The Hybrid Witch

Present time, New York

Aldren looked down at the platinum blonde under him, his long fingers wrapped around her slender neck. He reckons she'll bruise easy, but that didn't matter to him. He was far interested in killing the hybrid. The Guardians of Purity should send him a thank you card for his service, he thought.

"Alright sweetie, let's try this again. Where is he?" he asked her, gripping her neck tighter. If he was honest, he didn't want to kill her; he knows that for sure; she was one heck of a witch after all! And to him, she could be of some use.

The platinum blonde glared up at him, jaw clenched. She doesn't know what the vampire meant, 'Who the hell is he talking about?', she thought. Her brows furrowed in confusion, there was no 'he' that lives there.

She pushed forward against him, and his brows rose in interest as his hand slowly moved back. She was physically stronger than he initially assumed.

"Okay, let's try this again, love." she started, mocking his tone. Her brilliant violet eyes narrowed at him, something he found alluring. "Who the fuck are you?!" Violet snapped at him. His eyes narrowed at her dangerously; it would be easy for him to break her neck then and there. And patience was never one of his virtues, and never will. So he then grabbed her neck harder, pulling her closer to his chiselled face.

"Aldren", he said.

Violet's eyes widened, and her body stiffened, 'Oooh no! Fuck. Shit.' the voice inside her head cussed. She may have been for most of her life living alone, but she had been around her fellow beasts. And she had heard the name, one too many times. But the world usually dubbed him as 'The Abomination'.

Her heart hammered against her chest, and she could feel cold sweat drip down between her chest.

"Great. The Abomination" she said in feign bravery.

Aldren pulled and lifted her by her neck then slammed her to the nearest wall with enough force to shake her brain. "Yes. So where is he?" he demanded. Violet gripped his hand with hers, digging her nails on his hand as she craved for air, she knew provoking him was a bad idea. The Abomination was the first hybrid vampire, and for a time he was the only one. But now, he has an army of them, bending to his every will.

'Fantastic.' she sarcastically thought.

Violet knew she was going to die that night, and she accepted it. Accepted it like ice cream on a warm sunny day; with pleasure. The platinum-blonde didn't care, and she reckons at 24 years young she had lived longer than most hybrids ever even imagined possible. And in a heartbeat, she had accepted her fate, but she will go the way she wants.

Die pissing the Abomination off, at least.

Violet chuckled under her breath, her back pressed against the wall as the dark-haired kept her in place. She grinned at him, "Pretty boy, you must be in the wrong room." she said. And Aldren tightened his grip on her harder, lifting her off the floor easily by her neck.

He clenched his jaw, annoyed at her idiocy. She should cower in fear before him. Her life, after all, was literally in his hands.

"Where is the hybrid?!" he shouted at her face. Violet rolled her eyes at him, and he gritted his teeth at her foolishness. It was apparent she had a death wish.

"Okay. Okay." she said, and he loosened his grip just enough for her to speak clearly. And she grinned at him, "Sweetcheeks, you must have gotten your information wrong." the blonde said, again provoking him.

Losing his patience, he grabbed her again, and this time she couldn't breathe. Desperate for air, she wrapped her hand over his and using magic she burnt him. Her eyes widened when the man didn't even flinch. And the fact that he just stood there, not even blinking freaked her out.

Again out of fear, Violet chuckled, and this time fed up with her games, Aldren threw her to the floor. Her body stumbled with a thud.

It hurt like hell, and she knew it was going to leave a mark. The dark-haired man glared down at her, "I'm not playing games with you, witch." He said, blurring before her at vampire speed. Violet sent a chair flying his way with magic, sending the man crashing to the wall.

Aldren crawled out of the wall, "That was creative." He said, glaring at her but slightly impressed. If he didn't need her to talk, he would have snapped her neck then and there.

She watched the man slowly walk towards her, as she attempted to catch her breath, "Well, creative is what I was aiming for." she said, now crouched on the floor. The vampire blurred before her yet again and grabbed her by the neck and slammed her to the ground. His grip was tightening till she couldn't breathe and he whispered to her ear, "Where is the hybrid?" he asked, hoping she would be more cooperative after realizing her position.

Violet opened her mouth, and he loosened his hold enough for her to speak. "You're on top of her." she said, and the second he heard those words, his onyx coloured eyes widened in surprise. Did he hear her correctly? Of course, he did, he has vampire hearings. Subconsciously his hand loosened around her more, and he looked at her, scanning her from head to toe. His eyes narrowed, bemused at her attempt of a joke.

She looked back at him, closing her eyes for a second and shifting to her gold werewolf eyes "Hello" she said.