I wanted to explain why some of my main characters are the way they are before I introduced them in present tense. This is chapter 1...this was the only way I could figure out as far as writing about the curse that affects one particular group.
Any comments will be much appretiated.
Three Thousand Years Later
Chapter 1
She had thought that her motherly desire would overcome the curse of her race. The foolish notion left her in a situation that she feared more than death. "Run!" She yelled to her son. She watched as he continued to stand in front of her wide eyed with fear. She knew as did he that it was useless to run.
Unpremeditated she clutched the small gray pebbles she had just collected, as if grasping on to her remaining free will. A spasm in her hand forced her to drop the gray stones. A tear traveled down her cheek as she looked at the hill that marked the sanctuary of her town. Too soon, this is happening too soon, she thought to herself.
With the last bit of intelligence she picked up her son and threw him as far as she could. The release of his solid mass from her hands gave way to her submission to the hunger that corrupted her veins. All memories of the past dispersed as the feral form that lay dormant until now took over. The last bit of white erupted into darkness as her eyes became full voids of black. A new feral sight took over which dimmed the world around her only shedding light on living essence.
The dark world around her was confusing so she tilted her head back and yelled out in frustration. When her yell peaked a sound grabbed her attention cutting her scream short and causing her to turn to face the noise.
A crude smile crossed her lips when a form illuminated by light came into view. A content feeling came over her as she took steps towards her prey. Anticipation of feeding on the life form caused her to moan.
Within two steps from her victim, the hairs on her arms rose up and a feeling came over her to flee. Before she could comprehend, four life forms lit up her vision and she felt a rope being tied around her. Immediately she reached out and tried to dine on one of her attackers but something blocked the intrusion. Instinctually she turned to her original prey and reached out towards it. A hand knocked her arm down and then she felt herself be pushed on to the ground. A foot was placed on her back and another on her head pinning her down. Her head was set so that she was forced to stare at the small life form she originally wanted to dine on.
A dim figure approached her and squatted near her head, she watched as the figure placed their hands slightly above her exposed cheek. Panic took over when he started to drain her. She squirmed trying to release herself from the bondage. Frantic she looked back at her last refuge and with all her remaining strength tried to drain what she needed from afar.
Surprised, she was able to latch on to the essence and in turn immediately started to drain it. When her victim screamed out in pain she felt a foot ram into her back and she lost her connection. The thing draining her progressed rapidly making her too weak to try again. All she could do was stare at her victim as she approached death.
Slowly her eyes lost their darkness and returned to their normal form. She could feel the feral instinct that had taken over her subside. Suddenly the form in front of her had meaning again. On the verge of falling into the darkness that called her, she mouthed the words; I'm sorry, to her son. She knew that her son would one day succumb to the hunger and she tensed as her eyes became heavy and started to close. With the last bit of strength she tried to say something but couldn't find her voice. She fought to keep her eyes open, to keep sight of her son but was too weak and finally her eyes closed.
