Chapter Four: Hunt

Very exciting chapter, hunt in the begining, laughs, tears, and another hunt ;)

Chapter Four

 

 

It was nearly 3 AM in the morning; otherwise known as the demon hour. We were all gathered in the front room, distributing territories to each other.  Tonight was our first hunt, to drink, not to kill. And the excitement was buzzing like an electric current throughout the room. Even I couldn’t deny the anticipation I could feel in my bones.

             I smiled, flashing my fangs to my fellow hunters of the night. Maybe it was the thrill of hunting prey or the fact that I hadn’t had fresh blood in a long time. Tonight we all shared a kinship of guilty pleasure. Feelings true covens learned to cope with, and help each other with.

            “NewOne you’ll be placed in the neighborhood nearest to Albuquerque High School, do you prefer to hunt alone?” Illiana asked me easily, as if we were talking about a favorite food.

            “I really don’t mind,” I answer. My eyes gleamed with anticipation for blood, and for once I don’t feel nauseated at the thought.

            “You’ll be hunting with Penn.” She gestured towards a Werewolf with bronze colored hair, hazel eyes; he was a smaller version of his older brother, Phantom.

            We strutted out of the house, all of us giddy with the needing of blood, our fangs throbbing, some of us salivating slightly. Are footsteps were barely heard against the whisper of the wind, the chirping of musical crickets. I noticed our skin turning ghostly translucent; blending in with the dark.

            Tonight we wouldn’t be using car as transportation, our muscles were strong enough to take us long distances, with inhuman speed. I tied up my hair into a loose bun on the top of my head, and nodded to Penn. As he caught my gesture, he immediately transformed into a black wolf. His teeth gleaming, his eyes frighteningly silver.

            Running side by side towards a suburban neighborhood next to an over populated High School, we forged a comradeship. My muscles moved efficiently, effortlessly, running faster than track stars of the Olympics. I felt free, letting my prejudices against myself leave, and grasping my new life with open arms. I smiled, the wind whipping my face, and laughed with exhilaration.

            Penn transformed back into his awkward, fifteen year old self, grinning easily. I stopped running, and let the wind stop its caress across my cheeks.

            “So, what to do now?” I asked, letting my long hair fall loose. I looked up at the dark, mysterious houses before me, not a single light on.

            “We choose a house, break in, and drink, or lick in my case,” Penn laughed.

            “How do we choose?” I frowned, so much to choose from…

            “Hmmm…” Penn paused, and strained his ears. “That one,” he pointed towards the last house on the cul-de-sac. He felt my gaze on him, and answered my obvious question in my head.  “There’s only one snore in that house, and it happens to be a male, by the sound of his loud snores. A teenager, 16 perhaps.”

            “You’re good.” I commented, already stalking the house, my target the only thing I saw.

            “Naw, its just my highly acute senses, you seem to be a natural, though.”

            “How so?”

            “Well first, you’re so frighteningly beautiful right now. Two, your moving with silence, which only matured vampires can do. And three, your totally focused on the hunt.”

            “Thanks,” I mumbled, vaguely aware of Penn turning back into his Werewolf form.

            Together we made are way towards the house, testing the air for any threats that may expose us. When all was clear, Penn jumped the fence and I followed silently after him. We rounded the corner and I opened the sliding door; humans always forgot the easiest door to lock. I smiled.

            Two, simple steps and I was in. I could hear everything now. Penn was right, only a male was sleeping in this big, lonely house. By the sound of his heart, he was still young, and had the sweetest blood. It was like pure sugar in a liquid form. Behind me, keeping watch, Penn followed me up the stairs. It wasn’t long till I was standing over the boy.

            He was ridiculously handsome. His hair a deep, golden tousled blonde colored hair. His features so perfect, he could have been a vampire himself. But by the sound of his heart, he was definitely human. A pity, he would never know what happened to him tonight. Oh well.

            Then an idea struck me.

            It shot across my mind like lightning, the comprehension coming like thunder only three seconds later. I could have some fun, couldn’t I? It wasn’t against the rules. His mind would be completely wiped clean after Penn and I was done with him. My fangs throbbed for blood, but I suppressed the feeling, it wouldn’t be long now.

            Penn, I reached out with my mind instinctively.

            Telepathic too? This early? Nice. His “voice” sounded impressed.

            I ignored his compliment. Would you hide in the shadows for a second, I have an idea.

            Can’t we just eat already, I’m hungry, he whined impatiently.

            Please Penn, this one time only, promise.

            Oh, fine. Your highness… He moved off into the corner, blending with the dark so well, I couldn’t even make out his shape.

            My focus went back to my prey. His snoring was subsiding and he looked beautiful. The blue vein in his neck looking so…mouthwatering. Wake up, I called to him. His eyes fluttered open, to my satisfaction, and for a moment he looked dazed, confused.

            He finally noticed me.

            “What the…,” He trailed off, his baby blue eyes widening.

            “Shhh,” I shushed him, putting my long finger on his pink lips.

            “Who are you?” He mumbled under my finger.

            “A dream.” A nightmare, I corrected inside my head. Okay, I admit I was being a little dramatic. What I had just said sounded like it came from a Soap Oprah on TV; something from All my Children or Days of Our Lives. It was kind of fun, though. Penn mentally snorted, but I ignored it.

 

            I grabbed the boy’s face between my hands, and leaned in. I inhaled his scent, so yummy. His breathing started to come out ragged, when my lips were just centimeters away from his. I could sense his arousal, and it was a turn on in itself. Giving in to him, I touched his lips with mine. His response was urging me on, but I stopped.

            Instead my eyes locked in on his neck. I striked. Warm, salty blood entered my mouth, and I sucked in deeply. It was so delicious. I forgot how much fresh blood was so exhilarating. Sucking out his life, gave me life so powerful, I could feel my muscles gaining immense strength. It seemed to warm my body from my tips of my toes to my fingers.

            You’re going to end up killing him you know. Penn’s voice startled me, and I dropped the boys head, turning around to face the young werewolf.

            Sorry, I guess you want a turn.

            You got it. I reluctantly moved away from the bed. I seemed to buzz all over, almost like the feeling of being drunk. It was hard to stand on my two feet. Penn took my place, and started lapping up the blood from his neck, with his big, pink tongue. I tapped my foot impatiently; I swear he was taking a lot more blood than I had.

            Done yet? I asked, sarcastically.

            Hey, I’m young, I need the nutrition.

            Three years younger than me, wow, what a difference.

            He barked out a laugh, and moved away. I went back to the bed and checked his pulse. He was still going strong, and the bite mark would be gone by late morning. I wiped the excess blood off, and licked his wound, so he would lose no more blood. The sheets seemed clean, and so was his mind. Penn and I left the house, stronger than ever.

            By the time we arrived back at the house, the sky was turning a light grey. Everyone seemed satisfied, and we were ready to sleep. Like a bear who eats a lot just before hibernation, and then they sleep for the whole winter. My fangs didn’t throb anymore, and the energy was still buzzing through me.

            “I feel like I can run across the entire earth, and still be back before lunch,” Sabrina exclaimed as we sat around the living room together. A lot of us were bunched up together on sofas, and love seats.

            “How long has it been since we had fresh blood,” Blaze wondered aloud.

            “A month.” Several people answered simultaneously.

            “It seemed like a year to me,” Hannah said, exasperated.

            “You’re lucky you aren’t a Werewolf. We have a lot less self control, and we usually eat flesh too,” Silver explained, her violet eyes probing us.

            Phantom seemed amused by her comment, “Maybe you don’t have self control Silver, but I haven’t eaten flesh in about three years.”

            “That’s not fair! You’re not counting the thousands of sheep, and cows you’ve stripped clean.” Emmy narrowed her green eyes, her dark mocha skin glistening.

            Chase laughed at his cousin, and joined the conversation. “Yeah, isn’t that how the legend of the Chupacabra came about?”  Sal and Fierce howled with laughter, pointing at Phantom behind his back, and imitating his scowl.

            “Shut up,” Phantom mumbled, throwing a pillow at Chase. He seemed at ease though, and rested his head against the pillow on the couch.

            “Aw, you guys just hurt his ego.” Penn laughed at his brother. “It’s okay, bro; at least you don’t use your prey as sex toys.” He shot a mischievous stare at me, and I blushed.

            “We all know Fierce likes to rape his prey before the feast.” Aiden grinned, and everyone looked at the secluded vampire in the corner. His black hair, and red highlights making him look even more terrifying. And his eyes! The pupils were cat like, that were red, and his entire eyeball was black…

            “Not this time.” Fierce’s voice was bored, and somewhat angry.

            “He’s right, I was talking about NewOne,” Penn explained, and I cursed at him under my breath. His grin widened. Well, that was the last time I was ever going to hunt with him.

            “We all like to make are hunts exciting,” Oddem said, sticking up for me. This was the first time I had ever heard her talk. But everyone wasn’t looking at her; they were all staring at me.

            “Don’t we all like a little spice, here and then?” Hannah teased, her brown eyes smiling. “So did you dress up as nurse or as a maid?”

            “I just, I don’t know, it was just a kiss,” I stuttered. “Besides the boy was super hot, like yummylicous,” I explained. All the girls seemed to get what I was talking about, but the guys seemed interested in what else I did to him. “I swear it was just a kiss,” I replied over and over, as the guys kept bombarding me with the same question.

            “How about you give us a little kiss too?” Sal asked, puckering his lips at me. I rolled my eyes at him, and stuck my tongue out. We all started laughing.

            After our little gathering in the living room subsided, one by one we left, going up to our rooms. The sun had just come up, and we needed our rest. The energy also needed to settle in our body.

            I lay in my bed, breathing in out evenly, not quite ready for sleep to take me. I wondered about the boy I had drunk from, would he remember even a snippet of what had happened? He was probably at school by now, and the bite would be gone. Would he be dizzy during Gym class with the lack of blood? I was amused by the thought of him, my official not dead victim. I smiled.

            My eyes closed the smile still on my lips. Dreams came in as they pleased, pleasant ones; but all similar in one shape or form. Every time, the same green eyes staring at me, watching me as I slept. I could sense some of the thoughts too. He thought I was beautiful, yet disturbed as I slept. The boy watching me was so caring, but sad. He didn’t like that he was meant to kill me.

 

* * *

            “A tracker,” I snorted at Ivy, her face always amused, like a curios kitten.

            “It’s true, I can smell it on you,” she explained, more serious than ever.

            I laughed at her conclusion. Not to long ago I had awoken from a dream of the beautiful girl. I explained these dreams to Ivy, and her answer was that I was tracker. She said that those dreams were to give me her location, so that I could kill her.

Why the hell would I kill the girl? I would rather use that information to introduce myself to her.

            I shook my head.

            “Ivy, are you a little tipsy or something, from last night?” I eyed her carefully, she still smelt like alcohol, and something like apple?

            “No,” she snapped, and the reconsidered. “Maybe, but that doesn’t matter, I know what you are!”

            “Okay,” I said playing along. “Say, I am a tracker. What exactly is that?”

            She sighed in relief. “A tracker is a person meant to kill a vampire, they are bound to kill. Usually the vampire is an actual vampire, who was born with the gene or something like that. Anyways, you’re meant to kill this bloodsucker to keep the universe in balance.”

            “Vampire.” I said slowly, not sure that I heard her right.

            “Yup,” she replied happily. And then I started laughing. I laughed so hard, tears came streaming down my face. I was rolling on the floor, holding my stomach. Ivy was the best practical joker ever! “Are you done?” She snapped.

            “Vampire, tracker” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Ha, ha, ha; that’s hilarious!” I got up from the floor still chortling.

            “I’m serious!” Ivy replied, smacking my arm.

            “Ow,” I mumbled, rubbing the spot she hit.

            “Then believe me.” She pouted, and I had to admit, that if this was a joke, she would have said that a long time ago.

            “Ivy I’ll believe you, if you prove it,” I said after a long pause.

            She considered this. “Fine. Hmm…Okay you know how I said I can smell it on you; well you can probably smell me too.” I raised an eye brow.

            “I smell alcohol,” I said, sniffing.

            “And,” she prompted.

            “And…apple, no mango, what perfume are you wearing?”

            “I’m not wearing any. Smell in deeper, what do you think lies behind the fruity smell?”

            I followed her directions, and frowned. Behind the alcohol, behind her fruity smell I sensed confusion, annoyance, and impatience. “You’re frustrated with me,” I said wondering, if it was true. I smelt again, she was now relieved, and now that she was relieved the smell changed to a beach breeze. My eyes widened.

            “Now do you believe me?” Her face was relaxed, and her runny mascara stood out against her white skin.

            “What were you saying before, about Vampires?”

 

* * *

            I sat up, quickly. I had this weird feeling that I was being watched, this very second. My eyes scanned my blue room, and my ears strained to hear every little sound. Nothing. I shoved the sheets off me, and got off of the bed, stretching slightly. My muscles were a little sore from using them last night, but they were strong, and pumped up to go.

To my annoyance, I was to wound up from my false alarm to go back to my nap. Yawning, I trudged out of my room, and walked at a slow pace down the hall way. No one was awake, loud snores and breathing filled the house; except, the voices coming from the bottom room, Illiana’s office.

Shifting into my vampire self, I walked with the silence of the air, and stalked the voices coming from her office. I was near her door, and could hear what they were saying. I paused, and strained my ears to hear there muffled voices.

“She’s a danger.” I was shocked by how irritated Ivanna sounded, she was never in my fan club, but she never seemed this hostile.

“We took her in, Ivanna. We can’t just desert her,” Illiana argued, passionate as ever.

“No, sister, you took her in! We never voted on it!”

“If we banish her, she’ll just be an easier target. We can’t let her die, she’s important.”

Ivanna laughed, “Important? She’s a nuisance to this coven.” My heart stung with the venom leaking from her words. I never knew she disliked me this much.

“She’s a true vampire, and she needs protection. We can’t let her die. She’ll most likely rule our word one day, like Eve is doing now.”

“Exactly she’s a true vampire! This means there’s a tracker already chosen to kill her. And that puts our coven in the line of fire. If he tracks her down, they get us too.” Illiana didn’t answer and I hoped she wasn’t considering what Ivanna was saying. “Do you know why this city hasn’t been claimed by a coven already? It’s because this city is probably a recruiting for them,” Ivanna spat.

“What do you mean?” Illiana asked cautiously.

“When I was a tracker, there were some twisted, sick trackers out there who didn’t stop at the vampire they were chosen to kill. Certain cities were claimed by them to recruit and make there own covens.”

“Covens of trackers,” Illiana’s voice shook.

“Yes, sister. Now do you understand why, she is a threat to our lives?”

“We don’t have to live here.”

“They’ll ask questions.”

“But we knew this was coming. My visions have been telling me of a war for a long time! I just thought it would be between Werewolves and us. That’s why I made peace with the Werewolves, that’s why they are apart, of our coven now…” Illiana trailed off.

I didn’t stay to here Ivanna’s response. I ran, and ran till I was flying out the door. Why didn’t they tell me? Is this what everyone was keeping from me? That I was going to die, because some sick person was going to kill me. It didn’t make any sense!

I grabbed the keys on the wall in the garage, and clicked the button. I was more than relieved when a red Ferrari’s lights on went on. I needed something fast.

 

 

(To be Continued…)

 

Author's Note

Thanks for reviweing, I appreciate constructive critisicism. Ignore spelling please. :) I'll post more on this chapter very soooon, promise.

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