Emma awoke on the morning of her 13th birthday. She noticed she had a nosebleed and went to tend to it, but upon looking in a mirror, her blood and eyes were… Purple. Gone were her ocean blue eyes, replaced by a stunning shade of Violet. Her once crimson blood dripped, now an Amethyst colour.
"MUM! Emma yelled out, "CAN YOU COME HERE?" About 5 minutes later, her mother walked in, then gasped.
"S-So soon?" she muttered.
"What? WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" yelled Emma. Her mother gestured to follow her, and soon, they entered the dark basement, decade-old spider webs decaying on the moulded ceiling, the stench of blood filling the dark room.
"Sit." Commanded Emma's mother, pointing at a rotten chair with sharp blisters sticking out of it. She did so.
"So, in this world... We have vampires, who have blackened blood... Humans, whom have red blood... And shapeshifters, who have blue blood." Explained Emma's mother, "You, my dear... Are an unknown species."
Emma took a while to process this, gagging from the stench. When she looked up, she saw her mother tightly grasping a butcher knife.
"MUM! WHAT THE HELL!?" Emma screamed.
"Now, now dear... No need for foul language… I just need to get rid of you… You are not human!" her mum laughed.
Emma fled the house in a panic, not stopping once to catch her breath. Soon, she reached her friend's home. She explained the situation and was instantly kicked out.
Her mother was catching up. Fast.
Emma ran as fast as she could.
Soon, she ran into an abandoned alley and waited for the coast to be clear.
Once it was, she fled. She trudged on for what felt like hours, until she met a shapeshifter.
The shapeshifter's ocean eyes looked down at Emma, as though staring into her terrified soul, as the Shapeshifter's crimson hair swayed in the minor breeze, as light crept through the smashed window, illuminating her pale skin. Blood dripped down her sweating face, her left eye scarred.
"W-Who are you!" Emma exclaimed, "I'm Emma Rose by the way..." The shapeshifter laughed.
"Roselle Edmonds. What... Are you?" Roselle seemed curious.
"No idea..." Emma admitted.
A few weeks passed as Emma and Roselle worked together. They had found refuge in an old wooden hut. The forest outside was so overgrown, vines acted as curtains, draped over the browned windows so they weren't seen. The door was made of oak. The walls were made of logs, with planks over the ceiling, covered by old stones. The place had 2 dirty sleeping bags on the ground and there was a barrel, stuffed with a strange Dynamite stash, then another of what looked like Sugar... The scent suggested otherwise, so Roselle burnt it in the outdoor campfire, wearing a gas mask.
"Hey, Em?" Roselle called
"What's up, Rose?" Emma responded.
"Maybe you could be half shapeshifter, half human?" Roselle suggested.
"Hybrids are so rare; I highly doubt I'm one!" Emma laughed.
"You never know!" Roselle pressed. Emma just laughed and looked at her textbook
"Hm? Look at this!" Emma points to an image of an ancient God, with purple blood.
"C-Could it be...?" Roselle murmured.
Soon, Emma heard footsteps, followed by a daunting yet familiar voice...
"Oh, Emma~" it was her mother. She had to hide. Fast! The knife glistened in the mid-summer sun.
"Oh no-" Emma groaned, before going into the small closet, filled with fur coats, "Maybe I'll find Narnia..." she joked.
A few moments later, Emma's mother fled from a mysterious growl, the growl of the Leopard. Emma smirked and stepped out of the closet.
Soon, it was dusk. Roselle curled up in her fluffy Leopard form to sleep, acting as a cushion due to the hard floor for Emma.
"Why is she so God damn cute? No, what am I thinking?" Emma thought. In truth, Roselle thought the same of Emma.
A few hours passed; it must be at least midnight by now. Emma was still lying awake, thinking of the betrayal from her mother. The woman who cared for her for 13 years.
Emma consulted her textbook again.
The blood of violet is eternally bound to the blood of blue. The shades of violet meaning power. Over what, they decide upon thou first death. The phenomenon of Godly Death.
"What the hell? A riddle? The blood of Violet... So, purple blood... is eternally bound to the blood of blue, so blue blood... The shades of violet meaning power. Over what, they decide upon thou first death. The phenomenon of Godly Death...?"
She kept reading
The options are as follows: The crimson embers of the golden flame, the golden glow of the sun, the darkened sky brought by the moon, or the wielder of war
"So, Fire, Light, Darkness, or War..."
Continuing...
They must pass from wound of silver, but until such, as of the day they turn teenage, they shall be a Wolfish creature of night
"They must pass from wound of Silver?" Emma thought aloud. "So, a silver weapon?" "As of the day they turn teenage... So, 13... They will be a wolfish creature of night? So, a werewolf? But I thought werewolves had wolf ears? A-And tails?"
She reads onwards
The tails and ears, thou of wolf, though slow to come, shall grant powers even a shapeshifter would be incapable of. Control of thou form strongest as thou wolf, thou shalt never lose thou life, unless to a bullet of silver or water holy
"That answers that" She curls back up beside Roselle again and sleeps
A loud yell shakes their hut
"EMMA! WHAT THE HELL? YOU'RE A WEREWOLF?" Roselle screams. Emma wakes up and notices a wolf tail and wolf ears.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess..." Emma feels the tail. It moves as she does so.
She hears familiar footsteps. Her mother, wielding a silver knife.
"Hello, dear~ I'm happy to finally be here to witness your extermination." She throws the knife, penetrating Emma's stomach. "Thank you, Rosie, for keeping me updated on her location"
Emma looks at Roselle one last time, tears in her eyes, looking like they may just fall.
"How... Could... You...?" blood pours out of the wound like a river, creating a violet puddle around her. She draws her last breath, and collapses.