Thread: The Beast Within - Reborn and Frogger

Trinity For years, centuries even, vampires and werewolves have fought. Its not a big deal, really if it wasnt for the fact that humans were caught in the crosshairs. Its for that exact reason Hunters exist to protect those who cant. Okay, it sounds a bit cliche, but its true. The training is vigorous, excruciating more like torture than anything else, hell, its supposed to be, however shes gone through it all. Trinity has put in that effort ever since she was little. Killing is what drives her to get up in the morning, to make it through the night, morbid as that sounds besides, she doesnt really have anything else to live for. How much longer that will be, well its hard to say. Trinity pulled her hand away, threads of crimson red trailing over her fingers and palm. The pain was dull, muted, somehow almost like a distant memory, only the reality is cruel. A soft groan left her lips as the young woman tried to get up only to collapse seconds later against a strong oak. Her knife fell away out of reach, dammit. Does it matter, though? Little bits and pieces of brown fell against her jawline. Trinity rested her hand over the injury only to jerk upright when she heard a noise. What was that?! Her senses on high alert, Trinity drew in a deep breath, keeping an eye out while reaching for her knife but the wolf managed to reach it before she could. Is it? Could it be? With her luck, most likely. Trinity yanked her hand back as the wolf came closer thing is, he she, it put the knife next to her What is going on? A strange, fuzzy quality falling over her eyes, Trinity passed out from bloodloss, losing her touch with reality. Everything that happened after that, she had no idea. The next thing she knew she was waking up in her uncles arms, in bed at home. It was so weird. What happened while she was out? Aching all over, Trinity sat up and rested a hand over her stomach just in time to realize that she wasnt bleeding anymore. There wasnt even a sign of injury. What the hell?! Flabbergasted, Trinity looked herself over and over again only to come up with the same conclusion. How is this possible? Injuries dont just disappear on their own! Its just Its just not possible No explanation within reach, she had to forget it ever happened despite its weirdness. Months passed by since that night. Trinity has killed vampires and werewolves alike, night after night. Things went back to normal or whatever qualifies as normal. Her hands will always be stained with blood. One night, Trinity decided to sit back, relax even if it is for just one night. In the local tavern, men laughed, clapping each other on the back and telling old, rusty jokes. Its nothing fancy, but at least they serve good beer Trinity waved a hand, taking a seat towards the back. Maybe itd be fun hooking up with someone tonight, but honestly shed hate to wake up next to any of these guys. Thats just a nightmare waiting to happen, period, the end. Can I get you anything? Hm? Trinity blinked, lifting her gaze and finding herself looking into the most beautiful blue eyes she has ever seen. There was a deep, captivating quality just slightly wild, or maybe more than slightly, and his hair was a wild, wavy black. If she didnt know any better, shed thought he was a pirate, right out of the pages of some fairy tale. Trinity shook her head, brushing aside such ridiculous thoughts. Ah I already have a beer coming she told him, averting her gaze. Thanks, though Most guys tend to steer clear of her Why isnt this guy doing so?