Wanted

First Hunt

Year 2002

John and a fifteen year old Mikayla sit in a small diner in Dunsmuir California eating breakfast drinking coffee. The waitress comes around refilling Johns mug.

"I've never seen a teenage girl drink coffee and read the newspaper with her old man."

"Oh he's not that old." Mikayla teases getting a chuckle outta John. They sit there eating silently looking at the newspaper. "Found something." Mikayla says sitting up tossing the paper to her dad. "Three people went missing in a week. All the victims are female and all seem to be a member of the local church possible case we should check it out." He reads the news article as Mikayla finishes eating her pancakes doing research on her laptop. The waitress comes back getting the empty plates.

"Can I get you folks anything else?"

"How bout a slice of that apple pie." Mikayla smiles and John looks her with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"Ain't it a bit early for pie?"

"It's never early for pie dad." She smirks when the plate of pie is placed in front of her. She takes a bite and sits back happily chewing on the crumble pie. After a moment John chuckles to himself. "What's so funny?" She ask. "Oh nothing, just you remind me of someone who also loves pie as much." Mikayla shrugs her shoulders at this continues eating the slice. On their way to the motel they stop seeing a bunch of cop cars outside the church.

"Stay in the truck." John orders pointing a warning finger at her.

She raises her hands in defense shrugging her shoulders. Once he steps out the truck she slouches down in the seat putting her boots on the dashboard flicking the rubber band on her wrist something she does when she's impatient. She sighs blowing her hair out her face looking lazily to her left and spots a strange man standing on the outside of the church on the far side away from the cops. Mikayla squints seeing he has blood on him. She quickly grabs the keys, locking the truck doors getting out. She ducks avoiding being seen by her father. Once he steps in the church Mikayla darts out from the bush she's hiding behind and makes her way to the side of the church. She takes the knife she keeps in her left boot and grips it tight to her side.

She looks around the corner seeing the man enter the back of the church. "I don't think that's a good idea dude." She murmurs to herself. She runs to the doors and stops not seeing him in the hallway. She opens the door on the side of the hallway to find it empty. She continues her search through the other doors. As she enters the second to last room and finds the dead victim from the crime scene. She steps over the police tape line and walks over the body. Not wanting to touch the body she she moves the girls head with the tip of her boot.

"Just what I thought, vamp." She says examining her neck. As she's about the leave the room she hears the sound of boots coming from the hallway. She hides behind the open door and waits for the person coming closer. When she sees the figures shadow she jumps out ready to slice and dice but they grab her wrist fast stopping her. She looks up to see it was her dad. "Didn't I tell you to stay in the truck!" He scolds. "Yyyesss, but I saw a vamp walk in here so I took the chance in investigating."

"How you know it was a vamp?"

"Cause there was blood all over him. He was standing on the other side of the church out of sight. The guy seemed scared I'm guessing he's the one that killed the girl."

"Alright well lets get outta here, you are staying out of this you're not a hunter." He grabs the collar of her jacket dragging her out the church.

"I do all the research and stuff for you and uncle Bobby so close enough. I just don't hunt cause you both won't let me me."

"Maybe because we don't want you dead."