Fangs And Hunters |COMPLETED| [UNDER EDITING]

CHAPTER 3

I woke up lying on the ground, surrounded by people who I thought were not human like me. I jumped up when I saw that I was about to be attacked by a vampire with fangs out.

“What's going on there?!” I heard a loud voice, so I turned in the direction where that voice came from.

I lost my focus on the one who would attack me, and when I turned around, he suddenly choked me up, pinned me into the wall, and smelled my neck.

Pigil hininga at pag lunok ng laway ang aking ginawa ng amuyin niya ang leeg ko

“That's enough Zeke” A white-haired woman came up in the middle of the crowd— sabay kaming napalingon sa babaeng papalapit sa'min

“Put him down,” she ordered the vampire who was choking me.

He groans before he throws me down on the ground.

I groaned loudly as I hit the iron gate.

“What brings you here, mortal?” a white-haired woman asked me as she walked towards me.

I didn't answer her. I kept my gaze on them, who were about to attack me. The claws and their fangs are out, and any minute they can kill me in just a snap and devour my flesh and drink my blood.

I don't feel any fear or nervousness at all, I feel like I belong here, inside this bloody wall.

Nakatingin sila sa akin na tila ba ay uhaw na uhaw, panay pag lunok sa kanilang laway— A white-haired woman stops the vampire who wants to attack me.

“I said enough!” she angrily yelled.

“Control your thirst for blood, Ken,” she said, and bent over to level her face with mine.

“Alam mo bang delikado ka rito, tao?” mahinahong saad niya sa akin habang pinipigilan niya ang sarili niya na kagatin ako.

“Hindi” sagot ko sa kanya at kinagat ko ang palapulsuhan ko

She was looking at me, shocked, as blood flowed from my wrist. She took a deep breath in the strong wind—it was as if they could smell my blood more.

They looked at me as if they were thirsty, and their eyes turned crimson red.

Suddenly, two vampires ran toward me. I could hardly see their movements, as if they were moving in the wind. They were right in front of me, their eyes were red, and they were swallowing their saliva.

The white-haired woman held them, but they didn't listen to her. The woman called the two vampires who had choked me earlier to hold them, but it was already too late.

The vampire bit me in my pulse, and in just a snap the vampire turns into ashes.

They gasped when one of their comrades turned to ashes when he bit me, and they all stepped back away from me, and the vampire who wanted to bite me awhile ago was looking dumbfounded at the ashes of his friend.

“Don't move,” the woman with white hair ordered me. I saw the wound on my hand slowly closing. I knew then that I was different inside that wall because every time I was injured, it would heal on its own, so I better not let them know, not even Kiera.

My brain has too many questions about what is happening to me. Sometimes my hearing is sharper and my vision is clearer, even at night.

I also run as fast as lightning, and I can lift heavy things without struggling, which I only discovered when I reached the age of twenty-one.

“Follow me,” she said and walked, and the others gave way to us, and some were afraid of me, while others wanted to attack me every time I passed in front of them.

Others were whispering about me. I walked in the middle of the crowd with my head high.

I followed her until we came to a big wooden door. She knocked on it before opening it, and the door made a loud noise as she pushed it effortlessly open.

The large and spacious room welcomes me, with glittering things like diamonds from the furniture to the floor.

In the distance, there was a large table, and someone was sitting with his back to us.

“So we have a guest, Elizabeth— why didn't you tell me?” He said this to the white-haired woman and laughed.

“Don't bother, old man, your bones are weak,” the woman joked to him. So the man sitting at the big table faced us and laughed.

Before I could blink my eyes, he was in front of us, smiling.

“Balita ko, lason ang dugo ng batang 'to?” He asked the white-haired woman while he was staring at me.

“I'm not sure yet, but just recently one of my students turned to ashes when he drank this boy's blood,” she answered the man.

The man patted my shoulder with a smile. “What are your parents' names?” he asked me.

“I don't know— I was just adopted by a couple, from hunters,” I answered and met his gaze.

“Hunters, that sounds exciting, our mortal enemy,” he answered while smiling and gave a look to the white-haired woman sitting next to me.

“Take him to Helena to see what kind of blood he has,” the man ordered the woman, whom he called Elizabeth—she nodded and then walked away. I followed her down the long hallway.

I followed her quietly while marveling at the designs in the hallway—the huge hanging portrait that seem to follow you wherever you go.

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