Blood Rewrite Part 2 - Zyla & Chase

Okay so we get to meet our main character in this chapter(the picture is supposed to be her, just imagine the wings a lot bigger). I hope you all like it. Don't forget to comment!!! I love hearing your feedback whether it is positive or negative. Your comments help me become a better writer so if there is anything you think that I should change or add just comment!! So thanks for reading and enjoy =) Sorry the pic is so big! I do not know how to make it smaller!

I blasted the Three Days Grace on my radio then begun my training for the morning. I had mastered most forms of fighting by the time I had reached the age of 10 and I had recently moved on to sword fighting. In this world it is very important to be as good at as many types of fighting as possible. It just might save your life. I spent about an hour every morning and evening practicing a variety of different moves (blocks, thrusts, dodge, etc.). I had to practice a lot too because sword fighting is a lot more difficult than almost any other kind of combat would be. The sword is heavier than it looks and it takes quite a while just to get used to just holding it properly never mind actually using it. I have been practicing my swordplay for a little over 5 years now and I could not be called an expert but I was getting good. I finished my little battle-dance in perfect timing with the ending of the song Pain. With my morning practice done I wiped the sweat from my forehead and put my sword away in its special hiding spot where I knew no one else would find it. I did not use my sword anywhere except for in morning practice, evening practice and when I have mock matches at the gym(I want to be really good before I trust my life on my skills with the sword). The gym is a different place now then it was 100 years ago. Before the bloods. It was just used to keep in shape or lose weight. It can still be used for that but now the biggest part of going to the gym meant sharpening your fighting skills.

All types of fighting along with anything physical came to me very easily. I am a half-blood and I am the only of my kind (as far as I know). I am not really sure how it happened, but my parents got together and I happened. It is surprising enough just to say that my father had enough self-control to make that happen without killing my mother. The next amazing thing was that I survived. That is where amazing ends. My dad's self control only lasted until I was five years old. He killed my mother and step-father. Once again I got lucky because he could not find where I was hiding with my 3-year-old half-sister Katya. Katya was taken to live with her father's relatives and I was taken to live with my father. He did not even try to eat me until I was 14. That was a battle that I will never forget. How many of you can say that you had to kill your own father to keep yourself alive? Well it is not pleasant. Even though he was a blood and undoubtedly evil, he had and emotional side (the only blood I had ever seen with emotions besides anger) and I missed that after I killed him. Now at the age of 16 I live on my own.

Being a half-blood sets me apart from everyone else. I am more human than I am blood but I do have some obvious things that mark me as a blood. Like any blood, I have a long, strong, whip-like tail (although my tail is smaller than a bloods two meter long tail it is just as effective). I am also stronger and faster than any human could hope to be. All of the not-human things about me could be traced back to my father. All of it except for my wings. I guess I have some blood relative that has wings. I suppose that is possible because I have seen several bloods that have wings, there just is not many of those. The last visible difference about me is my eyes. They are not the blood-red of a bloods eye but they are not any human color either. Instead they are a mixture of the two, giving me rusty orange eyes with a vertical slit of a pupil. Of course there are many other little things that make me not quite human but those are not really noticeable.

I keep all of this about me secret. If anyone found out they would assume that I am more blood than human. Even if I convinced someone I was more human I am pretty sure that the person would be very jumpy around me. So, to make things easier on everyone I hide the truth. I wear colored contacts and oversized sweaters to hide my wings and tail (to hide my tail, I just wrap it around my waist). So far no one knows about my secret and if anyone does notice anything odd about me, they would never guess what it is.

After practice I was sore and sweaty but I did not mind. That meant that I had a good workout. I happily stretched my wings out across the room so that the tips of my feathers brushed up against the beige walls. My wings are so black that they have a blue-ish tinge to them when they are under any kind of light and when I spread them out all the way; I have a wingspan of twelve feet. I kept my wings out as I went to my shower. I closed my eyes and let the cold water run over my body. "Aaaaahh." I sighed. I always love a nice cold shower after a good workout. Thirty minutes later I was all ready for school. Yes I am a half-blood and I live on my own but I still need an education!

I took the city bus and sat quietly in the back. When I got to school, I pushed up my sleeve to show the dozy guard stationed at the front door the blue veins in my wrist. That was the easiest way to tell if someone is really a person or if they are just a blood in disguise. Bloods do not have red blood. Their blood is thick and deep brown, as if it went bad after being infected. Showing your wrist was a quick and easy way to prove your humanity without walking around cutting yourself. The guard to my left nodded and waved me in.

It was still pretty early in the morning so I was the first student there. I usually was. With nothing better to do, I grabbed my sketch book, sat down on an out-of-the-way bench and started to draw. I did not really know what I was drawing so I was a little shocked when I finished and looked down to see it. It was an amazingly detailed drawing that had a lot in it. It was me standing beside another half-blood (a guy about my age). We were holding hands and our wings were spread out. There were two people on either side of us, a short brunette girl and a curvy redhead were standing solemnly to my left and to the half-blood guy's right, there was a really tall muscle-y guy who had short, curly, blonde hair and a small girl with short black hair (she looked so familiar...maybe it is just that she kind of looks me....) I shrugged off the weird familiarity and continued to study my drawing. We were all standing in front of what had to be the largest blood I had ever seen or heard of in my life. We were all exhausted-looking, battered, bruised and bloody.

"Nice drawing." Commented a voice behind my left shoulder. I turned and froze when I saw who it was. I did not know this guy but he looked exactly like the second half-blood in my drawing minus the mottled brown and white wings and tail. Every other detail batched perfectly, down to the light brown hair that was always getting in the way of his muddy brown eyes. He was lightly muscled and looked quite fit. There was something about the way that he moved that told me that he was an experienced fighter. He even had the same scar that ran down the length of his right forearm that my drawing had. I had never before seen this guy, but I managed to draw him perfectly.

I blushed, murmured a quiet thanks and hoped that he would go away. He did not go away; instead he walked around to my other side and sat down on the bench beside me. He looked around quickly then started talking once he was satisfied that we were alone. "I know what you are." He whispered into my ear. I felt my eyes widen in shock. I pretended not to hear what he just said. I may have stronger senses than any other human but I had to have heard that wrong! "What?!" He tapped my wings which were safely hidden beneath my large sweater. "I know what you are." He said again simply. I opened my mouth several times before anything came out. "How?" I had tried my hardest to keep that secret all my life and this guy just walks up and says he know my deadliest secret. He brushed my long, black hair away from my ear then whispered something I never expected to hear in my life. "I know one of my own kind when I see one." That means that he's a half-blood too! Wow! My mind was swirling. I could not think of anything to say in response to that. It was just as well because the bell had rung and it was time to go to class. "We'll talk after school." He promised. "Don't worry about looking for me, I'll find you." Then he was gone.

I could not concentrate on any of my classes after that, not even gym (my favorite class). I kept playing and replaying the whole thing over and over in my head. It did no good though; I was just going to have to wait until he found me after school, then I could get some answers. The bell finally rang and I was like a cork out of a bottle. I was out of my class as fast as possible and made a beeline for my locker. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Sneered a voice to my left. It was Shelly, the school bitch. I was already feeling very anxious and I was not in the mood to deal with her crap. Sadly I did not seem to have much of a choice.

Chase's POV

I waited just outside the school for her. The very idea that another half-blood existed had me excited, meeting her was even better. She was about two inches shorter than me. She had long, straight, black hair that reached her waist and beneath the muddy brown contacts she wore, I knew that her eyes were the same rusty orange that mine were. When she finally came out, I spotted her instantly. She was not wearing anything special (just some skinny jeans and a blue sweater that was at least two sizes too large) but she still managed to look great. I was so busy looking at her that I did not actually see her. She was upset. Almost in tears. It was so obvious that I was an idiot to not have noticed that first thing.

She rushed to the back of the school then disappeared through a small hole in the thick wall of shrubbery. I did not really think about what I was doing, I just followed her. I found the small (tiny) hole that she had gone through and squeezed through after her. I quickly looked around to find her sitting underneath a tree in someone's backyard with her knees pulled up to her chest. She had her face in her knees and her blue-black wings (which were free of the sweater) were wrapped around her, almost like a cloak of feathers. She was shaking. As I got closer I realized that the shaking was caused by her uncontrollable sobbing. Uncertain of what to do, I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders in hopes of comforting her. First she flinched away but once she looked up and saw it was me, she flung herself into my arms and sobbed even harder. "They...Found out!" She said between sobs. "Shhh...Who found out?" I kept my voice gentle and I rubbed her back as she continued to cry. "Everyone at the school!" She wailed into my shoulder. This puzzled me. "How?" The only reason I knew was because I could sense it when I was close to my own kind. It made me wonder how anyone else could have known. She sniffled then looked at me. Her contacts had fallen out at some point during all of that crying and I could see her real eyes. They were a slightly darker shade of rusty orange than mine but still unmistakable as the eyes of a half-blood. Those eyes at the moment were ringed with red from the crying and were filled with fresh tears ready to spill down her face any time. Her full lips quivered, then she buried her face in my shoulder again. A shudder passed through her body then she started to talk.

"I...it was Shelly." I pulled her further into my arms. "What did she do?" I asked wearily. I fixed the name in my head and promised myself that Shelly would get what was coming to her. "She...well you know how she is. I was not in the mood to deal with her so I walked away..." She swallowed another sob. "She got mad. She said 'don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!' Then she grabbed...well she meant to grab my sweater but she got my wing instead and she pulled -hard- to make me stop walking." I winced. I knew how much wings could hurt. "It felt like she was going to pull it right out of its socket!" She sniffled again. "I screamed. Then she realized that he had more than just fabric in her hand. She screamed too. Then she yelled at me again. 'What the fuck was that?!' she demanded. I did not say anything. She demanded once again to know what I had hidden under my sweater. I told her it was nothing. She did not believe me. She knew that there was something in there. We argued back and forth for a while then she..." She took a ragged deep breath then continued. "She lifted my sweater and she saw my wings and tail. She freaked out after that. 'You're one of them!' she screamed it in my face then stumbled backwards. After that she ran through the halls shouting at the top of her lungs about what just happened. They won't let me back into school after that. They won't believe that I'm more human than monster." Her sobs had been reduced to a few hiccoughs and sniffles now. I just continued to hold her. I did not know what else to do.