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.:Thirsty:.

The night was still, silent, save for his own heavy panting and the sound of his feet slapping against the pavement. Shit... how long had he been running? How long had he been chasing him? No one was out at this time of night. Last time he had checked it was 12:45 AM, and already it felt like he had been running for hours on end with no rest.

The cemetery came into view, and he ran faster, faster, past the gates and various tombstones. It was so eerie but he was more concerned about what was chasing him than the possibility of running into a zombie in here. Somewhere along the lines, he tripped over something and hit the ground hard with a sharp curse of pain. "Fuck!" His voice seemed to echo in the emptiness. It was times like these that he wished he came equipped with night vision.

Wait... what was that?

Joss listened hard.

...What had that noise been?

Heart pounding, the hunter slowly, cautiously got to his feet. There was a slight sound, like the rustle of leaves, or slow, deliberate footsteps against the grass coming his way, but there was nothing that he could see. As if his human eyes would help him in the dark... smooth, Joss, smooth.

Taking a few steps backwards, he finally turned and bolted again, deeper into the cemetery. Footsteps followed right behind him and he felt his heart pounding harshly against his chest. Fear or adrenaline, he couldn't be sure.

"Fuck..." He gasped as cold fear shot up his spine. That was laughter. Someone was laughing behind him! They were so close... he could practically feel their breath against the back of his neck. He forced his legs to move faster, but his lungs were burning and his muscles protested, refusing to cooperate.

It was like one of those nightmares; moving and moving but going absolutely nowhere.

'Joss,'

Crap! The hunter couldn't help the startled gasp from falling from his lips. He couldn't keep running. He was too tired, and at the exact same moment that he stopped running, something crashed into him, forcing him back until his back met something hard and rough.

A tree...

Joss hissed in pain and thrashed, struggling against the harsh grip his pursuer had him in.

"Shh," Cold breath tickled his ear and he instantly froze. "I won fair and square now. Don't struggle." A pause. "Or, go right ahead and struggle. You won't get very far."

Joss felt his heart skip a beat, chest tightening in fear. He was caught and he knew it. There was no where that he could go from here. Trees and various head stones surrounding them, making escape damn near impossible. Besides, how far did he really expect to get when it was a vampire holding him here to this tree; his cold breath against his neck, threatening yet... so alluring.

"You're getting faster," he commented, a nervous chuckle following. "good going, Vlad."

A/N: Alright, so, those who wanted that continuation of 'Hunted' here it is. The next chapter will be up soon, no worries~ Review? You get cookies.

- Matt