Hunter|Sebastian Stan

Chapter Two

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"Hey!" I heard a third voice. The blonde man turned to the source. The pressure of his hands on my shoulders was lifted as I watched a dark haired man throw a punch at the blonde man and kicking him straight in the chest. The blonde man staggered backwards and hit my car, shattering the glass of my window. The brown haired man didn't hesitate, he drove what looked like a stake right into the blond one's chest. His skin immediately began to dry and his body fell to the floor as the man let go of the stake.

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.

"Are you okay?" The man asked me as he walked over to me, but I couldn't find my voice.

"Hey," He spoke softly as he took my shoulders, trying to meet my eyes, "Are you okay?"

I ripped my eyes away from the dead man and met the eyes of my savior. His chocolate eyes searched my face.

"You killed him." Was all I could get out.

"He was already dead." He dropped his hands from my shoulders.

"You're crazy." I pushed my hair out of my face and walked in a small circle.

"Y/n." He spoke calmly.

"Crazy!" I said loudly.

"Y/n, listen to me." He said louder as well.

"What?" I demanded.

"Listen to me, there's a lot you don't know about your family. Your real family."

"What the hell does that mean?" I demanded, "How do you know my name? Have you been watching me?"

"Yes. And so have they." He pointed at the dead man.

"They?" I echoed.

"Vampires." He said.
I turned my back to him, pushing my hair back and facing him again.

"You're crazy!" I almost shrieked.

"My name is Charlie Kenner." He tried to explain, "You're Y/n Labonair. We both come from two ancient bloodlines of hunters."

"Hunters? Labonair? My name is (YourFullName)" I repeated, "You know, I don't even care about the broken window. I'm leaving." I yanked open the car door, Charlie's large hand pressed against the window, pushing it shut once more.

"They know where you are." Charlie said firmly.

"In that case, I really need to leave then." I opened it once more only to have him close it again.

"Please, just-" he suddenly looked over my shoulder. I followed his gaze and saw three figures walking out way in the dark, "We need to go." He said suddenly.

"We?" I asked.

"Get in the car. Give me your keys." He ordered. I didn't move, he pulled the door open, took the keys from my hands, and shoved me in the car through the drivers door.

"God! What are you doing?" I asked Charlie as he shoved me on the driver's seat, past the middle compartment, and onto the passenger seat. He slammed the door shut and started the engine. He stepped on the gas, leaving the man's body behind.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.

"We'll explain everything. You've just got to trust me."