Rebecca still sat with that vision in her head, the spray of blood, how it dazzled her like sparkles to a child. She held her mouth forcing herself to at least try and forget, she didn't want to resort to the blood bags in the fridge, she hated cold blood, she wanted it warm!Her mouth open she stroked her elongated fangs, they where at least short at the sight of the blood, but now, thanks to her entire day of prolonged grit and bare they were fully extended...Rebecca wanted blood, she needed blood! Deep in her she felt glad she got Benson's number and phoned him."Heya beautiful?""Are you up for a cup of coffee? Maybe I'll have something extra for you in my room?" She asked quickly."Uh, well..." She heard the voice of someone else, another girl "Who's that!? Gimme!"Rebecca twitched at the familiar voice coming into the speaker "This is Benson's new girlfriend! Who's this!?""Pff" she replies into the receiver and killed the line "F

Slowly opening her eyes Danté couldn't help look at them both individually, having two eye colours really did distract one's own eyes from making proper contact with them.Her smile appeared as her arms came around his neck, Danté didn't move, he was fascinated, her hands felt soft, the skin on her arms as the slid over his shoulders felt soft, she felt, normal.Her head came up and from his vision he only saw her frisky short cut hair, her breath now in his neck, what was this!? Then that sharp pain in his neck made him fly up from the couch slapping at it.He breathed heavily, it was a dream! But two sided one a nightmare, why did she haunt him? Was it that vision of her face clear in his cross hairs? They say a sniper's job in reality is a lot more personal than one thinks, you get to see the face of the one you kill, get to know him for a few seconds, then squeeze the trigger.Rebecca was the first he never shot, is this why he had th

Danté flew upright in his bed, he suddenly forgot how he got there, last thing he remembers was spending time with Rebecca on that football field, then its all a blank, did he drink himself into an oblivion? So much so that he forgot?He looked at his bedside table, his phone wasn't there, he flew up looking for it, everywhere, outside his car stood parked and there he found it under his seat, still recording.Danté felt a chill, usually when he left his phone on record it meant he wanted to catch something specific, although now he couldn't recall why, and when he placed it on record?Stopping it he played the recording back, he heard the muffled sounds of kissing and moaning from Rebecca, ice cold chills now, he had her in his car!?"Faster" was the last thing she said when he heard himself grunt, then groan, then it went quiet.Not long after that Rebecca spoke, and Danté could feel his soul leave him."You will forget everything after the football field""I

Skyler was still busy writing his name when he said the words 'anger issues?' Could it be the same Danté Rebecca spoke of moments ago? If so what could it mean?"Do you take any medication for it?""I drink, a lot, if that's considered medication?""How long have you used alcohol to douse the anger?""Almost six years" She wrote it down on her clipboard "Its a long time""I know""Any health issues due to it?""Not yet"She decided to beat around the bush in a sneaky way "Do you have someone in your life? A girl perhaps?""No, not really""Not really?"Danté didn't want to bring her up, but "I met this girl not too long ago, although because of my occupation I can't really give her the attention she deserves""What do you do?""I'm a dept collector"Skyler thought it might not be him then, according to Rebecca the Danté she spoke of was a tutor."I want you to think of her" she

Danté drew the RV into a truck parking lot and grabbed his bag, Vincent made sure to escort him to departures as he was ordered.Turning to him Danté threw the keys "Take care of her okay?""Will do"Vincent stood waiting to be certain Danté climbed onto the plane then left the airport. In the RV he first took a beer out of the fridge and opened it.The place was a mess, Vincent couldn't help be impressed at how well Danté drove this donkey of a vehicle, but as a result of that NASCAR stunt everything here was out of its place.He went through drawers and cupboards, checked the glove compartment and window visors, nothing stood out, just an old grandma's RV by all other means.He then noticed something sticking out underneath the rubble, kicking some away he picked up the small black book and opened it.His eyes went wide, a little side scheme Dante had, it wasn't unheard of for hunters to have things like this, the prob