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Our Blood Is Tainted

Novel By: Gadzookziie Spice 99

(A/N: Okay. So this is a re-write of my novel cure... but I'm hoping that this is going to be successful.)

Titles!!! I'm struggling with naming this one, so any suggestions would be perfect!

Her mother named her Aaliya, after the great Vampire and Werewolf Queens of old. That itself is bad enough. Cue the murder of her mother, eternal absence of her father, the first full moon Eclipse that threatens to take her brothers humanity, the anything but human guys that she’s torn between, her upside-down uncontrollable powers and the entire paranormal existence depending on her to save them... but is she willing to pay the price? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 7, 2011    Reads: 42    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Chapter One
The funny thing about facing imminent death is that everything else suddenly snaps into perspective. Take now, for example. I gulped in deep lungfuls of cold air.
My brain was in hyper drive; I was racing for his life. I had to live through this. Nothing else mattered. As long as I could dodge the bullets and outrun whatever breed of dog were three steps behind my heels. See? That snaps things into perspective. Run faster. He needs this.
A few years ago, if somebody had told me that in two and a half years time my mum would have been dead eighteen months and six days and that I'd be running for my life... I think I would have launched at them with anything solid and sharp. But, if they had, it would've made things a hell of a lot easier.
I was totally lost. Still, my arms pumped by my sides, my feet crashed through damp undergrowth. A bullet whizzed past my ear. Come on. Run. I could hear the dog's laboured breathing right behind me, the echo of their paws smashing on the twigs and the dead leaves beneath them. If you don't run, he's going to die faster. I burst through the trees, chest heaving. I skidded to a halt, breathless with every muscle and bone screaming in agony.
The gate loomed before me. My eyes skittered wildly. Don't panic. Then you'll surely die. I scanned the dark again. They were getting closer. I could hear their angry voices. No choice. My feet carried me forward, my cold hands launching the most important thing in the world into the air at the same time as my feet left
the floor.
I knew I wasn't going to make it. My chest hit the iron of the gate with such an impact the breath in my lungs vanished. Breathe! Breathe! Run! I swallowed painfully, groaned, sucked in retreating air and clambered, agonised, over the gate. Stumbling forward, I tugged the backpack from its awkward heap on the roadside before hunching my shoulders, pulling the hood further around my face and blended like a ghoul into the dark.


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