Beyond My Control
At least that was what it should have been when their species were snatched and experiments altered their genetics, wiping out the light and leaving them in the darkness, they were now the most feared yet the most hunted by those that deemed them as pure and no longer were they seen as one.
The wolves scorned them.
The vampires hunted them.
The humans feared them.
Soon, they believed the only way to find peace was in hiding, among themselves.
Freya was one of them. Believing peace would rein if they hid in the shadows, only emerging on rare occasions like her seventh birthday...
And all in one night, her family had been wiped from the face of existence, leaving the almost dead seven year old in the wake of their hatred.
Any humanity that she had possessed at birth to believe peace could rein between their factions had been wiped out along with her clan and died that dreaded night.
With her humanity stripped away the demon inside of her festered, wiping out any trace of DNA inside of her that was deemed as weak and now she would wipe them out.
Just like they did to her people.
She would wipe them all out...