Chapter three:

The prophecy child

October 31st 2000.

Midnight,

London.

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On a cold bitter night, it was late; no one would dare leave their doorsteps at the witching hour.

No one would dare anyone to do such a foolish act. Except one group, they split up into ten groups, twelve in each group, in all that would make a hundred-and-fourteen beings.

These beings were not just any other ordinary people, they were hunters that roamed the streets of London bringing down ghosts, ghouls, phantoms, werewolves and especially Vampires that roamed random, killing any thing that moved just so it could live.

But that night was no ordinary night that night a child would be born, not just any child mind you. But, the prophecy child that would be born actually once in every one-hundred years. Sadly though, neither the child nor parents would live, seeing though that every one hundred years the Hunters would hunt them down and slaughter them before the mother would go into labor. Charming I know but that is what happens every one hundred years.

The hunters searched rapidly to find the child and its parents before the mother goes into contraction, and time was really not on their side.

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At the same time

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A woman's screams could be heard along with a baby's.

In an abandoned building on the other side of London a young woman with emerald green eyes with matching green hair cradled a newborn close to her breast that suckled softly onto her. The woman seemed sad; her eyes dull and hardly showing any emotion as a shadow figure strode from the far wall to sit by the woman. Who handed the child to it after finishing feeding and winding it.

The shadow held the child for awhile before two piercing red ruby eyes opened to look at the child. The shadow formed into a human like form. His eyes matched his hair as did his entire. He wore nothing but red and black. Black riding boots, black cotton tight pants that tucked under the boots, he wore a black dressing shirt under a red waist coat. He was quite opposite the woman who only wore a white robe that was stained with blood from child birth.

He smiled at the young woman who polite smiled back, he turned his gaze to the child he helped brought into the cruel world; he didn't even know what sex his child was, as he slowly drifted his gaze downwards. The woman’s smile grew bigger as she saw the man gape at his child. Obviously stunned about what gender his child was.

"I fathered a daughter..." he whispered, but he smiled happily.” Yes," said the woman, her eyes brightened as she saw her daughter took hold of an offered finger of her 'husband'.

"What shall we name her Christof?" the man named Christof looked over to his daughter, he ran a figure brushing the soft brown whisks of hair, her matching eyes looked up at her father, "She already knows who her father is!" she chirped happily.

Christof nodded to his lover, bloody tears formed in his eyes as they interlocked with crystal teary eyes of Helena, just as the clock began to stroked Midnight.

"Here we go love, as soon as that clock rings midnight our child will transform and will signal unwelcome guests." Christof gulped before nodding again as they counted in silence.

...Ding, one, ding, two,

Christof walked over to his wife and slowly slipped his hand under hers, giving comfort to his lover.

Ding, three, ding, four,

Helena closed her eyes before biting her bottom lip out of anxiety of what might happen. Both stayed in silence as tears ran down their faces. As soon as the child transformed it would send out a signal to any that saw it and recognized that 'The prophecy child' had been born. If any who opposed the child would see it and act immediately.

Ding, five, ding, six, ding, seven, ding, eight, ding, nine, ding, ten, ding, eleven, ding, twelve...

The new born infant began to wail and scream as tears shredded down its face as its body began to warm up and glow in a sliver ora. As quickly as that era came it left leaving both parents; Helena and Christof in wonder before a bright shining light sprung from the tiny baby's being, shattering all the cracked windows and sending lights to high heavens.

After a few moments the light show died down so both Helena and Christof could look down and see that their child had transformed, "Christof...My God," He nodded as he observed his child.

Her hair had gone from a darkish burnt umber brown to a silvery white, as well as her hazel eyes turned into a deep scarlet red. Both Helena and Christof looked at each other, their daughter, the one and only prophecy child. The room temperature dropped even more as the little candles that dimly lit the room faded out with a puff of smoke.

"What shall be her name?" A silky voice asked from the shadows, a famine figure strode out, her long black hair that hung lose in a French plait to the bottom of her six inch black leather boots. She was very tall, around six foot two with her heels on.

She wore very revealing black leather hot pants. A extremely tight bodice that made her petite figure smaller as well as made her rather big breast stand out from her black assemble. Her pale complexion made her scarlet red eyes and lips stand out even more compared to her black 'clothes'.

Christof bowed gracefully to the woman, "Your highness Kukulana, this is my--" "Wife? I know...” she said before steeping forward to the bed that Helena laid on, unable to move Helena bowed her head. Kukulana smiled as she took hold of the child before rocking her back and forth.

The princess looked to the corner of her eye before repeating again. "Her name?" Christof regained his composure and replied as he bowed, "Her name is," he looked over to Helena, who smiled and nodded. "Her name is Silver Annalette Mane."

He said as he eyed up his daughters silvery white hair. A small smile crossed the princess' lips. "Silver Mane? You really should think through names other than just pick them because of what your child's appearance looks like." A small crimson color spread across the vampires feature, earning him a swift elbow from his wife and a glare to top it off.

Kukulana chuckled softly as the child raised its hands up and gripped a piece of black hair that had moved at its own will to stroke the Childs cheek, making her giggle.

"Silver Annalette Mane, what a beautiful child you shall become. A mistress. A Princess of both darkness and light. What a shame…What A pity that many would hunt you down."

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A/N Yay! Please R&R I so hoped you enjoyed! I have to admit this; I didn't know it would take this long next Chapter: The dethroned Princess of Kukulana.

Keep smilling! Silver,

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