The Hunter's Vampire {Re-writing}

Chapter 47 The Witch and The Hunter

Four hours earlier

Kate had finally awaken from his poisoned coma to a place that did not feel at all familiar nor did it feel as welcoming as he had hoped. He sighed as he laid back in the bed that they allowed him refuge in. This was not how he had planned to spend his week especially since Kalson was the one that had initially thought to go down this route in asking the Witches to help protect the villagers. He groaned, he didn't even know how he got himself into this, next time he'll remember to keep his mouth shut.
He had almost died trying to protect the very people that he went into hunting for. He needed to get a life, Vidaldus was right, he was lonely, for Christ sake he fell for a voice from a woman who he thought he had dreamt up... but she was real, and she was gorgeous, he turned to the window wondering where she was now and what she was up to? He sighed, maybe he should stretch his legs and get out of bed for a while. He pushed the sheets off of his body and carefully lifted his legs from the bed, happy that he could still feel them. The question now was if he could use them. He exhaled slowly preparing himself to move and get mentally ready just incase he can't walk right away. He set his hand at his side in the mattress then lifted himself up. His legs wobbled for a second, but then he didn't fall. He smiled happy that could wiggle his toes and stand on his own. He sighed, trying to not smile over such a simple matter.

He scoffed at himself, what the hell was He saying? He nearly died, he had almost lost his mind and his life—this, walking and smiling, breathing. He was quite happy that he hadn't lost his motor skills and or lost any sense of self while in his coma.

"Huh?" He walked over to the other side of the room, for how large it was there was barely any furniture or decorative pieces that would make this room... homey. Maybe it was a spear room, but then again maybe they had kept it bare incase he had awaken without anyone here to see and hatched a plan to try to harm them. "Maybe the latter. What are these?" He bent and picked up the items that were folded neatly on the single chair that sat against the wall near the tallest dresser. "Clothes," they were sewn quite well, the style was different, nearly French, but somewhat copying a more modern English style, a fine white blouse, black trousers and a blue waistcoat... a charming if not peculiar choice of clothing to give to a hunter. It was nice though, but he was not so thrilled about the amount of buttons, but it was nice nonetheless, and the fabrics used were exceptional. He smiled, setting it back down and opening the door that was near the exit to a private bathroom, that had running water. He hadn't had a proper shower in a how many ever days, so this should be thoroughly refreshing.

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He walked over to the full length mirror housed in the attached bathroom, and couldn't help but indulge in the vanity of his own appearance. The clothing fit like a glove. It was as if it qere tailored to meet his exact measurements. He hummed, pleased and thankful for them. He exhaled slowly, relaxing his growing ego before he left the room and began down the stairs that Yoli told him about.

She was shrouded by the faint light from the lanterns lit around the room, the night still and the forest asleep, she had a few minutes to herself before dinner, so she had chosen to spend that time in the green house that she helped Taka and Bisca to build. Yoli reminisced to the time she began planting in some of the more poisonous plants and flowers like the Belladonna, they were her favorite plant, their dangerous levels of poison intrigued her chemist knowledge and they also made such lovely flowers.

The flowers that blossomed from the plant known as nightshade made such a marvelous black berry bella pie, a name she had coined herself while figuring out different ways to include the plant into her concoctions. She sighed as she purned the dying leaves off of the plant, humming to herself as she worked. She had to prepare these plants for her popular tinctures, sedatives, hallucinogenic drugs and poison laced arrows—those were the weapons she traded to the native hunters for their honey and because they were the guards for the Holten Forest, the place they both called home, she was more than happy to help them in keeping them safe as per their treaty.