Behold, my Beloved

Kallee made it. Huffing from the effort of negotiating the sifting sand and climbing the various dunes that had been built up by the wind. Kallee finally made it to what was actually an amusement park on the beach. The Boardwalk.



Still holding her ribs, Kallee struggled over the last dune and stood on the top. She started brushing her clothes off. Scraping her black hair from her face and eyes, she gave a final swipe and gave up. Kallee knew she looked like shit, but in truth she could of cared less. Tired, hungry and in pain, Kallee wasn't to worried about her looks.



Course, her looks was what attracted Fenlin to her in the first place.



Kallee as a whole was average. Or so Kallee thought of herself. She never was much on trying to keep up the latest trends in clothes or makeup. In fact, Kallee detested makeup. It's not that she had never tried it on. It was just the facty the shit looked awful on her. Makeup didn't last long on her face. Seemed to alway smear or cake up.



Kallee, when she did put makeup on, she just did her eyes and lips, which in her mind were her best features to begin with.



Kallee was small in stature. Only reaching five feet three in height. Her build was some what chunky. Kallee could never fit in a size eight if her life depended on it.



Her weight, which had always been a problem, fluctuated between a size twelve to fourteen. Though the time spent with Fenlin and his pack seemed to have managed to even make her size twelves to loose. That was eight months of pure hell. To kallee, it had felt like a lifetime.



Kallee had a rich copper color to her skin. Long, almost waist length black hair with beautiful springy ringlets and banana curls that were completely natural. Kallee's few girlfriends always whined how unfair it was that they had to pay good money to expensive salons to get the same effect in their hair that nature had given Kallee for free.



Kallee hated her hair as long as she could remember. Liking it to nothing more than a rats nest. Frizzy and unmanageable.



Fenlin seemed fascinated by her hair. Always rubbing it and ruffling it like he would a dogs head.



Kallee's face was not a petite triangle . More of a round feature. Kallee always felt that her nose was a little to big. No one could never call her face pixie like.



Kallee was proud of her eyes though. A stunning brown shade that was almost a bronze gold. When the sun or a bright light hit them in a certain way, they almost glowed.



Kallee remembered what Fenlin had said about her eyes. He said it was her eyes that had captured him first. almost claiming his soul.



Kallee snorted when she thought of what Fenlin said. Soul. If Fenlin possessed a soul, she fucking had wings sprouting out her back. The last time she looked, she was hitching rides and walking from L.A. Not flying.



Sighing, Kallee started paying attention to where she was heading. While during her musings, she had automatically started up on to the boardwalk. Getting lost in the crowds.



Looking around she could see food vendors to her right. The smell of greasy burgers and hot dogs competed with the overpowering sweet smell of cotton candy makers and candied apples.



Kallee's stomach growled loudly. oh god, she was so hungry. It had been at least three days since she had a decent meal. Mouth watering, Kallee reluctantly started walking away. She had no money and there was no way she was going to attract attention to herself by trying to steal food for herself.



Patting her stomach consolingly, Kallee moved up the boardwalk. She tried to keep to the edge of the crowd, so she wouldn't get jostled by rushing teens off in a hurry to their next ride or game for the night.



Deciding her body was just to tired to go another step, Kallee decided to find a place to sit and rest. She needed to gather her thoughts and plan her next move. Kallee had not thought much beyond getting as fast and far as away from Fenlin as she could. Not considering what she would do when she finally stopped running.



Finding a bench couple of feet away from her on her right; Kallee dodged a couple with stuffed animals clutched in their arms and headed over to the the bench. Sitting gratefully, Kallee took stock of her surroundings.



Scanning the crowd nervously, She tried to see if she recognized anybody. Not friends or family, but Fenlin or worse. Fenlins' Treklins, Enforcers.



Kallee didn't know if Fenlin would seek her himself or just send his goon squad after her. She did know that Fenlin would track her down. Fenlin would find her. Not because of some misplaced sense of love or devotion. Not because he cared or would be worried if she was alright. Fenlin would come after her because she was property. His property. His to use or abuse or discard at his discretion.



Kallee's leaving. Her escape, would be literally a slap in the face. A blow to his pride and ego. A status breaker. It would make Fenlin appear weak. Not fit to lead the L. A. pack.



For that fact alone, Fenlin would come for her. Either himself or send others. Fenlin would track her, find her. If and when that day came; Kallee hoped that he would be so bent on revenge and anger that he would just kill her. Drain her quickly.



Nothing could ever compare to what is was like when Fenlin held her in his pack. Kallee would willingly go straight to hell then go back to Fenlin.



Shaking her head, Kallee focused her attention back to the crowd. Her head hurt. With all her thoughts racing rampant, it was hard to concentrate and think of a plan of action. Without thinking, Kallee sat back on the bench. Only to jerk away with a hiss of pain. The wounds on her back hurt and pulled like a son of a bitch! Just her luck, they were probably infected.



Scooting forward, She suddenly jerked around as a loud bell rang. It actually sounded like a school bell for classes. Looking behind her as weird, loud music started up, Kallee saw an old fashioned carousel. Complete with painted horses and benches. Some of the horses actually stared moving up and down. Kids yelled with delight. Clinging to the brass poles in front of them as the ride started to pick up speed. There were even some adults on the ride. Some for the children, others just as couples.



Kallee relaxed and smiled at the carefree scene. Her smile froze all of a sudden. Staring hard, Kallee had spotted a group of boys walking the carousel. Not bothering to pick a place to sit. they seemed more intent on pushing each other in to the wooden horses and an harassing the couples on the ride.



To anybody else, they just seemed like a group of boys causing mischief. Trying to pick fights and just generally being annoying. The blond boy, obviously the leader. Had a smirk on his face that just screamed arrogance and cockiness.



To Kallee though, she saw them for what they truly were. Having spent eight months with others similar to the boys, she could see the paleness of their skin for what it truly was. She could spot the feline grace in which the boys moved. Could see that the eyes were not in fact just aimlessly roaming faces, but were picking out potential prey.



Kallee's breath seemed caught in her lungs. Feeling as though her chest was locked, her eyes wide, Kallee sat frozen on the seat of the bench. Her knuckles of both hands turning white with the force of her grip on the bench underneath her. kallee's body started to shake. Finally forced to breath, the air air in her lungs exploded forth along with one word.

" Vampires ".