"It was the kind of small town with not much to look at- unless you knew where to look."
He's never met someone that can challenge him as much as her. If he's running, she's right there with him. If he's fighting, her calculations will always be an...
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It was the kind of small town with not much to look at- unless you knew where to look.
People prance out of bars and stumble around. The hairs stand up on the back of my neck, goosebumps radiating down my whole body.
This town wasn't ordinary. In the dark corners instead of lamp posts were creatures. They would sink their fangs into a blood stream looking for any drop they can grasp.
The streets clear out as people walk into buildings and go home. Most people don't stay out late around here. Myths and urban legends advise you not to. If only they knew how their nightmares walk beside them every day.
I fix the cuffs on the sleeve of my jacket nonchalantly. Rule one, don't draw attention but let them know I'm here. Let them come to me.
The sound of what seems to be a gush of wind creeps up on me until I feel a presence behind me. All the hairs on my body now stood up.
"I know you realize I'm right here." I can smell the aroma of their cologne and something sweet. I quickly whip my body around until we stare face to face. Rule two, Be ready for anything.
In a flash the vampire has his hand at my throat and lifts me up off the ground. That'll leave a bruise tomorrow. I use my free hand and grab a wooden stake that was securely in my belt loop. I position the stake at his heart in a flash.
I force the stake as hard as I can before I fall. People like to believe vampire hunters just stab the vampire and it's done; quick and easy. It's actually quite hard, you have to maneuver the stake through ribs and skin. You need to use all the force you can. Unfortunately I was in the air so all I did was prick him.
He rips the stake out and throws it at me, pointy side first. I duck out of the way and grab a random silver filled gun from my boot. I pull off the safety and aim it in all the needed places. His heart, stomach, neck and legs. Knocks him down and stuns him.
I roll over to the stake and grasp it firmly in my hand. He lies on the ground, groaning while holding his chest. I walk over, taking my time. "Not so tough now, hm?" I tighten my grip on the stake and pierce it right through his heart.
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I draw a smiley face on the glass from the steam revolving the shower. Even though it's all off me, I swear I can still smell the faint aroma of metallic blood. I quickly dry my hair and get dressed, not caring about my appearance.
I sprawl out onto the couch looking over my notepad. It includes info about all the steps until I lead up to the most important one, Killing him. I grab a pencil and scribble a name off the list.
Aaron Hutchens
Satisfaction seeps into my soul as I place the notepad down. My body jolts when my phone begins to do the jingle it does when someone calls. I swipe the answer button and press the cold metal against my ear. "Hello?" I wait a few moments until my dad speaks. "I'm assuming you got it done, hm?" A grin creeps along my face, "Now, would I disappoint you that badly?" He sighs. "Absolutely,"
I would like to say that my fathers joking but he's very.. stern. One of the biggest things that drives my passion is pleasing my father at least once. He insists on being grumpy though.
I frown as I walk over to the kitchen and begin to prepare some tea. "I'm not hopeless dad." he stays quiet for a moment. "Contact me after each kill and tell me if there are any bumps in the road." Changing the subject I see. "Fine, goodbye." I quickly hang up and wait as the water boils.
My body tenses as I hear a gut curdling scream. I immediately turn off the stove and head to the door. I grab a wooden stake and slip it into my waistband before heading out. I hurry down the few floors of steps, cold air hits me as soon as I open the door to the outside world. The dangerous world.
The screams quiets down until it's a muffled moan. I sneak my body around a corner and hold the wooden stake in my grasp. It's hard to see, but I can make out two figures. One is of a short woman, more likely around my age. The other is a tall man. I can only make out a tattoo other than his black hair and tall build. The tattoo consists of a skeleton over a throne.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I calculate my next move. I use all my power and stab the back of his neck. Before he can react I dash past him and to the girl, I grab her as she faints in my arms. Hands grab the back of my neck and tilt it towards him. I try to look around but can't see him.
"Dumb fucking choice." His voice is low and gruff. The girl stirs on the ground before flicking her eyes open. He tightens his grip on my neck, gesturing to the girl to come over.
Fuck.
The look in her eyes is deranged but masking something else, fear. This process is called transformation. She slowly walks up to me, her steps menacing.
My eyes dart to the ground where I can see my wooden stake, the tip coated with blood. I slip my body down in a flash and pull my elbow back before hitting him in his groin. As I lunge for the stake, he grabs my hair. I push my body back into him instead of fighting him to let me go.
He's clearly shocked because his grip falters. I take this as an opportunity, I grab the stake then pierce it through the girl's heart. Her skin goes gray before she falls. I feel a gust of hot breath on my neck, "Goodbye, for now."
My hair blows in the wind as all presence in the alley is now gone. I scan the area and all I find is the corpse of the lady. I crawl over to her and frown. Her hair is a golden blonde, one others would envy, and her eyes are now covered in a film of white. I gently close her eyes and begin to hide the evidence.
