Cold Front | Paul Lahote

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The feeling of the hunt, of being the predator was something she shared with her brother. He was easily better than she was, a tracker in nature. When turning and joining the life of the damned, James had been gifted. A tracker was the word many used to describe his gift, she found it incredibly fitting.

Erica had been gifted as well, but it was different than her brother. Something that haunted her daily, a reminder of the day she was turned, the day she was going to die.

"Erica," the redhead hissed. The girl was taken as her brother's mate. Erica remembered hunting the girl down, how the red head had managed to evade them until she was found. Erica felt like she would forever be disappointed at not being able to taste her.

"Victoria," Erica breathed in annoyance. The girl was always so restless when it came to tracking, while James was more patient. He understood that his younger sister needed time to think things through, to think of the different situations and scenarios to ensure their win. Winning was everything to him.

"How much longer?" The girl groaned.

"Do you want me to miss something? To over look something? Because that is what will happen if you do not give it a rest."

"Girls," a new voice spoke. The two visibly perking up at the sound. "Play nice."

Erica smiled lovingly towards her brother. She was always by his side, never had the pair been apart during their entire existence.

"I'm starving though."

Annoyance filled her further at the girls whining. "Relax, you aren't the only one that is thirsty. We have to think things through first."

"What is there to think bout?"

Victoria and James watched the girl carefully. Rolling her eyes, she rolled her shoulders before beginning to walk.

"Do you not smell the other vampires in the region?" Erica couldn't help her condescending tone. "They will come to us and I fear we are not many enough to take them on. Add to that the fact that most everything in this world is modernized to a point that we do not understand. The Volturi will not be pleased if we make a scene or reveal or true nature."

James snarled in agitation. "The Volturi be damned, they are nothing against you."

"They have the witch twins, brother. In all our years we have not met anyone that can confound them."

Erica continued walking forward but she was focused on something beyond them. In her head she worked out millions of possibilities, because only herself and Laurent were worried about their small coven.

Laurent joined her near the front, they moved at a relatively slow pace an neither said a word. Nothing was needed to be said. They both knew James was becoming overly egotistical, too reckless. A mess would surely ensue if they were not careful.

"James, I'm in the mood for a bit of a game."

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The feeling of the hunt was something they enjoyed, it was in their nature to hunt the weak. In the small town, people had grown cautious. Apparently they believed the small coven to be a dangerous wild animal that was feeding on the unsuspecting. They weren't far off.

A low singing echoed through the boat house, Erica found the song quite amusing. The man was intoxicated, his words slurred slightly. The burning scent of alcohol lingered around the area and she wondered why her brother had thought this would be fun.

Victoria leaped forward, landing on the dock just behind him. She was always one for the dramatics.

"Hello," he redhead purred.

Moving she slipped out of the shadows and walked her way to the water. "You're scared."

Much to her amusement, the man jumped and nearly fell out of his boat. His heart rate skyrocketed in fear and adrenaline.

She figured he was going to try and run.

"You should be sacred," James added, landing on the boat in front of the man.

Hunger made the siblings ravenous but they had learnt to control their hunger for the sake of the win. It was all a game to them.

"I would like to hear that song again," Erica purred. "It was truly lovely. It reminded me of when I was younger."

James chuckled lowly. "How so?"

"Do you not find it is quite like the bar tunes that papa would come home singing?" The siblings thought over the small memory of their past before they were reminded of their meal.

The man let out a small whimper as Victoria grew closer to him. Not wanting to have her left overs, Erica rushed to his side. She held his neck in her hands tenderly, his pulse thrumming under her granite skin.

She breathed him in, pressing her noise into his neck.

"He smells like he'd be quite salty," She mused. "A drastic a change from the usual sweet you find, James."

"Erica, James," Laurent spoke. Erica had wondered when the man would make himself known. "Let's not play with our food."

The girl sank her teeth as the others lunged. They all reached for an artery to feed from, and Erica held tight as the man was tugged around.

Blood flowed down her throat smoothly, relieving the burn. She loved it, loved the taste of it. Every human tasted different, every drop of blood was wonderful and delicious.

Drinking from her prey, she thought for sure that she had to be a demon from hell. Erica welcomed an eternity of damnation with open arms.

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