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.