The_Hunted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A vampire hunter's account of a hunt that went wrong...

Submitted: November 17, 2011

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Submitted: November 17, 2011

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I sat in the shadows of a large building, watching the people as they walked past, umbrellas in hand. It was dark and getting late, and it made me wonder why people came out after dark. Didn’t they know about the dangers that the night held? I did, but they still got a hold of me.

It all happened about a year ago. My father and I were out hunting. It was what we did on a nightly basis, equipped with guns, arrows and silver bullets. They had been out in force for over a month, terrorising innocent humans, and we had been called in to take care of them. The leaders had kept the media under control, telling them that it was gang activity, but we all knew better. It had been a while since a vampire coven of this size had invaded the city.

We had an ambush planned. My father knew where they would be. He’d been tracking them for a while, trying to figure out a pattern in their attacks, and when he did, he told the rest of the hunters where to be and when. So we all hid in the shadows, guns at the ready. When we saw them, I could feel my heart beat faster. I’d never seen one up close before, but it was exactly like the stories told. They were all so pale, and walked with a kind of grace. One of them looked up at the sky, and I saw his face. She was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. Blonde hair that fell in soft curls, perfect features, and green eyes that shone like stars. I was mesmerised.

‘Don’t look at their eyes,’ my father warned, taking my wrist. ‘It will be the last thing you ever do.’

From beside me, I heard a shot fire. I looked to my left, where the other new kid was. He was shaking, sweating, and holding his gun aimed at the blonde haired vampire. The vamps below us all looked up to where we were and stared. I thought for a second that it took them a while to figure out what was going on, but I saw the look that said they knew exactly what was going on.

‘You fool,’ my father said. ‘Look what you’ve done!’

‘I couldn’t wait,’ the boy said, his voice shaking. ‘They were there. I had to do something.’

I looked back at the ground where the vamps were – or had been. I shook my dad’s arm and pointed. He looked and I saw his eyes widen. The space where the vampires had been was empty, not a sign to say that they had stood there only a few minutes before. My father spun around and aimed his gun and fired into the dark. I heard a grunt and a thud before the thought crossed my mind, They’re behind us.

They ran at us as we jumped up from our positions and picked a vampire to fight – or in some cases, a group of the monsters. The vampire that attacked me was a male, tall with dark hair and, of course, perfect features. His eyes, however, were blazing a blood red. I avoided looking at them as best I could while I fought him, but taking him down was harder than I had thought. We fought for what felt like ages. I thought I had him beat until he backed me against the wall. And then I made the mistake that changed me for the rest of my life. I looked into his eyes. His mesmerising eyes. I felt dizzy. They were so beautiful; a deep green that reminded me of a meadow, of a more peaceful time, before I knew about vampires and what my family did.  I felt weak. I fumbled for the gun at my hip and pulled it out of its holster. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the vampire’s, and I felt the gun slip through my fingers. He took slow steps towards me, and I stayed where I was.

‘Josie!’ I heard my father yelling my name. The sound was distant, and I couldn’t tell how far away he was. ‘Don’t look at his eyes! Josie!’ He grunted, and I felt the need to look away and see if he was okay, but I couldn’t look away from the eyes of the vampire.

Still he walked towards me until he was standing so close. He tilted his head to the side and brushed my hair away from the side of my neck. I was feeling so dizzy, I thought I would collapse. My knees buckled and the vampire caught me in his arms. I looked up at him as he leaned in and sunk his sharp fangs into my neck. My senses returned to me, and all I could feel was the pain. I heard myself screaming, I could hear people calling my name. Someone yelled to retreat, and everyone ran away. I heard a shot, and the vampire dropped me. Everything went silent, and I was left by myself, writhing in pain. The next thing I knew, everything went black.

When I came to, I knew what had happened. No-one gets bitten by a vampire and survives, even me. I felt for a pulse, and felt none. I looked down at my hands, hoping to see the tanned skin that I always had. They were as pale as freshly fallen snow. I lie back on the ground and stare at the stars, a sight I had to get used to, because I knew that it was all I would be seeing for the rest of my existence. I was a vampire, the very being that I had been trained to hate, to kill. It was there and then that I swore I would hunt down the rest of the vampires and kill them all, even if it ended me.

So this is where it leaves me. Crouched in the dark, sheltering from the rain, fighting the urge to jump on the next human to walk past and drain them dry. I know what I’m looking for, I’ve done it before. I sit and wait for my prey, ready to pounce and rid the world of the vermin that has invaded it.


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