A Hunter's Curse (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

chapter 4

We watch the three limp men on the group until one of them stirs. They are all tied up, so worries in them trying anything again. Although even if they did, we would still kick their asses again. Their masks were off now, and it showed a buff, hairy guy and two other well-built men.

"Who are you and what do you want?" A very pissed off Troy asks.

None of the guys make a sound as they look at us with hatred. Stephan kicks one of the scrawnier ones who lets out a whimper as he speaks up, "My partner here has nicely asked you to inform us on your whereabouts. Now, I will ask nicely and you do not want to make me mad. Who are you and why are you here."

Again, silence. These men where never gonna give anything up, and I guess Troy realized that since he was bringing his hand up about to smack 'buffy.'

"Sweetie, hold on. You're not gonna hit with that hand. It's not going to do anything."

"Yeah, you should listen to your little bitch."

Okay that was it. I turned around and backslapped him so hard, it turned red on impact.

"You call a girl a bitch then you better be ready to get bitch slapped."

"Wouldn't you just love to bitch slap me again?" He licked his lips and flashed me a seductive look.

That so did it. I am going to fucking kill him. I was just about the punch his nose all the way up his head when a pair of strong arms restrained me from doing so. He pulled me back, far, far away and held on to me as we let Stephan do the talking.

"They're obviously not going to spill anything by threats." Troy whispered into my ear.

I nod my head in agreement. We need something tempting. Something they want. What do men want? What are their fatal weaknesses?

"Troy?" I turn around to face him.

"Hmm?"

"What do you want?"

"What? If I recall Christmas is still a few months away."

"Not that idiot. We need a weakness, so what are all men tempted by?"

"I don't know? Why are you asking me?"

"Uhh... Because you are a man, are you not?"

"Of course I am!"

"Okay, then tell me what you want or even what care about."

"I can't think of anything right now other than making sure you are safe and don't do anything stupid."

"Aww, that's so sweet you care about me." I tease him while I bring my hands to my chest.

His eyes follow my hands up and he brings me closer. He leans down and rests his head in the crook of my neck, "Don't flatter yourself, baby doll. I'm just making sure you don't hurt yourself."

"Says the person who almost got the crud beat out them." I lean into him.

"I had it all under control." He mumbles against my neck.

"Sure you did, just like how you could've prevented mega-ass from smashing your hands into bits."

"Told you, I had it all under control."

I pull away as I look up him with an amused smile.

"Whatever floats your boat, babe."

His eyes glance from mine down to my lips, which are playing around with a smirk. He leans down a tad-bit. Before I get the wrong idea, he brings his head to my ear and softly whispers, "What do you think all men want? Just what they are tempted by." Before he pulls away he gently blows a breath of cool, minty air in my ear, which makes my whole body shiver. But I get an idea! I look back up at him with a devious smile, and he returns it with an uncomfortable but understanding look.