The Hunt

Chapter 7

RECAP:

"Chris... can't be killed."

Chapter 7

Joshua's POV

"What do you mean he can't be killed?!" I yelled in frustration.

"He can't be killed. He's probably waking up right now and getting away." Daniel informed me.

I ran downstairs and looked where I last saw Chris. Just as Daniel predicted, he's gone.

"CRAP!" I yelled in frustration "he's gone!"

I ran upstairs to check on Hope.

I walked in the room and saw my dad resting on a chair.

I went to Hope and picked her up and carried her to my room and saw Daniel still sitting on my bed.

"I think you should go to your room and rest Daniel." I said.

He got up and walked out.

I put Hope on my bed and I laid next to her.

"Hope please wake up soon. I'm sorry I didn't protect you and you got hurt." I kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her nose and hovered about her lips. I pulled back. I can't kiss her. She's knocked out and she doesn't even know she's my mate.

I laid down and my back hit my head board and I sat their thinking.

How was I going to tell her?

Hopes POV

My head really hurts.

I remember what happened before I passed out.

Where am I? Did Joshua come and help me? Or did that bitch take me?

Wake up! Joshua's sad. You will make him happy by waking up!! Something screamed at me. My instincts?

I opened my eyes and I saw Joshua's roof.

I sat up and my head was hurting.

"Hope!" Joshua yelled and I was being pulled towards his lap.

"Joshua." I said.

Me- Can we talk through here? My throat is really dry.

Joshua- Alright and do you want some water or blood?

Me- Let's try water, and if its still dry then I'll have blood.

Next thing I know, I was in Joshua's arms like when I was little and Steven and Daniel told me they were Zombies and Joshua kicked their asses. Joshua walked into the kitchen and sat me down on the counter. He went to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. He handed it to me

I gladly excepted it and took a huge gulp. I put it down and waited for a while.

My throat was still dry.

Joshua clearly could tell because I made a face.

He chuckled and handed me a blood bag.

I took it and drank from it.

It felt like my hand running across a cats soft fur.

"That's what you needed, blood. Fuck human needs." Joshua said while laughing.

I had to laugh at that and I spilled some blood and it was all over my chin.

Joshua whipped it off and licked his fingers clean. I made a face

"That's nasty!" I said.

He laughed, "It tasted good."

"Probably cause it came off of me." I joked.