Hunted

Chapter 6: Daddy's Soldier

-DADDY'S SOLDER-

-CHAPTER 6-

Josie Saltzman was a hunter. Quick on her feet. Smart, fast, like a cat. And that was exactly what she was as she crept through the school.

She had been trained her whole life to not stress, keep her heart rate low - but it was hard. Harder than she thought. Josie could feel her pulse quickening, and her breathing labored.

This whole thing was a mess.

A fucking mess.

Landon, one of the only people that truly got her as a person, was one step away from being murdered by her father.

So yes this was a mess.

Alaric wouldn't hesitate either. Josie knew that. Though no one was allowed to mess with his family (as seen by Hope Mikaelson), he treated them as one would treat a soldier.

There were no hugs or kisses or love. They were hunters. They weren't human, they weren't supernaturals, they weren't weak. It was their job to hunt those that dared hurt another. Something that hurt a human - an innocent.

That's what they taught you at the Saltzman school. Black and white. Good and bad. There was no in-between.

That's what scared Josie - no terrified her. Landon was no longer good in her father's eyes. Not since he tried to save his foster brother's life when Rafael triggered his curse.

Rafael . . . well Josie didn't want to think about Raf. Landon wasn't the only one that was close with him. They were friends too, once upon a time.

Landon would have ruined whatever future he could have had - if not for her father. Landon was his prize pupil. It would look worse for him than it was for Landon because honestly Josie wasn't even sure if Landon cared about the hunt anymore.

The field ruined him. She just prayed it wouldn't ruin her.

Josie, as any hunter, was covered in head to toe with weapons. A couple daggers here and there. A gun in her back pocket, but most things would just look like jewery. Or everyday items one would have on their person. Nothing out of the ordinary.

That was who hunters were. They didn't need praise or anyone knowing who they were or what they did. They worked in the shadows. The humans didn't know what they did for them, but that didn't matter to Josie. What mattered was that they were safe and protected.

Hope Mikaelson needed to die for that to happen. She had killed Josie's aunt, one of the best hunters ever to exist, when she was just a few weeks old! In order for anyone to be safe - Hope Mikaelson needed to be eliminated.

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"Jed, I'm not going with you," said a rather strong feminine voice.

"That's ok we don't need to skip-" Landon said gently (Josie could recognize his voice anywhere).

"No, I mean - is Jed even your real name? Did you send me that fucked up text this morning?"

"What text?"

Josie agreed with Landon, what was this about a text? The hunters never sent Hope a text, which meant there might be another party.

"The sick text I got this morning saying 'You are going to die today.'"

To anyone else, that would have sounded like a threat, but Josie knew the truth: it was a warning. The text was meant to scary her. Scary her into hiding, or running, or at least skipping school.