Luna
Our watches are synchronized. It's not the first hunt I've crouched for hours in the dark, awaiting my prey. The thrill never lessens. Each time in fact is better than the last. The smooth simplicity of it.
At 1145 pm, I draw my knife from my belt, and smoothly slit the lid of the box, and leap out.
My girls do the same, much to the surprise of the inhabitants of the house. I nail a few bodyguards to the walls with arrows to the shoulders. Not lethal, but sure as hell slows you down.
"Find them," I cry, and we disperse.
Felix is the first to run. The devil runs when no one is chasing him. He must wonder how we all let him out the doors. He's a fool if he doesn't know what fate awaits him. I find Troy in his room, trying to call the police.
"You think they'll save you?" I laugh, as I knock his phone form his hand with an arrow.
"You won't kill me," he says, backing away, fumbling for a knife at his bedside.
"No, not personally," I say smashing the window. Dara's owls swoop in, immediately descending, talons upon his face. "That's from Erin."
I walk back down the stairs. This house has Stamos' scent and my grandfathers. And if I'm not much mistaken----
"Blood," I say, sniffing the woodwork as my girls return with Mr. and Mrs. Walls, bound and gagged, a few arrow wounds but nothing major. "Now we know why Detective Stamos has been AWOL. I was going to let these two live with their son hideously deformed but. Well. Maybe he should live without them."
"What happened to Felix?" Brianna asks. She just has a knife (she's new here).
"Oh he went out the door. He's Axel's now."
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