All Chapters of His Little Hunter: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DAMIEN’S POVI stood there in shock as my eyes took in the gruesome scene. There was no trace of the vamp’s head in sight, only a mix of finely crushed skull fragments and brain matter. His head was missing from the point where the collar had sat on his neck. All that remained of his head was the deep crimson that painted the walls and floors of Allison’s room and of course, bits of skull fragments and brain matter here and there. Given my line of work, I was well acquainted with the sight of gore and carnage but a wave of nausea hit me as I took in the scene and the pungent smell of blood in the air wasn’t helping matters.His head had bloody exploded. What a brutal way to go. Leave it to an abomination to think up such a deranged way to kill a person. ‘’Do forgive me for the mess.’’ The female said with a deceptively polite smile as she swiped at her blood-stained cheek with the back of her hand. She only succeeded in smearing the blood across her face rather than cleaning it like

ALLISON’S POVI was well acquainted with pain. For a very long time, it was all I knew. It was what shaped me into the person I was today.In the two years I spent as Michail’s blood slave, there wasn’t a form of pain I hadn’t endured. Physical pain, emotional pain – I’d seen it all and the deep scars that cut across my being were proof of it.But this…This pain was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It felt like liquid fire had replaced all the blood inside me and with each beat of my heart, the fire spread, scorching me from within. I was swarmed with this overwhelming urge to peel my own skin off, all in hopes of making the pain stop. It was absolutely unbearable.It wasn’t like a physical injury where you could at least pinpoint the source of the pain; heaven knew how much I would have preferred that. No, this pain came from within. No origins, but I felt it everywhere.Every inch of my skin felt hot, like someone held a flame close enough to my skin to cause extreme discomfo

ELIAS’ POVI knew what to expect when I entered the prison.I was prepared to see the hunter writhing in pain from the poison coursing through her veins; that was the whole point of this punishment after all. But the reality was far more grievous and unsettling than my expectation. The sight that greeted me when I stood outside her cell had nearly ripped my heart into shreds.She was indeed in pain; that much was clear at first glance.There was no sign of the fearless female from before. Her smallish frame hung low, her legs seeming to have given out on her a while ago. Her knees were angled towards the ground. The only thing that held her up was the shackles that bound her wrists to the ceiling. The skin on her wrists was chafed and bruised, so much so that I caught hints of blood around her cuffs.She looked every bit like the prisoner she was. The sight should have gladdened me, but it didn’t. It only spurred conflict in my heart.Her head was downcast when I entered, but she lift

ALLISON’S POVFocus, Allison.Focus on anything else but the thirst.But that was easier said than done when all I could think of was the unbearable dryness that plagued my throat. It was maddening.My skin was hot and damp with my sweat but this wasn’t a side effect of the poison. No, the poison had long worn off. Neither Alistair nor his master had returned with another dose in hours. Whether they’d forgotten about their prisoner or had something more devious brewing was beyond me but I was grateful for the reprieve.I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to not feel like the blood in my veins had turned to acid or like millions of tiny spears repeatedly pierced my skin.The period of reprieve hadn’t lasted long, however, because the pain returned with violence and it wasn’t because of the poison.What I felt now was fully the brunt of the change happening to my body. I’d read the transition came with an assortment of symptoms but this was unbearable, almost as bad as the poison. My

ALLISON’S POV But what other choice did I have? Already I felt extremely jittery without the blade by my side. Time and time again I’d reached low to grip the hilt in search of the comfort it offered only to find the sword missing. That sword was the most important thing I owned. It signified my triumph over Michail. It was a testament to everything I’d endured and overcome. Most importantly, it was mine. It was the one thing that truly belonged to me in this world where everything had been taken from me. It was my trophy, regardless of how I’d acquired it. As unreasonable as it sounded, I wasn’t willing to part ways with it. I’ll have to get it back. How hard could it be? I’ve gone on plenty of heists in the past and more than enough stealth and recon missions. Spying on or stealing items from scary immortals without getting caught wasn’t new to me. Sure, all those missions were done in a team with Damien covering my ass, but how different could it be? Yeah, I could do thi