Is this considered freedom?

Ivy was smart, too smart for her age. She had already awoken her vampire side, she knew what the voice told her. Only needing to know how to survive these two years was how she managed herself. What her demon told her. She stalked toward her mother who had the radio blasting, quietly moving closer, like the hunter does to it's prey. She decided it was kill or be killed, she picked the latter.

Her deep electric blue eyes bleed into a blood thirsty red. With a flick of her wrist, she had her mothers blood squirted on the window shield. Her mother turned her head, gagging on her blood, looking at her blood thirsty daughters eyes in shock. She tried reaching out, just a little farther to grab her daughters throat, but her daughter was quicker.

She grabbed the wooden bamboo brush that was lazily thrown to the right of the car seat, snapping the handle off, and plunging it deep into her mothers heart. Tears were pouring out of her mothers eyes as the last thing she saw was her daughter smiling like an angel, the first smile she ever saw a smile on her daughters face, was also her last, right before the car crashed into a truck that was driving on the other side of the lane.

All Ivy could hear was the overwhelming ringing in her ears. She tried moving, but it came to her that her right leg was twisted in an awkward way. She ignored the bone shattering pain, staying emotionless as a doll.

She punched the glass on the left side door, hard enough so it shattered easily, causing her freedom and bleeding knuckles. She used her demons strength to crawl out of the crushed car, and into the forest on the sideline. She could feel this territory didn't belong to anyone, but there were some faint smells here and there, showing signs of rogues in the area.

She limped her way down the steep hill, but keeping her balance was too hard, and she tumbled down the hill. She tried grabbing onto a rock or a branch here and there as she plummeted further down, but she couldn't hold a grip on anything. She landed hard at the bottom of the hill, smashing the back of her skull on the round boulder lying at the bottom of the cliff.

Her expressionless eyes now hold haziness, at the sudden impact on her head. She was seeing blurry dots covering her vision, until the darkness swallowed her whole.

Fourteen years later. A young lady was standing in front of a grave, dying white flowers in her hand as she laid them down gently on the dirt in front of the tomb. A single tear slid down her left cheek.

"Ivy, hurry up, the soldiers are coming!" The silent girl turned around looking at the man who called her. His name was Alex. He is the only living descendant of her savior. He had light brown hair, that gently blown in the wind, moss green eyes, and had perfect sharp features. He would be a perfect mate, but was more of an older brother to her.

The girl named Ivy returned to her senses. Screaming could be heard, moving closer to her position. Thudding foot steps pound toward her, and the scent of blood mixed with sweat and dirt rode the wind and invaded her nostril.

The girl was not lacking compared to Alex. She had bright, but deep electric blues eyes, and white wavy hair, hanging to her ankles. She followed Alex, glancing back only once, looking at the grave of her forever beloved savior, knowing she won't ever see it again.

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