Only You

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Halloween. The hardest day of the year to be a vampire hunter. Everyone was dressed in costumes, which made it slightly more difficult to detect Vampires. Emma hated working on Halloween. She would much rather be sitting at home handing out candy to the kids in her apartment building than being out in the city, hunting Vampires. One wrong move on Halloween, and an innocent person gets hurt. One moment of hesitation, and an innocent person gets hurt. And because of this, it was even more important that hunters be out and vigilant. It was all hands on deck for The Agency on Halloween night. Emma's assignment that night was to patrol a one block square of streets surrounding the Boston Public Library. Her only job that night was to walk those four blocks, making sure nothing was going on.

She turned the corner of Exeter and Boylston when she was almost run over by a large group of boys, all dressed as Avengers, rushing toward their next destination, large pillowcases already overfilled with candy slung over their backs. She laughed as she quickly dodged the small superheroes, their parents apologizing as they eventually passed her, struggling to keep up with their sugar-fueled children. She quickly righted herself, doing a quick sweep of the street as she walked slowly down the sidewalk.

Suddenly, all the air escaped her lungs as her eyes fell on a beautiful woman with long dark hair walking up the steps into the library. Her head hung low as she climbed the stairs leading into the Boston Public Library, causing her hair to cover her face, and suddenly Emma forgot how to breathe. She nearly walked into the person in front of her, causing her to move her gaze away from the woman for just a second. By the time she looked back up, she was gone, presumably having entered the library. Emma pouted slightly before forcing herself to snap out of it. She had a job to do and staring at beautiful women was not in the job description.

Four hours later, Emma was starting to get dizzy from walking the same four blocks in a constant circle. The sidewalk was slowly becoming less littered with small children, most home and already warm in their bed. Emma shuddered slightly as a gust of cold air blew through her, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She slowed her gait slightly, afraid if she stopped walking she would surely freeze to death, and began to fumble with the zipper of her jacket, her frozen fingers making it hard to maneuver. "AHA!" she cried in victory as she pulled the metal zipper up, locking in the warmth. Her victory was short lived when she collided with someone in the middle of the sidewalk, the air suddenly knocked out of her lungs for the second time that night.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry," Emma said instinctually, looking up from her zipper, her eyes meeting a pair of chocolate brown eyes as her heart skipped a beat.

"No problem." The woman smiled, repositioning the tote bag that had been knocked off her shoulder. "Have a good night," the stranger added before continuing off in the direction she had come. Emma watched as she walked away slowly, the wind blowing her hair slightly. It took Emma a few more moments before she could recover from nearly mowing down the beautiful woman she had seen earlier, forcing herself to continue her rounds.

Thankfully, the rest of the night went smoothly, and Emma survived her first Halloween shift in Boston without having any incidents. It seemed like the Vampires of Boston avoided her route that night. She groaned as she flopped on her couch, knowing she still had to fill out the evening reports. She debated having a beer while she filled out her online forms, but knew if she did she would likely fall asleep with her computer in her lap. Even without the alcohol, she found her eyes starting to close on their own as she typed frantically, trying to finish before she fell asleep. She lost.

Shortly after dozing off on her couch, she started to dream about a beautiful woman with the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen. She woke up a few hours later with a smile on her face and a crick in her neck from sleeping on the couch.