My Vampire HUNTRESS

Chapter VI

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Alastor smiled widely but his smile made no one comfortable, but worried; due to the darkness hidden behind the same.

Paola was couldn't keep her heart beat still; this was taking dimensions she didn't anticipate, he's following her around and he's dangerous.

Her first instinct was to run to her drawer and reach for the gun her father gave to, her legs moved as fast as her thoughts as she well knew that there he needed no invitation to come in. She reached for the gun in an amazing speed but not fast enough. She turns panting pointing the gun at nothing. He wasn't there.

She was not paranoid and he was sure he was there together with his cynical smile and darkness in his eyes. He was up to no good she could smell that in the air. But it needed more than an evil-minded vampire to scare her away.

She walks slowly towards the door, hesitantly looking outside, she spies knowing that he could come from anywhere. Her senses fully aware, Paola could sense his presence; he was near and she wasn't going to be an easy prey.

Alastor enjoyed how she managed to keep her breath still, how her senses worked so fast to every single movement and noise. She moved in a define way; a way he hasn't seen in over a century, like hunters. But most of all she had almost no fear in her heartbeat. She was something else, something new.

She followed her instincts until she found herself outside; which was a mistake leaving the building, but after what happened in her life, danger doesn't seem to affect her much now.

He stood there in the middle of the way observing her mesmerized, but she lost no time her shot was fast and sharp, deadly through his heart. But a centuries old vampire could be as fast, an original, even faster.

He caught the bullet in his hand as if catching something that was throw to him.

"Fuck!" He throws the wooden bullet, that was soaked in vervain to the floor. "Where did you- " Before he could finish his question she was already firing again.

She was definitely in no mood for small talk and he should know better than to mess with a heartbroken huntress.

Alastor dodges from the bullets and tries to reach for her and remove the gun from her. But was rather caught in a good piece of fight that he didn't imagine would need to struggle.

She was very well skilled and prepared, with some small doses of hatred and pain just refined her. By the time he could immobilise her, he had her arms locked behind, but she was still fuming and not quite ready to give up.

"Damn Mulatto, I was just trying to be friends." He fakes to be heart, something that could be clearly read in his eyes, Paola just couldn't contemplate them now.

"You followed me."

"Because you owe me something." He retorts right away.

"I owe nobody, mainly someone like you."

"That sounded very much racist, Mulatto." He smiles. "Now, Mulatto just listen carefully-"

"Don't even try to compel me." She shook her head and kicked him, not with strength, but with skills to hurt a vampire. Just maybe not a centuries old original vampire. It didn't take him much to knock her unconscious.

The moment she remembered that phrase, her eyes darted open, she knew that he was up to no good, and saving herself was just waking up from that bad dream.