Klasma: An enemy for all -encounter with werewolves

Klasma: An enemy for all -encounter with werewolves 

// centuries ago Mary was doing her best to hide from humans, hide from Vampires and hide from witches. She encountered lycans, however, who chased after her. 

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"Do not ever be prey. Do not let them catch you off-guard." 

Mary remembered the fear that was clinging to her bones as she was running across the forest. Her feet were bleeding from brushing against rough stones, sharp tree branches, and anything sharp that cut through her flesh. She remembered the distress she felt as she stumbled across that forest. She remembered the urge to scream and the desire to not be found and make the least noise possible so she would hold back those screams inside her.  She was cursed, forbidden to ever be accepted by humans, witches, werewolves, and vampires. As soon as they would see her eyes, they would know she was cursed. They would know she was the "Cursed One" who helped the Mikaelsons and betrayed her coven. They would know she is an enemy of their people and they would always hunt her down.  Vampires, humans, and witches wouldn't know until they saw her eyes. Werewolves, however, would know straight away that she was a supernatural creature. It was something she couldn't hide from them without a spell, because her scent betrayed her true nature. But a spell was a delicate thing, glamour didn't last longer than a couple hours, and given her limitations with silver and vervain, she couldn't properly craft a special ring that could allow her to prolong the spell. Bummer! 

"Do not ever be prey. Do not let them smell your fear or they would be relentless."

The witch wrapped her arms around her legs, as the painful memories of the werewolves pack hunting her down surfaced again. All it took was a minute. She had not noticed that her spell had stopped working and was hoping that her crossing the street would keep her unnoticed by the pack. It could have worked if one curious werewolf hadn't tried to stop her. She was attractive and he had tried to woo her. Upon her refusal to give in to his charm, the young pup became more violent and held onto her shoulders to shake her up, causing her sunglasses to fall down and her eyes to be revealed. It took him a minute but he realized who he had in front of him. The legendary cursed witch. The one whose death would make him a hero among the supernatural creatures. He would be acknowledged by his people and those beyond his race. The cursed witch killer had a nice ring to it, but it distracted him long enough for her to cast a blinding spell and escape his clutch. They went after her, at first, for her attack on their brother.  They soon were informed of the truth and were all out for blood. Her blood.

"Do not let them overpower you, for you would be nothing but meat for their fangs to tear apart."

Mary ran, fell to the ground, and hurt herself. Her blood was smearing several spots in the forest, making her easy to track down. She couldn't just run. She had to stop and fight. She hated it. taking a life was not something she wanted to do, yet it was something she had to do if she wanted to live. It would have been easier, after all, easier for her to die right then and there after centuries of pain. but she refused to die. She wanted to live. She needed to live. But the pain, the tears, and the exhaustion all came together, clashed together, and ended up triggering something inside the witch. there was nowhere to hide, no place she could feel as if she belonged. There was nothing she could have done but fight her enemies. Mary remembered very little of what happened that day. She vaguely remembered her fear, the anger that was starting to take over at the unfairness of the situation. 

"You can't outrun them! so you will fight them! Fight until you make it rain blood!"

She fought tough and nails. She fought for her life, tearing the pack apart, limb by limb, with nothing left by guts, blood, and limbs on the floor. She was soaked with blood, it had splashed over the trees, over the foliage near her, over the stones.. over her surroundings. It was a real carnage, something she didn't quite remember but could still feel. Her bones were cold. Her eyes were wide open as she was traumatized by her own violence. Could it be that the anger she tried so desperately to hide just decided to come out? Did she use her enemies as literal punching balls? She couldn't tell...she couldn't tell.. except the fact it soothed her heart and she loved it. The next thing she did, upon realizing the carnage she was responsible for, was laugh. She laughed her heart out, laughed so hard that she hurt her insides. She was in so much pain from the claws and bites she got from the werewolves' attacks that Mary didn't notice she was bleeding. They were gone. it was the most important thing.  

"Fight it! Fight it! Fight until you are the only one standing."

It was the life she was cursed to live. A life made of escaping death. A life made of pain and suffering. It was a life she refused to endure anymore. Nobody could accept endless days of pain. Nobody deserved such punishment... especially not when she got punished for helping others. She was a healer. She was a healer and she deserved to be healed as well. She deserved to not be lonely.. she deserved.... she deserved to be something else than an enemy for all. Weren't there at least a few creatures who would see her for who she was? weren't there at least a few souls who could love her the way she was? Or was she forced into a life of solitude like her supreme intended? She didn't know. She didn't know, but she would try to live. That was the best she could do after all. 

Try. 

-TBC-