Six hours before the hunt starts.
Abby took a slow sip of the bitter coffee, having spent hours on the burner of the gas station. The black Ford truck, a little rust around the rims seemed menacing in the low light of the sun just beyond the trees. Leaning on the door, she felt the slight dent on the lower door, caused by a werewolf ramming its body into a few years. The teeth of that monster hung from her rearview mirror to this day. A good kill if any once she thought about it.
Mason and members of the clan had found this as a good meeting place, a 30-minute drive from Bicker. Zelda had sent her email after gathering a bit more information about the town after making a few calls and connections to other hunting clans and churches. Seems quite a few supernaturals came to call this place home, making this Hunt even more of a special one in her book. Hell, even a warlock called this townhome!
"Been a while from my last hunt with a warlock. Think the last one was in 1992 in Hell, Michigan. Odd place to call home if you want to blend in." She thought, pulling the cup away from her lips.
Along with a few other shifter types and a fey or two was on the list. Zelda had been unsure if a vampire also might call this place home. Vampires tended to favor more cities living for their blood needs, not odd little towns lost in the woods like this one.
Sounds of a jeep, its belt whining cut the soft sounds of the forest away and Abby's reflection on the facts lay out. Elijah Saw pulled up, his head shaved and top by a Red Socks hat, standing a good 6'5 and the shoulders any linebacker would want to have. He had married into the Saw clan after his own family had been picking off by a group of bloodsuckers lost in a rage. Alone, the man stepped out, his leather cowboy boots grinding on the dirt and gravel of the driveway.
Abby nodded, "So what are the facts, Elijah?"
Thin lips grinned, "We got between 15 to 22 members showing up in less than six hours. Carson and his son will be showing up in the next hour. He's a good friend of mine wants in. This is his son's Jimmy first real hunt."
First hunts were a rite of passage in any clan of hunters. Abby smiled, remembering her daughter's Zelda first hunt nearly 20 years ago. They had found small witch coven in Alaska. "He is Roy's son if I remember? He got killed by some fey bitch"
Nodding, the big man felt the tug of pity for his friend. "Yeah, hunt down in Arizona, Sedona if I think more on it."
The old hunter sighed, "Goodman, he was a good Preacher to his church too. What a loss."
Lightly feeling the small silver church under her gray t-shirt. Only a single bird seemed to have any bravery to cry out one note of the twilight forest. Abby drained the last drops of the coffee and looking at her cell phone, the map of attack drawn out. In a few hours, the cleansing of Bicker would begin and the good children of God would be safe from the monsters for a while at least. They always came back sadly, why God had made people like her and her clan to do his bidding.
"So Abby, we do a full on the cleansing of the place? Or just going after the wolves? Zelda's info shows their Luna is the daughter of one of the main Alpha's in the USA. She could lead us to the other packs if we get our hands on her." Elijah asked, kicking a small stone with the tip of his boot, "I know it was that Alpha that killed your husband and all."
Abby's one good eye flickered to the male, tossing the cup into the back of her truck. "I was just thinking on that and we are doing a full-on cleansing. The idea of that bitch's pelt hanging on my living room's wall is what I want. I'll send her father her teeth as a message."
Shuddering, the cold ice tone in her voice made him even blink as the hateful bloodlust rising in her good eye. Abby Saw was not a woman to a scone or mess with and never mess with members of her family. She had even been known to kill off other hunters who did.
No more words lay spoken to them, only the hunt to begin was in a matter of hours.
Notes: Ok yes it has been a while from my last post as of last summer! Don't kill me! Life has been crazy from the move and a lot happened. I lost any drive to write with jumping between jobs and trying to find a new place to live. This chapter is filler, but I wanted to show a bit more of the Saw clan and also Abby. The big main event is about to happen so check back in a few weeks or sooner!
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WerewolfConner MckCreed is the last of his pack, having seen his family hunted and killed when he ten and fleeing into the woods. Now at age 25 and grown, he works as a handyman around the small city of Bicker and living alone in a cabin deep the fores...