She panted deeply, her breaths audible as she ran into the dark alleyway, nearly knocking over a tin trashcan along the way. Sweat ran down her forehead and onto her nose, and finally falling off her face.
Her deep purple eyes darted back and forth, looking for some place to hide, but coming up with nothing that would work. Especially with the type of person chasing her.
Normally, she could take him. Normally, she’d have much more than enough power to. But after endlessly fighting others off, she was at her last lick of strength and she couldn’t fight back.
Even that ‘last lick of strength’ finally depleted.
Her adrenaline was used up and she couldn’t move another step as she slammed into a wall, sliding down it. Pain shot into her shoulder blades as her small, dark purple wings grinded against the red brick behind her. Her matching slim, pointed tail laid limp beside her as she panted, sweat now pouring into her eyes, stinging them. Her shoulder length, straight black hair clung uncomfortably to her neck. Her purple, midriff was dirty and her black leather short shirt was slightly torn. She had lost most of her wristbands and a black boot.
“Well, well. Look at Her Highness now,” A man hissed mockingly as he slowly walked toward the girl. “Reduced to playing in the dirt and taking the form of a teenager. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
She looked up at him, not able to move her head from out of exhaustion. But even so, she managed to smirk, revealing large canines, “Look who’s talking… coward.” She finished off in a cocky manner, despite her predicament. I’m not going to take this from someone who waited out the fight until he was the last one alive. “Like hell I’d… loose to a lowly vampire.”
He frowned, his fangs being revealed as his jaws ground together, showing his aggravation. He bent down and grabbed one of her small black horns and pulled her up, making her yelp in pain, “Well, you just did.” He smirked, “I was going to be all nice and gentle about delivering a ‘seed’, but now I think I’ll just shove myself into you.”
The girl winched in pain, her eyes watering as he gripped her horn harder, watching him bask in her agony. He finally threw her back down onto the ground and started to kick her in the gut over and over. He crouched down over her, smirking down at the pitiful figure as he slowly started to unzip his pants.
The girl looked away from the sight before finally closing her eyes, unable to watch. Fuck… He’s really going to do it. Well, of course he’s going to. A small, ironic smile formed on her lips. What demon wouldn’t want their child to be ruler of Hell? She felt her skirt and panties pulled down her legs, the cold damp breeze hitting her thighs. There was nothing she could do to stop him.
“Ready?” The vampire over the ‘teenager’ taunted. “Here I come— Huh?”
This got the girl’s attention as she slowly opened her eyes and looked hazily to see the vampire looking back toward the opening of the alleyway. She turned her gaze as much as she could, without moving her head, to see what he was looking at.
What she saw was a shadowy figure holding what seemed to be two large cutlass with teeth going down the blade. The figure slowly approached, gradually becoming a solid figure with features. The first thing the girl noticed was bleach white hair cut jaggedly to just below the figure’s ears in an uneven fashion. Then she noticed the light brown, closed trench coat that covered almost all of the figure’s body.
“Who the fuck ‘er you?” The vampire growled, then gasped as the figure disappeared and reappeared right beside him in the blink of an eye. The next thing he knew was that a sword was piercing where his heart would be. He gaped in pain, no air coming in or going out before he finally fell over onto the ground, right beside the teen.
The girl looked up -not bothered by the dead body in the least- to see two bright red eyes staring down at her with a stoic expression. She looked at the strange black pattern on the figure’s right cheek before her eyes drifted down to the two cutlasses.
Shit… It’s made of angel feathers. She thought, looking at the ‘blade’, watching at the red blood dripped off the feathers as if rejecting anything that would taint the pure white luster the gleamed off them. Must be a high-ranking angel… Now I really am gonna… die…
She felt light headed for a second, only making out the figure looming over her reach out a free hand toward her body before blacking out, not having any more strength to stay conscious.