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Davina clutched a stuffed animal, curled up among my siblings, who had died trying to protect her. In my final breath, amidst excruciating pain, I lay on my back, staring at the sky. A flash illuminated the darkest night of my life. Through tears, I roared ferociously, unleashing all my pain, fury, and hatred coursing through my veins. Hunter approached, looking down at me with a diabolical grin on his fanged face. “I’ll see you in hell, child!” Hunter snarled, driving his claws into my chest and ripping out my heart.

I’m a hunter searching for his prey. My eyes adjust to the darkness, and my body fills with tension as I ready myself for a fight. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…” I sing, my voice that of someone I don’t even know. The wind blows, and the moon shines brightly down on me as I stare up at it. How confused and fucked up, am I? A twig snapping in the distance brings me from my thoughts, and it is then that I see the shadow of a man looming by the perimeter wall. If he thinks he is getting away, he has another thing coming.

Because the moment we hit the end of the alley, a floodlight snaps on across the street— and a hunter’s voice calls out, calm and certain: “Got you.”

I wanted to taste his cum. My movements quickened. "Alessandro," he grunted. And soon he was coming with a choked cry, body shaking like a leaf in autumn. "Fucckkkkk," he sang as he clung to me. Hot cum spurted down my throat, filling my mouth and even spilling over my tongue. Eagerly, I swallowed every single drop. Then I kept sucking him off gently until his body finally grew steady. He whimpered and tried to pull away when the high was over for him.

He holds his arm out to me like in the twenties, and I hook mine in his. Despite the fear, it seems fitting. We walk, and the ceremonialist raises an eyebrow of "Is it time already?" or "doesn't the bride have to be late?" My dad, who is now keeping me upright, takes the first step to the sound of Thousand Years by Christina Perri on piano and cello. A smile freezes on my face as people train their full attention on me, and when I look a little further ahead for a split second, I feel my heart stop. Hunter has his hands behind his back, a purple handkerchief peeping from his breast pocket and smiling at me in the same way when I saw him standing in front of the college waiting for me as he l

Come on, baby, wake up. Before completely being consumed in darkness, I hear her cough up the water she took in. "Hunter." A smile comes to my lips as darkness takes over.

“So, let me get this straight, you have no idea what she smelled like but it was distracting enough that her partner managed to get a clean shot on you.” My nails ripped into the arm of my chair and I cursed at losing another chair. I had been going through them like crazy this last week. The older hunter had snuck up on me. The girl with her lithe build and plump lips had drawn my attention and the sound of the shot was what drew me from her siren’s call. If I’d been mortal, I wouldn’t have been able to move fast enough to avoid being shot in the heart. I knew well enough that I was outmatched at that moment and I’d slipped into the darkness of the woods.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

And I will tell her that as soon as we get to the house. We walked back to my place in silence, trying to appear casual in case anyone else was watching us. But if there were others around, Diana would know it, so we should be safe for now. “So, do you have any actual food in this place?” The Hunter questioned. Yes, I’m going to call him The Hunter. If I use his name, it’s like accepting that he’s staying. Sort of like if you name a stray cat or dog, you now have a pet. I don’t need a pet human.

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’