The Huntress

Chapter 10

So, I'd like everyone to know my plan for The Huntress. I think I'm going to make it into two books. Possibly three... Don't know quite yet. I still have to plan it but it's going to be good I hope.

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"You can use your teeth to rip their heads off right?" I asked Foster.

"Yeah but that's nasty and I could die," he said.

"What do you mean you could die?" I asked with a menacing glare.

"Shit, okay well, vampires are the undead as you know, so if I drank a vampires blood, it could kill me," he explained.

I looked at him funny and he groaned.

"Okay, vampire blood is nasty and dead. If I drink nasty dead blood, it would weaken me because it's not fresh or anything. Only fresh blood is good for me," he said slowly.

"All right, don't drink nasty dead vampire blood then," I concluded and he glared at me. I groaned and passed him one of MY machetes.

"Cut the head off," I instructed.

"I know how to kill my own kind," he barked at me.

"Oh really? I thought you were too incompetent to tie your own damn shoes," I snarled.

Eric grabbed my arm and started to pull me toward the warehouse from the car. I shot a deathly look at Foster behind us and he stuck his tongue out. What a child.

But, if he wasn't all dead and a monster, I'd say he was pretty hot. Blegh, that just disgusted me but honestly, he had emerald green eyes and muddy blonde hair, he was very lean probably because he was a vampire. His skin wasn't pale, it was actually a nice golden brown. Why must cute boys be vampires?

"So, the front door correct?" Eric asked Foster.

Foster nodded and got in front of us in a blink of an eye to lead us to the front.

"Are you guys ready?" He asked.

Eric and I looked at each other and nodded.

For Sammy.

"Let's get this done, bloodsucker," I said disgusted and he rolled his eyes.

It was daylight. Foster opened the door and I sneaked in first with Eric right on my heel. We waited for Foster to lead us where there wasn't many but enough to kill at a time. He walked in front of us and led us to down their hallways.

A female vampire with porcelain skin and blonde hair walked away from us and as she sniffed the air, she found out quickly we weren't vampires and turned to charge at us. I grabbed my machetes and ran at her. I ran past her and smirked. Next thing you saw, was her head slicing clean off her neck. I kept walking with Foster and Eric behind me until we reached a room.

"How old is she," I heard Foster whisper to Eric.

"She's supposed to be 18 tomorrow," Eric answered.

"I was turned at 18," Foster said slowly.

"How long have you been a vampire," Eric asked.

"That's none of your business," I snapped at Eric.

"No, it's cool," Foster said, "I've been a bloodsucker for about 150 years. Year 1862, July. I was a farmers boy looking for a good job when they needed soldiers for the civil war, I signed up, hoping to make my father money and make him proud. It was a farmer boy thing. I worked hard and trained hard, even as human I was very strong and durable, the general was a vampire, he decided to turn me into one of his little unbeatable soldiers. As the civil war passed, I was stuck. I couldn't go home, in fear that I'd hurt my father and I just couldn't stay with civilization until I had my thirst in control. That's what Rose taught me though; control. Eventually, I learned about control and even tried to visit my father, but I found out that he had died just months before."