I show vampires in a bad light in this chapter. Sorry to vampire fans. But don't worry, since I'm fair, werewolves will get their chance to look bad too.
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Allyson's breathing was labored. Her vision was clouded and her hands were shaking.
" Wait, Allyson, those are T-the Masters Tattoos?" Jonathan asked, seeming, for the first time, rightfully scared of her.
Allyson didn't bother answering. It would be embarrassing if she did. She simply walked back up the stairs before anyone could see a tear fall down her cheek.
Hunting. That's what she was going to do. Hunt.
She turned back down the stairs, and saw all eyes on her. Jonathan looked at her like a mouse would look at a cat. He was a hellhound, a super werewolf, he shouldn't be scared of her. Neither should the rest of the pack or Jasmine. Jasmine was a Huntress! She was just as strong as Allyson.
Allyson seriously thought she was seeing things. She must be misreading their expressions. The expressions were all the same. Literally. They were all Victor.
" Why? I was helping you, making you stronger and you killed me!" Victor said to me from a dozen mouths.
Allyson felt as if she was being chased by zombies. The zombies of her past.
She ran through the entrance to the house and was faintly amused. Any other day she would've smiled even. Here, she didn't think she could smile.
Though the amused feeling grew even stronger as she stole Jonathan's motorcycle. He could take her Mercedes for all she cared.
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She drove for the whole night to find a coven, which was disappointing. It was more dramatic when it was at night, it was also harder when hunting vampires, which suited her needs.
Either way she ended up parked in front of a seemly abandoned building, but it wasn't. It was a home of a vampire coven.
Every instinct she had told her to scream to run to leave. Allyson didn't care, but for some strange reason a part of her remember stories of previous Soul Huntresses. They usual became suicidal. She didn't see why the tidbit came into her mind though.
----Will Allyson die? Will I write about a different Soul Huntress in this war?-----
She took out the soul knife from it's sheath. She was ready.
Allyson knew how many vampires were in this coven. Fifteen.
Soul Huntress vs. Fifteen Vampires. Allyson couldn't see herself winning, but she also couldn't see herself stopping.
Allyson needed to fight with someone, or something. That was it! Souls.
There was one problem though, a soul would need a physical form to fight, that took a lot of magic and a lot of strength. She would do it, even though she could only do one.
Allyson closed her eyes and felt fifteen vampire souls and one human soul in the immediate area. One was patrolling the area. He must be the strongest, hell knows what's lurking in the night. Monsters. Monsters like her.
Two more were in another section of the house together. While three more were near, each in different rooms. Two souls were near the human soul, a human soul that was being changed. Seven vampires were on the totally different side of the house, they were magically strong, though vampires didn't carry much magic.
Allyson's eyes opened as her attack formulated in her head.
She ran the perimeter, nearing the soul that was the strongest. She couldn't hear his footsteps and he was going so fast that she was sure she couldn't fallow him. It was time to make her move.
