Blood Hunter - Night Infinite

Prologue

I watched from afar, the floor was soft as a shag rug, even though it had branches and pebbles, the young man shivered when a gust of cold wind passed us, I just remained still and quiet, I didn't want him to get scared and end up running away or even accidentally shooting me.

It would be na unpleasant surprise, if my extremely bullet-resistant body wasn't wounded and bleeding, and the young man would assess me closely, then conclude he didn't hurt me and call for help, like explaining that I can't be hurt.

I don't like it at all, better get out of here before it actually happens.
But I won't, I'm fascinated by the young man, his red hair falling in locks over his face, I imagine it must be so silky, but I can't touch it, I grip my wrist, his face still has the look of a teenager, but it must be adult by the way he walks, with determination and grace, I want him as much as I want my human life back.

He turns and walks, towards his friends, six, from a distance I can see they are all men between twenty-one and thirty years old, he doesn't see me, thanks to my camouflage, and keeps walking out of the clearing, I take a step to follow him, too drawn to his beauty to pay attention to where I'm stepping, the next moment I know it's my worst mistake, because a branch snaps and the sound draws his attention to me. Barefoot and wearing a blue silk dress. He turns around slowly, I think he thinks I'm prey, I'm not too surprised that all the others have fled, he's not a hunter, and he doesn't make na effort to be silent.

He watches me, the look lingers on my face, I don't think I was expecting it, and then he moves slowly down my dress and then my bare feet.

He widens his eyes.