl had to force herself up to the front lawn of the house.

It was a large two-story plus home, fine and on the slightly fancy looking side. It was painted a fine shade of dark brown, it's many windows covered as to not let one ounce of light in. The girl moved up the pathway and across the fresh green yard, moving up to the white heavy front door. She gave one quick knock and stood there, knowing she had been gone too long to just enter like she used to. The girl wondered who was going to answer the door, she just prayed that it wasn't Beckett...or him.

The door opened and a short man appeared before her. The girl was relieved that it wasn't either of the people she so desperately didn't want to see. The man who had opened the door, took one look at the girl before his mouth dropped open.

"You..." he said, his voice sounding astonished and the girl just nodded.

"Yeah." Was all she said as if that gave an explanation to everything that had happened. The girl was desperate to get in the house before she gained any unwanted attention, before he noticed she was here.

"Who is it David?" An all too familiar voice asked from within the confines of the house. The girl's insides froze as she knew who it was, just like she knew it was too late to run before the other man showed up at the door. The one man she didn't want to run into, the second to last person she wanted to see. The man's gaze met hers and for a split second shock took over his handsome face. He quickly regained his composure as a sly grin spread across his face.

"Ada, welcome home." He said as if she had only been gone for a few hours or a day at the most. The man was still smiling as he took her hand and lead her inside the house.