ch.24 Trank Gun.

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   The beast now known as Vincent comes forward. Shadow only moves back as the three converged. She watches as Kat as a beed of sweat rolls down her forehead. Sweat and blood is all Hunter could smell. "Who are you?" Vincent asks, she quickly scans the room. "Please, stay back." knowing that he would be the alpha, if this where a pack. She locks eye's with him. "Please, stop. You want my name?" Vincent's hand slowly moves up. "Why did you bring me here?" she asks trying to bargain. "A man gave you to me." he shrugs his shoulders.

   "What did he look like?" she asks. "He had eye's like mine. He said that you where special. That you where the one they where looking for." Jt moves up his glasses as he inches closer to Vincent, "So you took her because he had the same color eye's as you" he said frustrated. But you have brown eye's and Derik has blue? she thinks to herself. "No, Jt, it was her eye's." and they look at her.

   "My eye's? What about them? Never mind it doesn't matter your still bleeding. Can I help?" she questions knowing that she can always get answers later. "And how do you plain on helping?" he asks cocking he head, she momentarily thinks of Derik the dog head cocking thing was so him. She turned and takes a cup of water off the near by table. "Okay water is going to help?" Jt questions. "No."she swishes her mouth with some of the water. "I'm not drinking your spite." Vincent says with a confused face. "No, grows spit." she says sarcastically, I should just do it, he'll never go for it. she brings one arm up to her lips, parting them, she bights. "No. Not spite." she quickly forces his head back, and forces her blood in to his mouth.

   There's a popping sound and things go red and she can only see for a second at a time. She turns to Jt holding up the trake gun. Anger rushes at her, "What have you done." Things start to go dark, Kat's gun pulled, "Don't move!" she yells. I'm losing control. "Please, you have to take me out." Hunter asks quietly. Lights are starting to get brighter and her skin now feels like it is on fire.

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