Blood stained my hands as I climbed up the rough gray wall, its coolish temperature soothing the pain that was occurring in my hands. The air smelled like sea salt from the waves crashing against the shore. Rocks and seashells uncovered from beneath. I kept climbing up until I felt the edge of the cliff and pulled myself up to sit on the edge. I stared at my crimson stained hands completely unsurprised. This wasn’t the first time I got hurt while cliff climbing. And it definitely won’t be the last. The wind blew strands of my hair opposite of my direction and flinched when tiny flecks of rocks shot into my blue eyes. I brought my legs up to my chest, hugging it tightly. I looked below me seeing a small boy sitting in the sand crying. I jumped off of the cliff landing gently on the balls of my feet. I took a closer look at the boy. He had a tanish skin tone with liquid moon eyes. His hair was pepper and salt toned and his frame was small. I stepped a bit closer towards the boy unsure whether to speak or walk away. But then again I wasn’t the type of person to talk to random strangers but he was just a kid. What harm could he do? I wondered. Boy was I wrong. I stepped a little closer. A fraction of a second later the boy stood right in front of me holding a blade aimed at my throat. I chuckled darkly. “Oh so you want to play that game.” I smirked. I gently pinched the sharp edge of the blade with my now stained hand and twisted it so it was pointing at the boy's throat. The boy stumbled backward with fear. I crouched so I was in level with the boy. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” I promised softly, taking the blade from his hand and throwing it at a tree, hitting perfectly in the center of a leaf falling, pinning it against the trunk.. “What's your name, little one?” I asked him. The boy's hunter shaped eyes locked with my eyes. His eyes still looked damp but he looked fine. “Orpheus” He replied, his sharp voice digging under my skin. I stood up stretching my legs. “Kritika” I said with a small smile and lended one hand. We shook hands, my hands gripping his tiny hands a little too hard. He winced in pain and I let go of his hand, amusement painted all over my face. Orpheus glared at me with those silver eyes and punched me in the gut but I just smiled almost forced. Something in my stomach churned. Almost asking me to… reveal who I really am. My eyes flickered between blue and crimson and Orpheus backed up a few steps. “Kritika? What's going on?!” Fear was clearly shown in Orpheus’s voice. I shook my head and my eyes turned back to their original color. Blue. I stumbled backward landing knees. “I’m sorry, Orpheus” I say, closing my eyes. My heart thudded heavily. I opened my eyes to see Orpheus holding a blade and a lighter. “Orpheus?” I called my heart racing seeing the glint of steel. “You're a vampire. Aren’t you?” He said his voice filled with disgust. His voice started to rise. People that looked quite similar to Orpheus–silver eyes and pepper and salt hair–started to advance from behind him. I stood up. “Polar hybrids.” I said. “Should’ve known” I muttered to myself. A tall man yelled from the back of the crowd “Seize the leech!”. The last thing I saw was a bunch of bodies looming over me and blood stained on the sand then… it became blank.
