The person I wish I could be.

The Hunt

The wind whips past Leah's ears as she pushes her self through the undergrowth and fast as she can go. Stumbling, tripping, but never falling. With what's chasing her, a fall could be a fatal mistake. She grunts as branches grip and grasp at her face. They're on her side, they always have been.

The danger she took to Peter's house stayed there until he was disposed of. She hated to admit that she cried for hours after she'd seen his blood covering the floor when she went back a few weeks later to check on him. Now, she was running through the outer forest areas of Yosemite. She'd been here once before, with someone she loved and she vowed she'd never return, she now had no choice.

Snap. Crash. Thud.

She was on the floor. She didn't want to get up. All this running and death. What was it for? She'd be be free, she couldn't bring anyone back. Why not give up and finally take death's hand. She let out a sigh and stood to face her Hunter.

"Not today, bitch"
A voice from the undergrowth startled her. She was ready to die. And yet someone else wasn't ready for her to make that decision.

Gunshots and a panicked yell from the beast. A chuckle was heard in the direction of the gunshots.

"Really Leah? You're just gonna give up? After years of running you let a hellhound take you out? That's just disappointing. Ah well, ya better come back to the motel with me"

Leah was breathless. Her last moment we're snatched away from her. By Dan. Of all people. The preppy jock she went to high school with, he turned rogue after his dad was murdered by demons. Became a hunter.

"My saviour. I'm so happy. I can't wait to have to spend time with you". Sarcasm dripped in her voice. "I had it handled."
"I can see that."
"Fuck you"
"Is that a threat? I wouldn't mind it being carried out, you grew up well."
"Dan you have about three seconds before I kick your balls up into your throat."
Dan throws his arms up in surrender. Leah was in a terrible state. Cuts and bruises, a twisted ankle. Internal bleeding was likely. She had no choice but to follow an old friend back to his motel room. Here we go again.