Hunter: Cursed

Chapter Two.

It’s hard to sleep when it feels like there is a theatre full of people watching you just, lay there. In my dream, I had in fact been on a stage only I had been fighting for my life against some kind of demon that no one should be able to create with their imagination. Then again, we probably had crossed paths at one of the near apocalyptic moments I’ve gone through in recent years so I can forgive my mind for some of the stuff it comes up with.

Refusing to open my eyes and acknowledge the presence in the room, I instead elbow Logan; slowly sliding my hidden hand over to his hip and pinch the warm skin there. He grunts before rolling over with a snort of a snore, reminding me more of pig than my boyfriend. Logan doesn’t wake up.

Just as we had expected, the mermaids decided to attack again today. This time is was a nature photographer and despite how many beautiful images he had - some of which included those sea bitches; while Logan was giving him CPR and saving his life, I had the job of deleting his photos. Well, not all of them, just the few hundred that actually had the mermaids in them.

Apparently they’re not camera shy.

Because of all that, Logan was exhausted from all the swimming he had done trying to avoid any attacks from actually taking place. We had stopped a few locations were ‘sharks’ had been seen, hoping to come across them. That included Logan having a look under the water since I wasn’t allowed. Then there was the feeling we both got to head south from where the boat had taken us the night before and that ended with him jumping in to fight them off and actually save that guy.

All I got was the actually fun job of steering the boat and playing watcher. I also got to test my aim by shooting a few of them too, which did attract actual sharks so good thing I got Logan and the photo guy out of the water before they became fish food.

Downside of our eventful day was the mermaids got away - again, and I now had little to no chance of waking Logan to see what, if anything, was making me feel so damn paranoid.

“Come little Hunter, the time’s come to play, here in my world of shadows.”

My whole body tenses as it’s impossible for me to deny what I’m hearing. I have to still be dreaming or at least having another Dracula flashback - since I’m actually kind of positive having that vampire mess with my mind could have left some lasting damage. My nightmares are too real for that to not be the case.

“Follow sweet Hunter, I’ll show thee the way, through all of the pain and sorrows.”

I can’t be imagining this and opening my eyes our room isn’t dark despite it being past midnight. Lights that are permanently on in the living area filter through into our room since the door was left open and there is no one hovering above me like I kind of expected or anywhere around the bed.

“Weep not poor Hunter, for life is this way, murdering beauty and passions.”

The singing doesn’t stop; even now that I’m sitting up. Daring to look around there isn’t anyone here and glancing down at Logan, he is sound asleep. The song is enchanting, and leaving him alone, I get up. I’m not stupid; dream or not, I ignore the urge to let the voice guide me and keeping as quiet as possible I move over to where Logan’s pants were hung over a chair. The sheath of the hunting knife visible on top and I quickly grab it. Weapon in hand, I slowly go over to the doorway and looking out there is still no one to be seen.

Was I dreaming?

Walking past the desk and the TV unit, the light that shone up from the floor thanks to the glass window that gave us a constant view of the reef below our room, started to flicker. I doubt it was the lights playing up and crouching low behind the sofa, I moved closer.