A Hunters Heart

The Huntress

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A lamp....

What was a lamp doing there?

The girl was just waking up from the strangest dream. She had finally gotten her harpoon gun to work. she knew that the only thing that could kill a vampire was decapitation, so she was headed to a field near her motel to practice shooting at some tin cans. While she was out, she happened upon a large vampire's nest. She quickly found her way into the building and on top of the rafters above the second floor feeding ground. Ready to surprise some fangs. Inside, she found two boys who talked as if they were hunters themselves. But before she could come down to introduce herself, they were attacked by 7 fanged fighters. The boys were taking good care of themselves, but as soon as his friend was knocked out, this 6-and-a-half foot giant became oblivious to the fang right in front of him. Worried, she quickly made her way down from the ceiling, got behind the mountain, and pointed her harpoon gun straight past him at the vampire . But, when he stood up, it really looked like she was pointing it at him. He raised his hands in surrender, but she cleared things up with one word, "Duck,". As soon as he was on the ground, she pulled the trigger. The next thing she knew, she had decapitated a vampire, shaken hands with a behemoth, and, before she could introduce herself, let darkness sweep over her.

Yeah. Vivid dream.

Now she was waking up in a room she had never seen before. All she could see was a lamp shining beside her. She was oddly comfortable. Within a few seconds she had worked out that she was in a room, in a bed with a nightstand beside her, and a lamp on top. A glass of water was half-way filled underneath the light. Tension swept over her as she realized that she didn't recognize this room or anything in it. She wasn't familiar with the feel of the mattress. She wasn't used to sleeping on a bed. Normally, she was stuck in the front seat of her van with, if she was lucky, a pillow.

A door creaked open ominously. She braced herself for what might be entering the room. Pretending to still be asleep, her eyes remained open just enough for her to see a large hand pour some liquid from a flask into the water beside her. The liquid was clear, and the flask was beat up. She had no way of knowing what she was being prompted to drink. One thing was clear; She had to take the offensive.

She started by reaching for the glass of water/liquid mixture. Breaking the glass on the edge of the nightstand, she found her weapon. She sat up, ignoring the raging pain in her hip, she had managed to surprise the man that had come in, and immediately started interrogating him, broken glass ready like a knife.

"Where am I?" She asked. The man's hands were raised, obviously surprised. She couldn't help but notice the flask in his left hand. When he didn't respond, she became impatient, "Where. Am. I." she said, slower this time. She inched closer to her captor.

"The bunker!" the man responded. What he said seemed to make perfect sense to him, but the girl was still in the dark.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" She asked

"Okay," the man chuckled, the laughter seemed out of place, what with his life being threatened and all, "whatever you want to know, I'll tell you. Just, put down the glass before you get hurt even more."

The girl thought it over. Without warning, her head started to hurt as she realized this was the man of her dreams. Literally. Before her stood a 6'4" man with puppy dog eyes and the fluffy hair to match. This was the behemoth from the vampire infested warehouse in her dreams. Her chest felt like it was caving in as she realized that she was now threatening the life of the man she saved. The huntress backed up a few paces, lowering the glass, as the man's arms fell to his side.