The Hunter and the Vampire
she grinned, “you’d best get talking. Tell us everything you know.”
The walls opened up as I talked, weaving a new narration that told them everything they needed to know, and missed out everything they didn’t. Duty filled my veins, and even the guilt couldn’t find its way back in. My blood burned with the weight of it, a relentless pounding that thudded alongside my bones, telling me that this was right, that this was what I’d been made to do. Every inch of my body was packed with muscle, and my skin was scarred from the fights I’d won. I was a hunter, no matter who I loved, no matter my morals. Beneath it all, I knew what I had to do.
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