The smell of thirty different perfumes bombards my nose, the floor boards creaking ever so slightly under my worn black combat boots as I stride through the doorway that happens to lack a door. Two heads turn to look at me, the watchers. The twin teens with unnerving light blue eyes quickly assess the situation, pinning me with two cold, calculating stares. The watcher on the left nods to the one on the right, they know me, and I am not a threat, I may continue inside.

Upon entering the main room, my eyes struggle to take in the rainbow of outfits coating the couches, the girls wearing them coming next, lounging and totally relaxed. I feel absurdly out of place in my all black tactical gear and combat boots, always ready for a fight, and never left unarmed. A prickling begins on the back of my neck, and turning towards the ruthless, cunning source of the gaze my muscles tense up. I thought that Marianna was no longer here, but apparently my informant who told me she had left was sorely mistaken. I already feel bad for them. I stalk up to her as a predator, she is my prey, and she will either leave this barn now or leave this barn dead. I have made that clear.

"Marianna. You have been exiled from this clan, I advise you leave." I warn her, my voice booming throughout the room, heads turning and voices silencing at the mention of the name of the exiled.

"Oh, but I love you girls too much to leave, my matron." Marianna coos, her voice acid with disrespect.

"Marianna you will either leave this barn of your own free will or you will leave this barn dead, I have made this clear. Why are you back?" I demand an answer impatiently.

"I told you, I like it here, but perhaps I'll like it more when the floorboards are stained in the blood of the accused. The accused being you, my dear." She has the gall to speak to me as if a am a low ranking mortal, filth, I stripped her of her immortality slowly just one month back. Perhaps I will strip her of the mere mortal years she has left. 

"You can dream Marianna, but not all dreams come true." My voice dropping the temperature in the room, threat dripping from my words like blood will drip from Marianna's bones.

"But some do, and this one will, Alina. You had best take my word for it." Marianna threatens then pulls out a little violet button from her dark brown trench coat and presses the signal to invade.

I jump into action, I have done this before, and by my calculations, we only have 4 minutes. I call for all of the youngest to go into the corner where I have placed the power stones and render themselves invisible, as well as the injured and the old. They must protect one another. Twenty of the clan left, we gear up for the fight of their lives and I thank them profusely, I love them all dearly. We have all of two minutes to say our final goodbyes, we will all die today, all that fight are prepared to.

The first blood spilled is of the enemy, of Marianna. The next blood spilled is also of the enemy as they run straight into our swords and their throats just so happen to meet the blades of our knives as we await them and they flow through the doors, as all of the other exits have been barricaded. The war has begun. The last thing I do before we are attacked is look back to make sure not a single soul can hear, see, or otherwise sense our most vulnerable. No one can. 

My clan cuts through the enemy soldiers like stalks of wheat in a field, but as their numbers keep coming, we tire and pay the price. All around me a massacre is ensuing, and I can do nothing to stop it or slow down the flow of the enemy. Soldiers gang up on us, at first we are each fighting one soldier, but as we are killed, it becomes 2. Then more of us fall, 3. And more, 4. Now two of my clan are left besides me and the vulnerable, each fighting five attackers, each of the watchers killing four before they are murdered in cold blood. 

I run to the vulnerable, I wish to spend my last breath guarding the future and the past of this clan, I refuse to allow all of them to die. On my way I check the walls, the doors, and the windows. Throughout the fight the soldiers have left all of those things unmarked by their blades, only the blood of my clan that they have spilled, no trace left behind of them specifically.

They claim to be looking for the matron, my mother, and they say that she had done something horrible and must pay for her actions. Even thought we tell them the truth, she is long dead, they did not believe us and so they massacred us as we fought for our lives and screamed as we died. I continue the run to the corner to protect the vulnerable, but not before I hear a blade slicing towards me, and turn around to block it. I do, but not before another impales my shoulder painfully, momentarily blinding me. I pull off of the blade with a sickening noise, and continue to run towards the corner where I am destined to die, and before long, I run straight through a protective shield, I am safe as its owner. 

The soldiers walk up, and into, the shield. They had no clue it was there and the first few bounce off of the shield and onto their swords, which were out and ready to attack a defenseless innocent, me. The next group does the same thing, foolishly thinking that there might just be a different result, there isn't. The third group merely takes their swords and hacks at the wall, but before they can hit the wall a third time, it rockets them across the room, an unknown force has been angered.

The soldiers keep coming and keep failing and injuring themselves or dying. I don't understand why they are doing this, do they not want to live? There are only six soldiers left hacking at the wall, and no more reinforcements are coming. Five. They keep hacking and grunting. Four. They are swinging their swords within an inch of their lives. Three. Two. The last pair are the most brutal against the wall, and they pay for that. One. Zero. The last two were blown off by the wall's new power, electricity. 

The massacre has become a battle, and the clan has just won the battle.