Chapter one – Normal 17 year old
Sirens started to scream through the city,
triggering those who’s dogs were out and more than likely
disturbing those who were deep in study and homework or working off
the hang over from last nights party. The ambulance sped past me.
Humans I thought to myself always injuring themselves. If I had been
a normal 17-year-old then maybe I would have stopped to remind myself
that I was human too or at least part human, but I wasn’t. At least
I wasn’t a normal 17 year old. My name is Violet, Violet Hart and I
am a demon hunter, or I was.
Stepping out of the musty old lecture hall, the
fresh cool air surrounded me. Turning in the direction of the east
gate I could feel the fiery wall that had overtook my skin breaking.
Inhaling deeply I could taste the salt in the air. Making a sharp
right turn, I took the first step onto the stone path that lead from
campus to my apartment. The stone path was lined with white daisies
and dandelions that parted slightly to give room for a wooden bench.
I had spent many afternoons studding and reading on the bench. The
memories were so strong with emotions that I pulled out my phone to
see if I had enough time to stop for a moment and relax. However, I
was shot down when I realised that I was already running late for my
shift at golds.
Picking up the pace, I began fumbling around my
bag looking for my house keys. Just as the driveway came into view so
did, the car parked outside. My mind went to the apartment above
mine; it had been up for rent since the last tenets graduated a year
and a half ago. I didn’t have time to worry about my new neighbours
now I shoved my keys into the door and rushed inside. The apartment
had two bedrooms 2 baths as well as kitchen, dining and living rooms.
Dropping my bag at the first bedroom that I had turned into a study /
library, I continued down the hall to my room. Pulling off my jeans
and flannel, I reach for the leather mini skirt and crop top that
were both far to exposing for my liking. Being a college with no
other source of income but the shifts I picked up at golds meant I
did what I had to in order to earn a few extra tips here and there.
With one last look in the mirror, I pulled my hair into a ponytail at
the back of my head, leaving my fringe out hanging across my face.
Heading back through my apartment i picked dup my
phone before stepping onto the front porch and locking the door and
started in the direction of the bar. The walk to golds had been
fairly uneventful and quiet. Like normal Golds was packed with drunk
college kids looking for a good time.
It was only halfway through my shift when I
noticed the strange man in the far corner of the bar. Normally I
wouldn’t pay much attention to the people that come into golds but
something about this man had caught my attention. He looked to be of
average height, he appeared to be well toned and in his early 20. He
was in black jeans, black T-shirt and a leather jacket. His hair was
a dusty shade of blonde almost the same as my co-workers.
If I had still been associated within the hunter
community then I would have assumed that he was one, a well-practised
young hunter, problem in his prime fitness. It’s just unfortunate
for me that old habits die hard. After one last look over the man, I
put my suspicions to rest that he was nothing but a creepy guy.
Chapter two – The realisation
After another hour and a half of serving drunk
college kids, I turned in my apron and crashed in my tips, When I had
reach the back door to the bar I could help but steal a look back to
the far corner of the room where the man had been sitting earlier
that night. To my surprise that the seat was empty. It was only when
I stepped outside did the strange sensation that I was being followed
or at least watched from close range at least. Picking up the pace I
started back towards my apartment, I did not want to be caught out at
night by a vampire. Especially since, I had not trained in around 2
years. Making a sharp right turn I had to pull up short to keep my
self from running into the figure that stood in the centre of the
path. I didn’t bother looking up as I apologised and tried to step
around them and I nearly did but the figure grabbed my arm that was
when it became apparent that I was dealing with a supernatural more
specifically a vampire. Before I could even blink the vamp had let
go of my arm and lunged for me. I side
stepped easily narrowly avoiding the attack. This
time when the demon lunged I was ready failing back into old patterns
I took a step forward bring my knee up into the Vampires stomach.
Stepping back for a brief moment t I was able to determine that this
particular vampire was female and still fairly new. With all of my
senses still focused on the fledgling I was oblivious to the new
arrival behind me until it was too late. Falling to my knees I could
feel a large hand move around my throat cutting of my air supply. My
vision was starting to cloud and I could feel the hot breathe of one
of the vamps on the back of my neck as a set of fangs grazed my
throat. That was when the female spoke.
“Max what do you think hunter blood tastes
like?” There was no reply but instead a muffled scream and before I
knew what was happening the hand that had once surrounded my neck was
gone. I tried to maintain a sitting position while I regained a stead
breath rate. Opening my eyes one at a time I could see the man from
the bar wiping a dagger on a discarded piece of clothing next to a
pile of decomposing vampire goo and another person kneeling beside
me.
After assessing the situation all I was able to
say was, “who, who are you guys?” The two men looked at me as if
I was a clueless high school girl, that was when I saw the tattoo.
The tattoo located in the forearm of one of the men was one that I
recognised instantly. Still possessing what to say next I climbed to
my feet. “Hunters?” I asked timidly. But this time instead of
getting a look the guy that had been sitting next to me spoke. “yes.”
The man spoke confidently as he continued, “I’m a Jones, he’s a
Parker.” He said pointing to his friend. I look both hunters over
once more before deciding whether or not to share my name. But my
choice was taken away from me when the guy who had been introduced as
a Parker spoke, “And you’re a hart. So can we please get going?”
I nodded my head and lead the way back to my
apartment. It was strange to bring to unknown men back to my home but
it needed to be done in order for me to find out why they were here.
Dropping my back in the living room, I headed
straight for the kitchen only returning to meet my guests once I had
three beers offering one to each before taking a seat on the opposite
couch. “Alright, talk.” I demanded. The two looked at each other
before one of the finally spoke.
“I’m Ethan, Ethan Jones and this is my
brother Nickolas, Nicolas parker.” The tone in Ethan’s
voice was light and clear but filled with a nervous tension that was
clearly not present when Nick finally decided to talk.
“I’ve had enough, listen up Hart those
vampires who attacked you earlier they are part of a much bigger clan
who has been hunting you for the past few months. We are here to help
you, to get you back in to prime hunting condition.” I was in
shock; Nick was so direct in the way he spoke compared to Ethan. I
more than certain that he could read my thoughts because what he said
next just made me angry. “Don’t say you don’t need our help, if
we hadn’t shown up when we did you be drained and left for dead by
now.” He was right if it hadn’t been for them I wouldn’t be
alive still but that didn’t matter I was never going to hunt again.
“I’m not a hunter anymore. I’m also capable
of taking care of myself so thank you for saving me but I don’t
need your help.” The look I gave them was the toughest one I could
muster but it clearly wasn’t enough, because it was Ethan’s turn
to make an argument.
“Listen Hart, we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t
think you were in danger. I’m assuming you have herd the rumours
about your families blood.” I nodded my head. “Then you know that
they are not going to stop hunting you until your dead.”
I gave a sigh of defeat, they were right I needed
their help if I was going to survive. “Fine.” Without a second
though I left the room waving for them to follow, once I knew they
were behind me I opened the front door. “Bye.” Was all I said as
they stepped through the freehold before closing the door behind
them.
It was only then did I let what I had just been
told really sink in. I was being hunted by vampires all because of
some stupid rumour about my family’s blood and what it could do for
a supernatural being.
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