"Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, DAH DAH DUH, DAH DAH DUH, DUN-UH," Mission Impossible echoed loudly in the back of my head as I indiscreetly and righteously whispered the tune under my breath. Tip-toeing around trees and crouching to where my jeans were on the muddy wet ground, I practically crawled, eyeing the treetops and the woods around me. The air was possibly quieter then usual, as if hinging upon the next climatic rise in the song. At every corner of a tree, I swear I could see something flash in one second and be gone the next. Immediately, my PPQ was on aim, locked on what I hoped would be my target, but unfortunately was just another tree.
Heel to toe, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise and it wasn't just because it was freakin' cold -- like it was miserably cold for the fall my ass shouldn't be practically numb and my feet near frozen. But did I care? Well yes, and I wanted nothing more then to bundle up in a little snug ball and be next to Charlie's half-ass fireplace drinking hot coco and watching Friends with Charlie, but life wasn't always fair.
But that was besides the point for me being here;
There were too many non-eating tofu vampires to kill and the world was in a short list supply of vampire hunters to deal with the problem.
"You know I can hear you right?!" Emmett's boisterous voice rang out, amusement apparent in his tone, bouncing in every which direction, it made it difficult to pinpoint. "I feel like you singing kind of defeats the whole point of stealth mode," he added. I could just hear him smirking.
I huffed, "Dammit! Would you stop cheating! It's not fair that you have super sonic vampire hearing!"
"Since when did vampires ever play fair?" He hollered out with a taunting chuckle, "You know, when you actually have to face someone like say Victoria, I think the fact we can hear very well is going to be the least of your concerns."
"Yeah well the least you can try to do is pretend to not listen!" I hollered back irritated.
I bit my tongue, refusing to say anything else to give away my position, crouching lower as if that helped me. I had hoped I was camouflaged being so close to the trees, but let's be real, I figured with my nondiscreet choice of outfit and Emmett's super vision, super ears, and super nostrils, I was probably the easiest thing to see against an ant. But did I care? No. I was on a mission. A mission to kick ass and--
"Behind you," Emmett whispered to the right of me, blowing into my ear, but the second I whipped around and shot my PPQ (which had rubber bullets in it), he was gone, leaving my only target being a poor tree with a new indent in it's bark.
