Hunters: The Beginning

Chapter 3: Aden

.Chapter 3:Aden

"Uhh, Uncle Damon... where the hell are we?" I asked as I looked through the window of the car to see a large, magnificently designed brick building. I know I wasn't the most outdoorsy person alive... but I'm pretty sure a forest has a hell of a lot more trees.

Damon turned to look me in the eyes before speaking, "First of all young lady, watch your language when speaking to me. And second, this," he gestured to the building, "is what some people call a Library. You know what those are don't you?"

Fuck, I hated his sarcasm so much, and honestly we didn't have the time for it right now anyways. For all we knew, we were chatting outside the library while that monstrosity was chowing down on the Wide Receiver. "Yes, I know what the fu.. I know what a library is." I caught myself. "Why are we here? Shouldn't we be out surveying the site? We're wasting precious time Uncle D." I replied, trying to make him see reason.

"I agree." He said, looking back at the road. At least he wasn't a dumbass and could see reason. "That's why you should go ahead into the library and start researching instead of sitting out here complaining." Okay, I take back what I said, maybe he was a dumbass.

"I should do WHAT?" I asked incredulously.

"The fact of the matter Aden, is that this is too dangerous. You know how Weres get after they get new pack members. They're dangerous any time, but rabid now, and that is if this even is a Were attack." He was still avoiding my eyes. Usually when he was being an overbearing dick he would at least look me in the eye.

"EXACTLY! If it's a Were, it IS dangerous! It's a hell if a lot more dangerous if you go alone with no one watching your ass!" My voice stared to get higher until I could feel my throat begin to hurt. But, I didn't stop. Stopping would mean he'd won and I refused to let him win. If he thought he was going to go into that death trap alone, he was sadly mistaken. I wasn't about to let someone I loved die again. Not if I could help it.

As always, his reply was calm and well thought out. He never really raised his voice, not at Ann or I anyways. "I understand where you're coming from Aden, trust me, I do. However, you must understand that I've been hunting since way before you and Annalise were born. I know how to handle myself and I know what I'm doing sending you in there. Now," he paused to look me in the eye again, this time looking more stern, "are you going to sit here and possibly be the reason for another death or go in there and make sure we're preventing them correctly?" Fuck. He always knew how to guilt trip me into doing things I didn't want to do. And I really didn't want to do this.

With a sigh of defeat, I exited the car and forced myself to enter the God forsaken Library. I refused to look back at him as I ascended the minimal stone steps leading into the building in fear that I'd see a triumphant smile splayed across his smug lips. Sure, Uncle D wasn't one to really gloat when he'd won an argument, but I wasn't exactly one to lose gracefully. I didn't turn around until I heard the tires screeching as he sped down the road, just in time to see the smoke from the tires disappearing. Damon Hill, always one for theatrics.

"Here goes nothing." I muttered to myself as I pushed through the large glass doors of the Library and entered.

I completely and utterly despise being short. Sure, doctors tell me 5'5" is the average height for a girl my age but what the literal fuck is average height supposed to do when you're up against the Dewey Decimal System?

I'd been standing in the same spot for the past ten minutes trying to reach a certain book on Weres, my fingers barely brushing the bottom of the spine and muttering swears under my breath until I'd just given up. I was currently standing with my arms folded against my chest, glaring daggers at the book.