Marked in Silver ๑ m.c. [The Bound: Book Two]

Chapter One.

Chapter One.

It was the sketchy part of town, with old buildings and dark alleyways. Michael was currently in of those alleys, staring down at the slump body of a man. Blood decorated the pavement, a tone of red only a little bit darker than Michael's bright colored hair. That same blood was splattered all over the walls on each side of him. 

Looking at himself, he noticed that his white t-shirt under his black leather jacket was tinted with it the man's life force as well, so he proceeded to take of his jacket and then the shirt, which he used to clean up his bloody hands. With a tired sigh he said, "I told you to give me what I wanted," before kneeling down beside the corpse and fetching in his pants pockets what Michael had been looking for. Once the small bag was in his possession, he stood up, turned around and left, without looking back once.

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Michael was sitting down at the same table he had been occupying when she first came three nights ago, a bottle of beer in hand again. She sat down across from him.

"Cliffford," was all she said as a greeting.

"Belle," he said with a smile as soon as he saw her. 

"You forgot the Clara part," she mumbled.

"No, I didn't," he said with a wink. Clarabelle rolled her eyes at him and let it slide. She had more important things to do then arguing with some sort of gun dealer about what he should call her. 

"Did you find what I asked for?" she quickly steered the conversation directly to the point. 

"What's with the rush, honey?" Michael laid back against the seat with a lopsided grin adorning his lips. The smile made him look younger, more boyish. Not at all intimidating, which is what she had heard about him. There are some crazy stories circulating around about the guy in front of her, but maybe that's all they were; stories. 

"I didn't come here to make small talk," she retorted.

"I didn't say you did," he replied calmly.

"I also didn't come here to entertain you," she added.

"Yet, I'm very entertained," Michael shot back with a wider smile.

Clarabelle gave him what she hoped was a death glare, which only served to amuse Michael further more. The pink-haired girl gave up.

"We're not going to be friends," she said grumpily. 

"I don't need a friend," this time, she noted that his voice had changed. She had momentarily looked down at the tabletop, but now she looked up to discover that Michael was no longer smiling. His eyes were sad, like they were the same night she came. She wasn't sure how to proceed. She only wanted one thing from him and she was prepared to pay whatever price he demanded, in monetary assets of course. 

"I just want my bullets," she said quietly. She was afraid her voice had been so soft he hadn't heard her, but apparently he did. 

"I have your damn bullets," Michael said a little harshly. He dug his hands in the inside of his leather jacket and pulled out a small box with weird symbols in its top. He placed it on the table, his eyes on Clarabelle.

"How much?" she said, trying to sound confident again. She wasn't quite sure why she was suddenly so afraid of upsetting him more. It's not like she was defenseless or actually scared of him. She also didn't think he would try to hurt her in a bar with a couple of witnesses. But there was still a small voice in her mind telling her to be careful and she always listened to what her instincts told her. 

"They were hard to find," Michael said, his face still serious. 

"How much?" she repeated.

"2,000" he replied.

"For how many?" she inquired.

"Seven bullets," he said.

She shook her head.

"That's too much for seven bullets," she protested.

"You wanted magnum silver bullets. I could've gotten you bullshit silver, for half the price, but these- these are the real thing. Perfect for what you're going to use them for," he was smiling again, but this smile was calculating and it troubled her.

"You don't know what I'm going to use them for," she argued. There was no way he knew. He couldn't. She was careful. More careful than anyone else in the business. Michael must have seen that he hit a nerve because his smile widened.

"Sure I do. You're a hunter," he said knowingly.

"I'm not," she refuted. She was trying her best to keep calm, but those green eyes saw everything. She felt caged.

"Oh yes you are, sweetheart. You're a hunter. A demon hunter".

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A/N: The second book of The Bound series has finally been started. Are you guys excited? I know a lot of you loved Book 1 (Luke's story) and I really hope you enjoy Michael's as well. For those who are reading this and haven't read Book 1, here's the deal. This is a short story of the supernatural genre, so yes it might get weird at some points. It will have between 15 to 20 chapters. Chapters will be around this length except for the last ones which will be longer. Please do not give me crap about the length of the chapters. This is my story and I will write it however I want. If you like it, great, I will probably like you more. If you don't like it, simply don't read it. That's it. Anyways, here's to another beginning. Let's enjoy the ride ;)

Stay Awesome,

Liz.x