Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Doll And Hunter

His blade gleamed silver, and his grin made my blood freeze. Before I could even scream, the hunter went flying backwards, his head cracking against the doorframe with a sickening sound. Derek’s hand was around his throat, dragging him back out into the hall like he was nothing but trash. His face and his eyes, they weren’t human anymore, glowing amber, sharp and wild. The hunter gurgled, spit blood, and went limp. I staggered back, heart racing, then saw it. Derek’s arm. Where the hunter’s blood touched his skin, it hissed. Smoke rose off his flesh. His veins were blackening under it.

Beneath the doll was a piece of paper with a chilling message: > “You will break like this. One by one.” Hunter grabbed the items and immediately checked for fingerprints. “She’s getting dirty.” Evalina stared at the doll, then crushed it in her hand. “Then I’ll play cleaner. And I’ll make it hurt more.”

My blood ran cold. Werewolves are allergic to silver. It burns our skin, stabbing into flesh like acid. And Hunter knew that. He knew exactly what he was doing. I couldn’t hide the fear that flashed across my face. I saw Hunter’s eyes light up at the sight, saw the twisted pleasure he took in seeing me afraid. "What’s the matter, Doll?" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Still feel like running that mouth of yours? Or are you too scared now?"

Gasps echo around the room at the sight of the large black werewolf licking the wounds of a random human girl. We barely register the sound of Doctor Boyd sending the nurses away before the sound of a door closing cuts off the whispers coming from the staff. Hunter continues to lick at Salara’s wounds, growling out at Doctor Boyd in warning when he dares to come near the bed. Doctor Boyd puts his hands up in the air to show that he is not a threat, motioning with one hand towards where Salara’s IV has been dislodged from our hurried licking. ‘Fix it and then back off.’ Hunter tells Doctor Boyd, his eyes fixed on the Doctor as he quickly moves to reinsert the IV into Salara’s arm.

He thought he heard a whisper of a pleading voice and it seemed to be asking him for his blood. Of course it was. Doll had been altered by Agent. He needed blood. That was why he hadn't woken up yet. Hades used one claw to puncture the vein at the inside of his elbow. Lifting Doll's head, he cradled him against his arm, pressing the fresh blood against the no-fur's pale lips. "Come on, pretty baby. There's plenty for you. You just have to drink it." The blood dripped down Doll's pretty pale face but he made no move to drink.

It was obvious he had been down here many times before and if he hadn’t then he did a good job of hiding it. Angel came and stood by my side as we watched together how the doctor tied the rubber band around the man’s bicep before taking a butterfly needle and a few bloods specimen bottles out of the bag filling each one to the top. Not once did the man flinch though I did catch his eyes fall on the neck of the doctor. He could be looking at his mark, yet it could be for another reason. One thing stuck in my mind causing Hunter to stir, the only thing I had ever known not to feel pain was a vampire. “Wolves DON’T mate with vampires” Hunter growled.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

We know their aim is to always find the chance, and when they get it, slaughter us. They have got the skill. In fact, a Hunter with no weapon whatsoever and whose hands are even tied together may kill a Vampire, if he's not being careful. Hunters are very advanced and more like us, supernatural, but it's just that their DNA is of a human, and they are solely made to protect Humans.

While some may believe Hunter acts impulsively, he never once acts without all the information. I don't know what I expected to see when I went to the cells, but it certainly wasn't that. I froze at the bottom of the stairs as my eyes landed on a nearly dead Sienna hanging from the ceiling. Her body was slightly swaying as blood continued to pour from open wounds across her body. She looked like a ghost of herself. I wasn't even sure why I was here. I wasn't the one that cleaned up after this. I was a doctor, not a forensic pathologist.

Below, the courtyard had become a slaughterhouse. Damon stood at the center of it all. He was everywhere at once, a blur of fury and blood, throwing himself between Hunters and his pack. A bullet slammed into his shoulder. He staggered, caught himself, kept moving. Another hit his side. Then his leg. Each wound smoked where silver burned through flesh, poisoning him with every shot. He didn't stop. I saw him take a bullet meant for a young wolf, barely eighteen, frozen in terror. Damon shoved him aside, the round tearing through his already wounded arm. The boy scrambled away, alive. Damon dropped to one knee, gasped, forced himself back up.