The Hunter's Vampire {Re-writing}

Chapter 29 Just a moment

Lexander had finished cleaning up, Adam had gone to cut some firewood in the backyard since the weather had seemed to be growing darker and the scent of an oncoming storm brewing made Leeland warn him to get supplies. Adam took his warning and before he had gone out with his axe in hand, he wrote down a list of things that the house would need since he had two more mouths... well, one more mouth to feed. Leeland had quickly volunteered to go, clearly, it would have been him by default, but Lexander found it suspicious so when Adam left the house he blocked the doorway from the young wolf and smirked. "Why so eager to head out?"

He scoffed, appalled that Lexander would assume that anything was going on with him. "Don't play me for a fool wolf. I've lived a considerably longer life than you, so come now, tell me why you are in such a rush." Lexander hummed low, a tease to trouble the young boy, he folded his arms over his chest in wait, his long dark hair freely cascaded over his shoulders in ringlets. He hadn't cared to pull it back into a braid or a bun after last night and Leeland wondered why and if he was truly all healed up after the attack.

"It's nothing to concern you, yet."

"Yet... I don't like that word. Leeland if anything is amiss then you need to let me and or Adam know," he looked over his shoulder through the window and saw no sign of Adam, "especially if it endangers the village or us." Leeland worried his bottom lip, he wasn't sure if he could trust Lexander with this, but the Vampire did not seem the type to betray those he held dear, that would be if he considered himself to be near to the man before him. Leeland looked up into the Vampires' dark eyes, the pitch blackness from them indicating that he needed to feed soon, but that didn't mean that he could not read his calculating gaze. Lexander seemed shocked at his action but did not tear his eyes away from the werewolf. Leeland stepped closer, their faces mere inches apart. Lexander did not move back but he did drop his arms as he listened, knowing what eye contact meant to Werewolves. "Can I trust you Lexander?" His voice but a whisper between them.

The Vampire nodded once. "Yes. And can I trust you?" Leeland frowned his brows for a second.

"Yes. This is hard for me since Vampires were seen as our mortal enemies."

"I cannot speak the same, since there is more to me than you know," he struggled, "but nevermind that for now... all will be revealed in due." Leeland did not inquire about that, because this information was more important right now.

"Adam cannot know about this, not yet. Swear it on your life Vampire." Lexander brought a hand to his chest over where his heart was. "I swear wolf."

He took a deep breath and let it out carefully. "I found out something that I was not supposed to about Marissa's family." Lexander's head tilted to the left an inch. "Yes, I had rushed on my way to take her home since the town had suffered a minor attack, but when we arrived at her home it looked broken into so I went inside to investigate and saw another werewolf, one that bore green eyes just like her, emerald green... she told me that was a family trait... the wolf and I fought before I noticed his eyes and then it was revealed that the wolf was her eldest brother Samson... but that isn't all. Something is wrong, Marissa is sixteen, she is of age to be able to transform into a Werewolf but I think she knows nothing of her lineage. The Duncan's may very well be-." Lexander put his hand over Leeland's mouth, his right hand cradling the back of his head as the sound of splitting wood ceased.

Lexander turned back to Leeland and spoke quickly. "This is shocking, but quiet now, the hunter has finished. You will be careful not to get close to the family unless you utterly need to, but keep this to yourself. Do not cause a scene while you are in town and keep away from the Duncan family. Leeland this is a topic we may need to discuss with Adam, but not right now, understood?" He nodded quickly and Lexander dropped his hands and turned to open the door to greet the hunter who had adorned a black long-sleeved buttoned-up top and had several logs of wood under his arm, sweat beading his forehead and his shirt had been undone and his chest hair had grown darker, nearly covering his tattoos there as it glistened in the early afternoon sun. "Holy Lord." Lexander murmured, eyes wide from that delectable sight.