Love Torment (Old Version)

Six

Siege

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Prey.

Predators went hunting to find their prey. They set out traps. They lured them under false pretense. I couldn’t once remember seeing, without intent to find my prey, wander into my territory willingly. I found myself at a luck I couldn’t imagine as I watched my prey walk in the café with her arms interlinked with the Hunter girl who was doing seldom at hiding her intentions.

Unlike her Hunter friend, she seemed unaware of the dangers that surrounded her. She didn’t seem innocent, she seemed naïve. Something that defined prey. Their tendency the trust and believe things as they were presented.

I wondered why my heart fluxed at the sight of her. Its beat thumped a little faster and I could feel my eyes changing colour. When did I ever find a human attractive? Perhaps attraction was too strong of a word. She was cute but my mind should’ve been farthest away from where it was when she stared right at me. Being close to her made me feel dizzy at her scent. Her presence was intoxicating in an exciting way.

Petrova.

Marcellus.

Was it really her?

The night started simply. I accompanied my pack to what I had suspected to be a scheme by the hunters. My pack, it was a complicated term. The wolf council put me in charge of the were-folk of my grade. It was a small responsibility as a reward for the leadership attributes I displayed.

By that they meant I was obedient and challenged nothing. I lived to exist. I wasn't trying to find a purpose.

Most of us played Hockey. It was purely situational.

I had to keep an eye of them. It was a little too obvious. The trouble. With the simple fact that most of the invitations to the café were sent out to the supernatural. The people handing out the invites were not. I suspected it was a hunter inference event.

Hunters would invite people whom they speculated were supernatural and spend the night confirming their suspicions.

They LOVED to know who to hate. They couldn't sense the supernatural. The had human auras to us. It was fair game.

Hunters had a code. They wouldn't hurt supernaturals that didn't pose an immediate threat. The theory would've been great if they played fair. They hurt supernaturals regardless of whether they were dangerous or not. The reasons being a mixture of fear and hate for supernaturals. They were self-righteous and walked the earth as if they were doing the world a favour. In truth, they had no right to play judge, jury, and executioner on the right of supernatural existence.

My pack, not to my surprise, assumed I was being paranoid and decided to attend. I couldn't let them attend without me. They were my responsibility.

I didn't expect to come across prey.

The situation was so clear to me that I couldn't help but shadow a knowing smile on my face. Veéta walked unknowing of her friend's intentions. I doubted she knew much about the blood that ran through her veins. She seemed hopeless. She seemed like the perfect target. I was glad she was going to make things easy for me. My mission was going to be a breeze.

My body was shaking slightly as I tried to compress my emotions. It was mixture of anger and repulsion. Perhaps I was mad at myself. Even though the situation was clear, she managed to make me forget who we were for a moment. Her naivete made my heart beat like a drum. The way she dances allured me. The way she smiled put warmth in my chest. I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to kiss her.