Final Requiem - Chapter 1

Final Requiem

All writing contents, characters and plot settings are © to Brittney “Lupin” Hawkins unless stated otherwise.

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They were all she had ever known. Serpents. Their hisses haunted her mind and her dreams, their sleek, agile bodies behind every movement in the shadows and their chilling breath in every cold draft at her neck, waiting to strike. She didn't want to be a weapon any more. No longer used without her knowing, no longer abused in battle…

She had had enough. She wanted them dead…and she wanted out. Out of the Alien Protection Agency and out of this madness, this hectic rush she had been calling life ever since she was ten. She was nineteen now, and she had no life, nothing to return to and nothing to look forward. Nothing. All she had was herself, what little self-integrity she had, the Agency…and them.

The void that should have been her life had been filled with those…creatures. And she had been one of them, at one point. She had once thought her acidic blood was due to her split bloodlines: demon, werewolf and lycanthrope. But…no…she had been experimented on. Her memories were altered, changed and molded to the Agency's benefit. They distorted her mind, and tainted her blood by changing her into their little alien experiment by planting those damned serpents into her; their blood, their flexibility…their unsaturated taste for blood. It only doubled alongside her vampiric nature, making it harder to control herself when she is at her peak of resistance.

It only hurt in the end and not just herself, either.

Her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed by the dry tears that crusted around her lashes and down her cheeks. The horde lay before her: mocking, hissing, snapping, and swaying to and fro. She wanted them dead. She wanted them gone; gone from the planet, gone from her life.

Nothing would stop her. Nothing, not even the Agency's head himself.

A grim and bitter smile touched her lips as she stared dispassionately at the creatures—creatures she had once sought to protect out of the compulsion when she realized she had been one of them, only bound in a humanoid form—her throat constricting before loosening. “You're all I've ever known…and I want to see every last one of you destroyed.”

Golden eyes rose to meet the leaden gray skies and a spike of quick lightning darted across the sky like a snake's tongue; there one moment and gone the next. The rumble of thunder growled afterwards and the twisting, squirming bodies approached. Lupin could only stare, her grip tightened on her bloodied bone staff-scythe. Blood streaked her arms, her back, face, legs, belly… But there were no wounds, except for the scars on her body, the curse mark on her back and the aching hole where her heart should have been—a heart that had been stolen years ago before she could know what innocence truly was.

Rain fell in a soft patter, and the moistened scents barraged her senses, but with the suppressed motion of her mind, she could no longer smell the damp earth, the rotting blood and the clammy air around her. The wolf's eyes glowed momentarily, the golden hues sharpening up to an eerie smolder. Her throat bobbed once more.

She could only see, smell and taste the disgusting odor of the serpents and among the lackeys, she could easily define the tall and monstrous King and his five Queens advancing in a menacing flow, like black ink spilt across pure white. But this desolate land is no longer pure. It was infected with the sickening presence of these serpents. She nearly chocked on their stench, but held down the bile that formed in the back of her throat.

No longer would she allow herself to be haunted and sit in fear because of the darkness and no longer would she let another fall because of what she was, of her mistakes. The dismal smile that never left her lips remained in place, as if plastered there as she raised her head to the heavens once more.

“YOU'RE ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN! I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE BUT YOU AND YOUR KIND!” She screamed to the sky, her voice hoarse and rough. A sob was chocked back as she returned her gaze back to the land before her. The rain that had once been soft was now a torrent and it splattered against her skin in cold, icy pellets. But she was numb, numb to the world, numb to everything around her.

Except for their presence. Her anger flared as they came charging towards her, but it seemed like it would take forever for them to reach her. Their blood would never harm her. She was immune, where others would be eaten away into nothingness if they were to ever be fully engulfed. Everything had gone so wrong…everything in her life up to this point.

These were the last. She'd vanquish them, like an angel of vengeance and wipe them of their existence, once and for all. The last of their nests she had disposed of. Now she only had them to destroy, to obliterate. But after that, what else was there?

Her mind was fuzzy as she felt herself tear forward, like she was flying, but her wings weren't here, weren't present. They lay dormant, waiting.

What else would there be…? What else, if there was no Agency to run her life, no creatures to slaughter or defend? There was nothing. She had had everything and because of her mistakes…she lost it in the blink of an eye. Another sob forced its way up her throat as his face came to mind. Those hard yet kind eyes, that golden hair and smile that hid many things but revealed many others…

He had vanished…no longer a part of her. She was detached to anything now. Nothing could stop her, and she had nothing else to lose. You took him…and now you'll pay…you'll pay for your crimes, your sins…and for mine. I'll never forgive you…I never will.

Even as she rushed forward, Lupin knew that one harsh fact about herself: she could never truly die. She could never see him again, only in her memories and even now…they were faded like old photographs and she couldn't find his face anymore. But she would fight. She would fight for him…and for herself…

They collided.

She left none standing. She had won…but she had also lost.

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