Run.

Moving

The next morning was eventful to say the least. I wake woken by the cocking of a gun and the heavy breathing of a man. My body instantly rolled onto Emilia's to protect her from any gun fire and as I opened my eyes I caught sight of only two men.

Both lowered their guns as noticed I was awake. I also heard Emilia's groan as she gained consciousness. As they placed their guns back into their holsters I decided it was safe for Emilia to sit up on her own and I felt her do so. Her hand touched my shoulder and I could feel how stiff her body was. I could only imagine her recalling the memories of the searing chain.

"You killed five of us this week." The taller of the two spoke. He was toned and tanned, his eyes were a shocking blue colour and his hair almost completely black.

"If you tell me who you are I might just apologise." I kept Emilia behind me still, something about their calm nature disturbed me.

"I'm Stew," The tall guy said. "Blondie here is Mike." He introduced the small, toned blonde.

"Your rank, hunter."

"Head...Of this territory anyways." He shrugged. "Now before you go thinking about killing me, make no mistake that it will be pointless." He looked at Emilia and I growled. "We all know who she is, we all know what she is and we all now know where she is."

"What do you want?"

"Well for now we just want a simple apology." Stew raised his brows. "Not too hard, is it?"

"What about later?" 

"We want her heart, so we can gift wrap it for you and send it as your six hundred and twelfth birthday." He smirked and his words hit me like a thousand knives.

I acted on pure instinct as I left Emilia on the bed and stopped before Stew. He opened his mouth to say something but my hand was buried in his chest before her could say anything and a moment later I pulled out my hand with my fingers still clenched around his blood-drenched heart. I showed it to Mike, the blonde hunter's eyes widening significantly. Even more so as he looked up into my white eyes and saw my exposed fangs.

"Give this to whoever is really in charge." I placed the heart in his hand. "Tell them if I even sniff one of you around my area, I will not hesitate to kill you."

"If he failed, press the button." He muttered and frowned as he took out a switch from his pocket. Without any more hesitation, he pressed the button and a gas began to spill from the jack of the dead hunter. 

I inhaled it, part of me repelled by the smell but I could withstand it. The blonde hunter began retreating out of the room and I began to follow until I heard Emilia's struggle to breathe and I turned to find her purple-faced and clutching her throat. I let the hunter run and ran over to her.

"Wolfsbane." She coughed out and I watched the purple gas seep even closer to her.

I pulled off my shirt and placed it over her mouth to stop any more of the gas from entering into her system, too much of it could permanently scar her on the inside, she could be a half-breed with a heart problem. Wolfsbane side-effects were permanent.

I jumped off the bed, grabbed the body and leapt out of the window, rushing with everything in me towards the Hudson. I tossed the body as far as I could into the river and rushed back to the apartment. 

I wasn't surprised to find Darcy hugging Emilia, telling her to keep drinking more water to try to fight the amount of gas that had already entered her system. As a vampire he was naturally immune to the gas, the only one really affected was Emilia. That was their aim. The hunters never really planned on Stew making it out alive, he was just the warning. That they could get close, that they could kill her.