THE HUNT

CHAPTER-TWELVE

The Sylvana's power came from a curse. They believed that their survival was tainted. Not many understood how the Sylvana was created and little was known about their energy, it was a mixture of fact and myth.

It was said to have started with a feud between two warrior brothers who murdered the third brother to steal his powers.
Having done so, the two became the founders of the paranormal realm--the first vampire and the first werewolf.

But the blood of the third seeped into the soil and from within the earth, the witch had cursed them never to find serenity. As a physical manifestation of that curse, any creature that was a vampire or werewolf would have blood, that burned like acid in their veins.

Moreover, the witch had sent an illness out into their realm, from which, either a vampire or werewolf was spared--but which species survived, depended, entirely on the underlying nature of the creature in question.

It was that peculiar, immunity, that was the true dastardly part of the curse. Vampires were no longer immune to the sickness, brought on by an original werewolf bit.

And werewolves were no longer immune, too the sickness brought on by, an original-vampires bit.

How either of them, coexisted in the same realm, was still a mystery. It had been said, that a new species, would be born in the paranormal realm, with the blood of a vampire, a werewolf, and a witch inside its veins.  And as far, as the paranormal-world knew, the vampiric transition, was fatal to a werewolf, and no vampire could survive the transition, forced upon it, by the bite of a werewolf.

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Normally he'd take more time with an assignment, but the boss had stressed the urgency of the matter. He wanted the demon to be removed from the equation. Fortunately, Kirkland wasn't particularly popular, even with his own kind, and it didn't take too much effort, for Tony to learn where Kirkland was tonight--tucked away in a five-star hotel, with a steady parade of human hookers.

Tony was crouched in the hallway outside of Kirkland's hotel room. The guard beside the door was slumped forward in his chair because Tony had already broken his neck and before that, had taken care of the hotel's security cameras in the hallway.  Apparently, Kirkland used this particular room for his love nest.

According to his source, Kirkland's men checked each girl for weapons, cellphones, the works down in the main lobby. Once the women were cleared, they were given a code and told to memorize it. The code worked the keypad lock on the door of the room. And there was no other way in. So he waited in the hall.

The elevator dinged, and Tony stood at attention beside the slumped guard. The elevator's doors slid open and a tall platinum-blonde stepped out. She licked her ruby-red lips, squared her shoulders, and walked straight towards him.

"Code?" He demanded.

She glanced at the guard in the chair, her face went anxious.

"He pissed the boss off," Tony said. "Code."

"One, three, seven, one."

Tony nodded. "Stand for inspection."

"I--"

"Stand for inspiration."

She stood straight, eyes wide as he pushed in the code. The lock clicked, he pushed open the door, then ushered her inside with a sweep of his arm.

He nodded toward the bedroom door and told her to go on in. He positioned himself inattention, in front of the bedroom's door, for show.

Tony patiently, waited until he could hear their moans and the bedsprings creaking. He pushed the door open and evaluated the scene: Kirkland on top of the hooker, pumping his brains out, his ass--right in Tony's field of vision. Damn, the man, was making this easy.