Its been six years since she left the orphanage. She had not visited once and she had stopped calling Miss Dexter for a while. They had brief conversations over the phone during her first year in the university. But as time went by, they stopped communicating at all. Julie always felt guilty whenever she was scrolling her contacts and saw her phone number. Miss Dexter had bought her her first phone when she was leaving the orphanage, she had also given her some money to care of her little expenses. She was grateful to her. She scolded herself for letting the bond wither. She concluded that she was going to call her during the weekend when she had time. She was always busy during the weekdays and she did not feel good about calling at night because she was afraid she might disturb a sleeping old lady. She was not even sure Miss Dexter still worked there. She was getting worked up and deeper in her thought when her boss interrupted her
'hey Jayda, where is the draft i asked for yesterday?'
'coming right up ma'am'
That was her senior editor. Jayda worked as a junior editor in a publishing house. She graduated with top honours and applied for internship in this publishing company Downtown Seattle. She got accepted and now works full time as a junior editor. This was her sixth month in the company. She was always swarmed with work and rarely had time for herself. On weekends she still worked at home in order to meet up with deadlines. The company happened to be a very reputable one and so they always had tons of clients and customers. She had been working tirelessly since she left the orphanage. She worked part time jobs while she was still in school. She covered shifts when she had the time.She always remained in the dormitories during holidaays because she really did not have anywhere else to go. She was grateful that she at least had a steady job and a place to call her own now. She was lucky to have found an old but cozy bungalow a couple of miles from where she worked and she had fun furnishing it to her taste. As someone in the literary world,she had the chance of reading so many novels and stories. So it was no surprise that her bookshelf comprised mainly of vampire and werewolf novels. She still had nightmares about them.
She was twenty four now and looked as beautiful as ever. There was something about her features and beauty that seemed out of this world. From her full sensual lips to her almond shaped eyes and deep blue pupils, she was like a life sized living fairy. Her jet black hair was always straight and so long it almost reached her waist.
What Jayda did not know was that she exuded an aura that put her back on the wanted list in the mystic world. The mystic world is the world of the vampires,werewolves and other mystical creatures. She had been on the list when she was born, but they lost track of her and she suddenly disappeared without a trace. And the only link to her which were her parents was also lost as they both were killed. She should not have come back to Seattle. Seattle was the bridge linking the human world to the mystic world. And vampires and wolves have an instinct for picking up scents of their own kind.
Jayda always took the bus or cab to get to work on time. She somehow always managed to sleep through her alarm and when she finally wakes up and gets dressed she would have no choice but to take a faster means of transportation. And when she finishes work late as always she still took a cab home. That faithful evening she finished work earlier than usual and she decided to walk home. That was when she blew her cover. She had passed through a dark alley few blocks from where she worked. She had no idea that Rexy the banished scarred and ugly looking vampire was there, lurking in the shadows. He was always in that dark alley hiding from the sunlight and waiting for innocent unsuspecting victims to pass so that he could jump on them and help himself to some fresh blood. There had been rumors about that alley before Jayda came so she had no idea that people no longer passed through there. There had been rumors that there was something in that alley that attacked people but no one knew the full story because Rexy hypnotised his victims and wiped their memories after he had sucked their blood.
As she stepped in to the alley, she noticed that her nose became really sensitive and almost irritated. She had been able to control it all these years but there was something about the scent she was picking up that felt oddly strange and unnatural. She had a sudden feeling that danger was lurking in the darkness. Rexy had attempted to step out to attack whoever was coming. He had waited there in vain for almost a year and finally luck had shined on him. He suddenly stopped, he felt a strong and strange energy in the alley. The scent was odd and yet powerful. He remained hidden and tried to sneak a peak. He could make out the shape and outline of a girl. He noticed that she was not moving too, as if she was also aware of that she was not alone.
Jayda followed the direction of the scent and quickly swung her head to where Rexy was. What she did not know was that, her pupils had suddenly glowed and turned a fiery blue and Rexy had seen it and quickly dodged. That simple act had taken Jayda's energy and she quickly closed her eyes as she felt like they were burning. She staggered a little. She quickly regained her balance and was running back out of the alley in a matter of a split second.
Rexy came out of his hiding place. Who was that he thought. He was scared at first because he thought the vampire clan had sent someone to finally finish him. But why would someone that powerful run away from a washed up vampire like him. He thought that that was strange. He thought about it some more. He suddenly grinned in the darkness showing his yellowish broken teeth. He looked even uglier.
'Adrian, i have a job for you' Lord Xavier interrupted his son who was in the middle of his workout session.Adrian was doing his push-ups when his father barged in to his room. He stopped what he was doing half way and raised his head to look at his father. He saw that he was dead serious and meant business. Adrian was the first son of Lord Xavier. Lord Xavier treated his sons the same way he treated his subjects. He expected his sons to be as ruthless and efficient as he was. Adrian had more responsibilities and expectations to uphold as the first son. He could not fail. He quickly stood up and grabbed a towel to dry his sweaty face and chiselled abdomen.
'the girl has been found' his father continued uninterrupted.
'what girl?', Adrian asked.
'The hybrid' his father replied.
Adrian stopped and looked at his father's white drawn face.
'how are we sure she is the one'
'come with me ' his father said.
Adrian quickly grabbed and threw on a trench coat and as he followed his father to his throne chambers. Rexy was there. Lord Xavier passed by him as he went to sit on his throne. Rexy who had been looking for the perfect opportunity to revoke his banishment and return to his kingdom saw this as a perfect opportunity. 
'tell him what you told me' Xavier ordered calmly.
'i saw the hybrid. i felt her energy and the scent was too powerful, i ain't never seen anything like that'
'how sure are you that she's the one' Adrian asked
'I saw her eyes glow in the dark. It was like a pool of blue fire'
'You will take Adrian with you. we need to find this hybrid as soon as possible. The wolf gang must not hear about this and we need to find her before they do'
'what are going to do when we find her'
'we will do what is right. For the past centuries my father and forefathers tried all they could to keep the bloodline uncontaminated and maintain balance between the vampire clan and wolf gang and i will uphold that legacy.'
Adrian did not need anyone to tell him that his father meant that the hybrid would have to be killed. He was not new to killing and this was not going to be any different.
'you both leave at midnight. You should be back in two days, this is an easy job. She is not yet aware of her powers and so we have to take care of her before she finds out what and who she is'.