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    Sting of the Whip – (Chapter: Mercy)

    Ashley was definetly too late for breakfast. Her brothers and sisters ate everything. The only trace of food were the paper plates stacked up in the trash can. Her brother Mark was sitting on the kitchen counter picking his teeth with one of his sharpened claws.

    Mark:"Baby sister. I have never seen you miss a meal. I guess Ice finally got to ya huh?"

    Ashley was about to cry.

    Mark:"Don’t cry Ashley. It’s okay. There’s some pop-tarts in the freezer you can eat."

    Ashley:"<_< Thanks."

    Mark got up,and walked past Ashley and out of the kitchen. She sadly hoppped up on a stool and opened up the freezer door. Mark was right,pop-tarts sat in right where he said. She pulled them out and opened it. While they were in the toaster she heard screaming coming from outside.  She scurried over to the window looking down on the village. Fear washed over her. All she could see was burning houses,stores,and gardens. Vampires and their families were being thrown all over the place by witches and wizards. For a second she couldn’t move. Someone tapped her on her shoulder.

    Misandra:"Ashley go upstairs."

    Ashley:"What’s going on?! Why are-"

    Misandra:"DO AS I SAY!"

    Ashley popped up her pop-tarts and ran upstairs with them. As she went down the long hallway,her sisters emerged from their rooms carrying,what looked like,weapons. She got to her room and closed the door. Pippin was sitting on her bed with her mother’s dog,Shadow.

    Shadow:"You okay?"

    Ashley:"Yes I’m fine. Please tell me what’s going on."

    Pipin:"T’day’s the day. Slavery’s been passed it has. Already hit the hungarians."

    Ashley:"slavery?….But…..no that can’t be"

    Shadow:"It is dear. That food in your hand willl seem like a feast compared to what your in for."

    Pippin:"Don tell the girl that! Makin her all scared and jitterish!"

    Shadow:"Tellin the truth Pipin."

    Ashley heard loud and vicious noises coming from downstairs. One peek couldn’t hurt much.. She carefully opened up the door while the dogs argued. They didn’t notice her slip out. When Ashley made it to the staircase,she quickly wished she’d stayed in her room. Laying all across the floor were her slain brothers and sisters. Not all of them were dead,but most of them were.Blood rushed from diffrent parts of their bodies. the ones who survived the attack were chained by their wrists. Among the chained were Misandra,Emanuelle,Mickey,Mark,Ice,Lucy,and Nicole. What broke her heart was when her eyes laid upon her mother begging the wizard in front of her to have mercy on her family. The wizard mearly laughed in her face,and brought hid whip down upon her so hard that she fainted. Ashley was burning with anger and pain. Emanuelle met eyes with her. She jerked her head towards Ashley’s room. Ashley shook her head and motioned forward but Misandra and Ice gave a growl that meant they’d kill her if she didn’t do what they asked. Ashley looked on the faces of the witches and wizards who’d done this terrible deed. The leader had white blonde hair and flowing green robes. Standing behind him were two big guys who looked to be his body guard,and behind them,a witch who looked like she was ashamed that she was standing there. Ashley never forgot what they did next. The leader grabbed two chains that hung by his waist and threw them towards her fainted mother. The chains immediatly latched on around her wrist. He jerked them and walked out of the castle like she was no more than a dead dog. the other wizards did the same with her brother’s and sisters who were captured. They went quietly. The huge doors closed. Leaving Ashley alone with 13 of her dead siblings. She walked around and closed their eyes. Tears wouldn’t fall out of hers. Tears couldn’t even begin to define the pain she was in. With one last look at them,Ashley ran up the stairs and into her room. Both of the dogs didn’t notice her pack her stuff. She slapped them back to reality,told them what happened,and opened up her window.

    Ashley:"Come on."

    Shadow:"*tear* Ashley where are we goin?"

    Ashley:"Far far away from here."

    She jumped into the tree below her window ledge. Her bag didn’t weigh much. It only contained a box,and a book. Shadow and Pippin followed her. Ashley ventured deeper and deeper into the forest until night. The dogs kept close to her side and made sure she was warm. The three traveled far and wide until Ashley grew out her beautiful long bat wings. Soon after came the stainless steel claws,and long lucious lion tail. Every muscle in her body became hard from teaching herself to fly,run,and swim.(vampires aren’t good  swimmers but after Shadow almost drowned catching fish she thought she’d learn) Ashley’s body benifited from being a free vampire. But her emotions became cold. Love didn’t exist after what she witnessed. Nothing mattered but the safety of her friends,Shadow and Pippin. The only time she went into towns was for sex. She wasn’t proud of what she did to get it,but as a growing young vampire women,she needed to let off some steam. Rape often happened after the females actuallt looked at Ashley’s body,but hey…

    Every night for eleven years,Ashley looked into the faces of the wizards and witches that killed and chained her siblings and mother. And every night she thought of the promise she made to Emanuelle. But one night she saw the same guy with the white blonde hair. The leader of that group…..she thoght about her promise. She did. But then she emembered her mother’s cry for mercy. She sharpened her claws on a near-by tree. Promises can be broken.

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