Vampire's Hunter

Chapter 2

Chase's POV

"They're on the move, attack when they're in small groups. Be on the lookout for anything suspicious—remember that these are blood sucking creatures we're dealing with here,so inorder for you all to survive,watch your own back and protect yourself from what we're about to face!"I command my team.

"DISMISSED!"

I turned immediately to the all too familiar voice, my commanding officer— Sargent Garlist,also known as Sargent garlic by the other soldiers. The first time I met him was a week after my parents were killed by those disgusting vampires—he has been the closest thing to family that I have and I'd be damn if anything happened to him so I joined the hunters.

"Sargent Garlist, how may I help you sir?"I questioned. I know that I'm being too professional, but I've always spoken to him this way.

"Son don't be so formal and yes, I want you to lead this mission because I have to attend a meeting with the other administrators to discuss the new recruits'."

"As you command, I'll get the weaponry and trupe ready. Sir!"I salute and walked away.

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After hours of putting together our best soldiers and selecting the perfect weapons for the mission, I was finally able to get a shower and now lying in bed staring at the ceiling. I was dreading sleep while my body was begging me to give in to the darkness that it so eagerly await.

Sleeping wasn't my problem though but what actually happens when I close my eyes. Having to watch my family being slaughtered infront of my eyes replay over and over and over again was pour torture for me and I don't wanna experience that ever again.

So deciding that I wasn't going to have any sleep, I got up and went to my bookshelf to start reading a new chapter of moonspun magic . It's so far one of my favorite books,an old time classic. I began reading and within an hour I was finish reading.

That's when I felt the day weighing down on me, but I know exactly how to keep myself awake and that's through training.

I got up and got dressed into a black t-shirt, black jaggers along with a pair of black snickers and headed downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. As soon as I had everything I need, I was on my way to the outside training grounds.

Upon arrival, I plugged in my headphones to my iPad, that I also swiped up from my bed and blasted my favorite playlist. Most of the personal shit going on in my life was weighing down on my shoulders and I use training and music,more specifically, Billie Eilish,to drown out my demons.

I know most people wouldn't approve of my choice of music but I don't give a fuck what people think.

I started with 20 laps around the field then moved on to pushups, weight lifting, skipping, target practice and finally I went to the shooting range.

By the time I was finished, my clothes were clinging to me like a second skin because of how wet they were with sweat. My breathing was ragged,my body was numb and my knuckles were busted up. The only sound that could be heard in this deadly silent morning was my ragged breathing. But I guess it's true when they say nothing last forever. Because the silence was broken by the soldiers who have training at 5:30 a.m. and that's when when reality stroke me.

It's five fucking thirty!!!!

I've been out here all night and if my memory serves me right I've been out here from 11pm. How the hell didn't I realize 6 hours went by??

When I heard chatter coming from the entrance of the house, signalling that training was about to start, I got up from my sitting position and grabbed my stuff to head inside.

Not bothering to reply to anyone who said 'good morning' or 'morning', I went to my room.

Something isn't right, I'm supposed to be emotionless but there's this unsettled feeling in my gut saying I shouldn't do any of this and that I shouldn't go. But to base anything off of a gut feeling or a hunch in making a drastic decision as to not go om this mission would be unprofessional and by absolutely stupid. Besides, this is my work,my life and my escape.

I have to go and I should go.

If only I knew the reason behind this feeling, I could put a stop to it but I don't and that's gonna be distracting...or

Is it?

A/n

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