The Hunter (Book One) ~The Underground Saga ~

Chapter One

Sorry It isn't longer. :( I'm really bad at begging's. They always turn out to short. I hope you like it, I will have chapter two soon. Promise.   Picture of Alison Snow to the right. ~ >

Everything was quiet. All I could hear was my pounding heart beat in my ears, and my ragged breathing.

“Where the fuck did it go!” Dean hissed furiously.

“Giving the intelligence level of the creature that is at hand, my best bet would be away from you.” I said panting.

Dean had a bad habit of making noise when he hunted, giving our position away, just like he did tonight. The werewolf we were about to kill was now nowhere to be seen.

Thanks to Dean, who believes that he can make as much noise humanly possible, and the monsters will be stupid enough to not hear us.

“Oh shut up Alison! Just because you're jealous that I'm better at catching these little monsters than you are doesn't give you the right to make a bunch of noise and scare them off,” He smiled.

“I appreciate the admiration though.”

I saw what he was trying to do, and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I turned to look into the dark trying to picture the burly beast that was once a whole twenty feet from me.

 “Well,” Ivan said with a huff. “I guess we wait for it to come back.” He walked back across the street and got into the van, leaving Dean and I standing there.

“This is why females should stay home, and not out on the hunt.” Dean told me and jogged across the street not stopping to look for oncoming cars. I stopped before walking quickly across the street and got into the warm van.

I closed my eyes, willing the start of a headache to go away, I'd dealt with Dean all day and just wanted to sleep. It had been a long night, but of course instead of taking my closed eyes as a hint that I didn't want to talk Dean went on about how girls shouldn't be hunting.

Ivan finally having enough pulled the van over and told Dean he could either get out and walk home or shut his trap. Dean made a face but moved to the back of the van and glared out the window.

“Ali... Alison... Snow!” I jumped up gasping when I was met with Ivan's stare. Ivan sat a matter of inches from my face.

 “You were dreaming of her again.” He reached up to brush my cheek where the tears had fallen.

“Oh.” I smiled whipping away the rest of the tears then adjusted my seat. “Where are we?”

“Gas station, Dean had to go potty and I had to fill her up.” He patted the van. I nodded yawning. I needed to get something to drink, and go to the bathroom myself before we got back on the road.

I picked up a monster and a bag of munches and sat them on the counter. The older woman that was behind the counter smiled at me as she rang up my order.

“You look like you've had a long night.”

“It's not over yet.” I yawned and thanked her as I picked up my small bag; Ivan was sitting in the van waiting for me. I climbed into the passenger seat with a smile. Dean must have still been in the bathroom.

“Can't we just leave him here?” I asked, making Ivan chuckle.

“Sadly no, though it would make our lives so much easier.” I opened my Monster and took a sip before handing it to Ivan.

 “Thanks Punk.”

“You're welcome, but you're not getting my munchies.” I smirked as I opened the bag; Ivan sighed.

“I know you're trying to avoid talking about it, but it's not going to go away if you don't.” chewed on my cheddar coated pretzel slowly.

“I don't want to talk about it Ivan.”

“You don't think I know that?” He asked. The vans door opened and Dean flopped into the back seat. Ivan dropped the conversation for now.

Even though it was after midnight when we finally got home, the house was still in full swing. Annie was setting dinner on the table for us as we walked in the front door.

“How was it?” She asked her husband as she kissed him on the cheek.

“Failure.” Ivan smiled returning the kiss. Annie made a face.

“Nothings a failure if you return home to me safe.” I rolled my eyes at them.

Annie had dark red hair, with blue eyes and an oval face. And was thin, not to thin, but thin. She was a perfect match for Ivan, who was tall and handsome.

They'd been married since they were nineteen, but I think it was only because Annie had Samuel when she was seventeen. They were somewhere in their thirties now, but still in love.

Unlike a lot of people who are married. Their son Samuel was two years younger than me.

“Are they back?” A small voice asked. Samuel smiled when he saw us standing in the kitchen. His hair was sticking in every direction; he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“You're supposed to be in bed.” Annie told him. Samuel walked over and hugged Ivan.

“I heard you guys talking.” Samuel hugged me, and gave Dean a one armed hug before sitting down at the table.

“Go back to bed.” Annie instructed. Samuel grounded and folded his arms. “Go.” Her voice was taking on a harder tone. Samuel huffed and went back down the hall into his room.

Ivan smiled and apologizing for not getting us back sooner so Samuel didn't act this way again. Annie shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

“You should eat.” Dean was happy to oblige. He flopped into the chair and started to fill his plate. Ivan shot him a look but sat in an old wicker chair and started scooping out mash potatoes.

I stood there staring at the food, not knowing if I wanted to eat or not. She smiled at me before leaning in

“Ali, are you okay?” Annie asked staring at me. I shook my head trying to clear the memory away.

“Huh? Yeah I'm fine, just tired,” I yawned.

“I don't think I'm going to eat.” I smiled at Annie as I passed her by.

“Okay, night sweetie.” I could hear the worry in her voice, under the cover of calm.

“Night,” I whispered before I shut my door. I didn't want to think any more.

I turned on my light and stripped out of my jeans and pulled on my comfy fuzzy sleep pants, shut my light off and went to bed.