The Hybrid Prophecy

Chapter One: I Hate my Ex

Footsteps resonated on the cobblestones and my heart started pumping. I quickened my pace hoping to make it to the alley ahead. The footsteps got closer and closer and by the time my pursuer had caught up with me I was just turning into the alley.

As soon as he turned the corner into the alley I placed a hard chop to his throat and attacked while he was distracted. His guard dropped as soon as I kicked him in the nads and I took my chance. I stomped his chest and was filled with satisfaction as the air rushed out of his lungs. I made sure to check his eyes for the telltale signs. When I saw his blood red eyes I straddled his stomach and removed a wooden stake from my belt. Holding it to his heart I leaned towards his face.

"You have one chance to tell me who the fuck sent you." I whispered emphasizing his one chance.

"No need for stakes darling, I just have to pass on a message, no harm needs to come to either parties this night." He pleaded. Ugh I groaned to myself. He was an ancient, I had always hated the way they talked.

"How about you tell me who sent you, and then maybe I'll consider letting you live." I pressed the tip of the stake into him, the sizzling sound it made was unnerving but I had staked hundreds of bloodsuckers. This one would be no different. I heard a shuffle by the dumpsters and I turned to look. Big mistake. I heard a whistling by my ear and then sizzling. I whipped my head around to face the bloodsucker. He was dead alright. I stood up and turned around smacking right into a fellow hunter.

"God micheal!" I yelled, "Your such an asshole. I was drilling him for information and you had to go kill him."

"Dawn, since when do we interrogate the bloodsuckers before we stake 'em?" He asked while plucking the stake from it's chest.

"This one was different," I paused, "He has been following me for a couple days. I was going to try to ask him why he was following but you had to fuck up my life, like usual." I turned around storming off.

"Oh stop being so melodramatic."

I stopped dead in my tracks and cracked my fingers. I was so riled up from the fight and lately I had found it hard to keep my anger under control. I turned around and ran at him. I jumped up into the air and kicked him in the chest and he went toppling down. I managed to almost get him in a headlock before he grabbed my hair and flipped me over his shoulder, making sure to use extreme force.

I gasped for air and he grabbed my neck, pushing me against a wall, purposely banging my head on the brick. Before he could react I stuck my thumb deep in his ribcage forcing him to loosen his grip. I dug my nails into his wrist and pryed his hands of off my neck. I saw my chance and took it.

I grabbed my fist filler from my belt and gave him a shot to the head. He went down but he wasn't knocked out yet. I wouldn't let him get off that easy. I straddled his chest and abandoned my fist filler. We really only used them on vampires because there bones are harder then ours, resulting in allot of broken fingers when no fist filler is used. I gave him another shot when I thought I heard a noise. I turned around but no one was there. I felt my head explode in pain and I collapsed on the ground. All of the sudden he heard his phone ring and he checked it

"Oh it's shift change. Back to the academy." We shook hands. Fights were common among fellow hunters. We regularly tested each other so we know the person who has our backs is adequate. But mine and micheals fights had gotten way more violent since our breakup. He cheated on me and he was kind of a sadistic son of a bitch.

Apparently he had demon in his family tree, what we call a spawn. physically there human, and mentally there human enough to fake it well. But trust me, they only feel anger and twisted pleasure.