Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Damon’s Point of View

As soon as I saw who had contacted me, I smiled, made an excuse and left. Naturally, I had no intention of telling the guys where I was going. I wasn’t stupid. I was the TINIEST bit annoyed, but overall, I wasn’t. I was gonna miss out on the fun of whatever Luke had planned, and what Michael had done didn’t really satisfy the sadist in me, but, I suppose they weren’t my toys to play with. My night will come again soon, For now, that murder itch just had just gnawed away at me until I could scratch it.

We only went hunting once a month, well, once a month each. Michael and Luke often hunted on the same evening, it's something they’ve always done, they seem happy enough to share their evening, mine was always before theirs and Joey’s was always after. It was annoying, having to ration it like that, but it's how we stayed under the radar, and once we hit a location for a victim, we don’t hit it again for a little while after, again, less suspicion th