A Hunter For Cathy's Fantasies. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

It was several hours in the morning before sanity returned. The once-crowded environs of JAZZ' was no longer crowded. No more music, no more drunken partygoers staggering out of the club. No bouncers lining the sides of the small club. The busy parking lot was now empty, free of people. But there was blood. Blood splatters on the road, cars, and the outside walls. Blood on the steps leading up to the club. A long thin river of blood streamed from the inside of the club to the outside and all over the ground were the body parts of both humans and supernaturals. Nothing moved, no one breathed. But among the pile of blood and flesh was Ted. He opened his eyes and crawled into a seated position groaning. His face, hands, legs - every part of his naked body was covered in blood. Even his hair was matted to his head with blood. The red lights in the club had been replaced with bright fluorescent lights which caused him to squint his eyes. "Ugh, what the hell...?" He crooked. But there

The next time Cathy woke up she had to squeeze her eyes shut as soon as she opened them. She was in a very white room. The walls were white, the lights burned a bright white fluorescent and the bare ground was just as white. After being drugged to sleep for so long she couldn't bear to open her eyes to the brightness. Worst of all her hands were tied above her head and because the room was so bright she couldn't even raise her face to see what she was tied to. Her arms hurt even worse than when the brotherhood abducted her and tied her up like a pig in a meat shop. When she tried to move out of her tight position so that she could find some relief for her arms, Cathy realized that her naked body moved in such a slow motion that it seemed like she was moving in her imagination and wasn't really moving in real-time at all. The drugs from the arrows were still in her system. Cathy forced herself to take a deep breath and as she did fragments of her memories returned to her. She a

Teddy was a very small man. He was the smallest man who ever became a Hunter and a Brother. Because of his small height, he had not been fully made an assassin, instead, he was a helper and helpers went on missions with Brothers. He may not be as athletic as Theodore or as burly as Max but he was faster on his feet than anyone else which was why he was able to quickly block the door when the remaining two Dark Storm triplets came rushing into Ted's apartment threatening to raise hell. Chase who was in front raised a hand as if to hit Teddy but he controlled himself. Teddy wasn't the man he wanted to beat to a pulp so he forced deep breaths in through his nostrils into his lungs. "My sister is missing...""How do you know that?" Teddy asked. He was scared of Chase and Carl. They both were twice his size and in a battle of fists he knew he was no match for them but he had a duty to perform - protect Theodore. Well, protect Theodore and keep the monster away. From behind Chase Carl g

Edward stared at her in disgust. At that moment she was the most repulsive thing he had ever seen and it wasn't because of her body or the vomit in front of her, it was the monstrosity the woman with the deep scar had removed from her body. Cathy was sprawled on the floor, brown eyes drained of life as she stared at the child. It was not like any child she had ever seen before. It didn't matter to her that the woman with the scar had just torn into her belly with a dagger to viciously yank the child from out of her womb. It didn't matter that she had bled for several hours before Edward injected her with the purple-colored liquid that was supposed to make her heal. She could only stare in amazement but with dead eyes at the child in front of her. This child was the reason she had been strangely sick, the reason why she couldn't eat basic human food without retching the contents of her belly, the reason she was losing so much blood until she had to switch to a diet of only blood and

Anthony waited until he was sure that no one could hear their conversation before taking off the surgical gloves he had put on for effect. He walked slowly to his suitcase where he disposed of the gloves and fished out a scapular which he slipped into the pocket of his white coat then took a thin, clear, and flexible pipe. Teddy watched the man suddenly skeptical about being left alone with him. He didn’t know much about shapeshifters but he knew to stay the hell away from them. They were cunny and worst predators than their vampires. Because there was a bit of almost everything supernatural in them there was no telling the kind of dormant character one shapeshifter possessed. Even brothers of the same shape-shifting parents had different characters and weaknesses. Some shapeshifters were docile while others were the wildest things you ever saw but there was no way of telling which from which without getting close enough to get hurt. This was why every supernatural hunter stayed the h