Night Of The Hunter // TeenWolf

You've Got A Mean Right Hook

Alice:

Ever since the day of the Kanima incident down at the mechanics shop I feel like I'm being watched all the time. But the bad part is that I don't think it's always a hunter.

Anyone else has the option of writing it off as just some paranoia. But when you're a hunter you don't get that type of luxury, instead you have to be constantly walking around ready.

Unfortunately for me since I have a cover to uphold I can't be caught carrying around my weapons, which if you ask me is the perfect opportunity for me to get killed in a random parking lot.

I lock my car before walking towards the pharmacy. I decided to be a good granddaughter, well as good as an experienced hunter can be, and pick up gramps medication not to mention I have to restock my own. I reach out for the handle but stop and turn around.

Nothing.

I shrug incase something is watching me, which I have no doubt about that there is, thinks that I didn't sense anything. It doesn't take me long to get in and purchase the medicine. "Thank you." I smile and take the bag from the cashier.

As soon as I step outside I get an all too familiar prick in my head. This is the first time they've gotten close enough for me to sense, and to be honest I'd rather they not. I hurriedly walk over to my car and get in.

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So I know I'm a hunter and trust me I don't mind using my knives and guns, but there is one 'normal' thing I like to do every once in a while.

I shut my car door and place the strap of my bag on my shoulder. For the sake of my patience I ignore the feeling of being watched before entering the building. I walk up to the front desk and give the lady my name.

I called ahead and reserved a room for myself for two hours so she just gives me a few simple directions and I walk off. Shutting the door behind me I look around the big room. I change into some athletic shorts and a semi baggy gray shirt.

I tie up the laces of my pointe shoes before walking over the the radio in the room and turning the music on. Yup this big bad merciless hunter loves to dance. I don't know what it is but any kind of dance brightens my mood.

Today I just happen to be in the mood for ballet, so I walk into the middle of the room and take my position. As soon as the music starts I get lost in my routine.

My mom use to insist that I only stick with my various fighting classes, gymnastics or shooting practices. Even before I found out about the actual family business they would secretly train me, I mean what seven year old would even think that their gymnastics class was hunter training?

She didn't want me straying away to something she thought was useless I heard her tell my dad one time. But after much begging and promising that it wouldn't cut into any of my other activities she finally agreed.

"No that's not right." I mutter to myself before placing my foot in the correct position. Anyway she didn't let me take anything besides the classical stuff at first, and being since I was just glad she let me take a class, I agreed.

Needless to say after a few months I started venturing into other dance styles behind her back. So ya one of my few secrets is that I have a passion for dance...sue me. I look at the mirrors in front of me and actually smile.

Only my parents know about this and I plan to keep it that way, because honestly no matter how much I love it, I'd be seen as a joke by the other hunters if they knew. It's hard enough sometimes with the fact alone that I'm a woman that some assholes think I can't hunt like they do, now imagine if they knew I dance.