Bite The Bullet

The Hunter becomes the Hunted

Northwest Colorado, the sun shines beautifully over the horizon casting warm glows of radiant sunshine on the hundreds of trees surrounding the area and the crystal clear water dazzles as if it were made of diamond shards. The trees are all a healthy bright green and sway in the warm summer breeze. A hag of a woman shuffles through the rotting shack, her back hunched and her arms tucked close to her sides. She approaches an unstable wooden table where patches of cloth, rodent bones and small herbs are scattered. She delicately places the materials on the pieces of cloth and ties the ends together to create small sacks. She stuffs them in her pockets and shuffles over to the counter. She opens a cupboard and takes out containers of strange unnatural fluids on the counter. She mixes a few together and recites a few versus in Latin then drinks her mixture. She grimaces at the foul taste. The wrinkles on her hands begin to smooth and become soft. The dark specks vanish and her skin is left silky and untouched by any sign of aging. Her long dry and tattered grey hair slowly darkens from her roots to her ends like a trickling waterfall to raven black. Her hair shins from being highly rich and healthy, only enhancing her youth.

"That's much better." She says with a big toothy grin. "Time to showoff my new look."

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The renewed woman searches the food racks of a convenient store for a treat of her liking. Two particular women catch her eye from across the store. They stroll through the store casually but their aurora spews of confidence and superiority. She watches them closely feeling rather uneasy of their appearance.

"Jayne, look at this." The one with long dark hair, slightly similar to the hags, and radiant red lips hands the other one a newspaper she had taken from the newspaper rack. "Just last week three women were found shriveled and dead in the forest just north of here."

The other woman whom is supposedly known as Jayne takes the paper and reads it herself. "How can this have been last week? It looks to be as if they've been dead for decades yet these women aren't even our age." She points to a spot on the newspaper in the right hand column where there's pictures of the pitiful victims, except these pictures are fairly recent and of young beautiful women. "This isn't normal."

"It has to had been something. Blood suckers? A Djinn maybe?"

"I don't think so. Vamps don't suck people dry like this and I don't think Djinn's do this either, not to this extent."

"A witch?"

The woman tenses. She narrows her eyes and glares at the women. They know too much and they've just found out about the murdered victims. The one called Jayne turns and her hair feathers off her arm, revealing a black tattoo on her left shoulder blade. An anti-possession symbol. Her skin begins to crawl as she analyzes the two women more in depth. A holster is vaguely seen behind her jacket at her right hip. They aren't just typical passersby. These woman are far more unique, dangerous, and a real pain in the ass. They're hunters.

"Grab the rest of the stuff and lets go. Dean will get pissed if we don't hurry and bring him back his pie." Jayne tells her companion. She begins to walk out but notices her friend has not followed her. "Alix, what are you doing? We need to get going."

Alix whips her head around towards Jayne holding a small key chain in her hand. "Dude, it's a key chain taco that says my name!"

"Well isn't that nice." Mariah says sarcastically. "But can we please go now?"

"Alright, calm yourself. I'm coming." She grabs her things and they both leave the store earning a chime of the bell that dangles in front of the door as they opened the door and left.

The renewed hag follows the women out of the store but as she steps outside and looks around for them they're nowhere to be seen. She huffs in frustration. These woman are not the only hunters in town. Two other hunters have been chasing after her for weeks on end and now she has two more hunters to worry about. Which in fact are already on her trail. The three victims were drained for their youth. Youth that was now used to make the old hag lovely and radiant.