Hunter: Cursed

Chapter Three.

Nothing helps settle your nerves as well as seeing the most powerful being you know, looking like I do when I see my Dad come storming out of the house after 'borrowing' his brand new fifty thousand car to go werewolf tracking. Leo formally known as Cain and also Darius, looked that kind of guilty right now; like he knew he was in trouble and I just prayed he knew how to handle Merrow in a way that was nothing like how I interacted with my father.

If he didn't - well I should have just drowned because while all Dad and I do is use our words as weapons, I'm thinking two supernatural beings going at it might be a little hazardous for my already struggling health. So while the pair of them entered a stare down, I managed to actually breathe again and using the back of my hand, rub my eyes.

Things looked a bit clearer after that. For starters, I wasn’t on the island, I had been taken to a ledge on the side of this cave. Secondly, we were totally screwed unless what ever his name is, decides to zap us out of there as the mermaids all floated in front of us - glaring our way while Merrow simply stood on water looking like she was getting ready for a Vogue shoot.

“You’re behind this?” Cain snapped, standing beside me.

Sitting up, I held my stomach; fighting the urge to throw up yet again. Looking down on the dirt around us, there wasn’t anything that could be used as a weapon and then I saw my arm. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt . My forearm looked shredded, with barely any skin left unbroken and a small strip of my flesh hung limp and for a second, I contemplated simply pushing it back up and into place. Then I threw up a saltwater dominated bile and my arm was forgotten.

Merrow answered my rescuer in a language I’d heard before, but didn’t know. Had Dracula spoken it? One of the Warlocks maybe?

Tugging on the dark denim by his ankle, Cain yelled at her before giving me his attention again. “Am I, gonna become a mermaid?”

Despite the raspy stuttering of my voice, he understood my question. “No. What magic of mine remains in you, plus the fact you’re a Hunter will stop any transformation.”

If only being what we are stopped us from being turned into vampires too.

“I have waited too long for this moment, and I will enjoy every second!” Merrow hissed at him, her voice much too horrible to be coming out of such a pretty face.

Cain ignored her.

“Come on, give me your hand.” He offered his and lifting my good arm, let him help me stand.

I felt like something should have happened, there was a weird tingling that ran through my body before vanishing and looking around, Cain only frowned; his wrinkles even more pronounced now.

“What was that?” I whispered.

Merrow started to laugh. “There is only one way out Cain, you yourself made sure of that.”

“Are we going with Cain again?” I ask him, trying to stop myself from freaking out by what she just said.

“For now.” He answered, and again the rush of tingles took over us. “What did you do?”

The ex-Siren shrugged, actually daring to look at her fingernails like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Merrow! I will make losing your crown seem as pleasurable as singing a fucking song, if you do not answer me!” Cain dropped my hand, and almost roughly shoved me back against the wall behind us. I’d never, ever heard anyone - demon or human sound that deadly before.

Half the mermaids vanished.

“As I said, it is your magic that makes this prison. There is only one way out and we all know the dangers that lurk beneath the surface.” She was stirring him up into a bigger rage. “I guess you never expected to be the one falling victim to your own cruelty.”