Hunters

The Hunter watched as the Ooman faced off against the beast. The beast was the same in appearance as the Ooman, but it was cold meat, known as Vampire by the Oomans. Most of the species pretended that they did not exist and cowered from them in there huts. Not this one though.

It had long been practice to leave fellow hunters to themselves. Allow them to die after a few days of fighting. The beast was always stronger than the hunter, and the hunter was weak like the rest of its species. But this hunter was strong, in body and will. He had stopped the cold meat from feasting on its spoils and was now dealing decisive blows to it.

The Ooman was even more impressive that he was crippled in the most horrendous of ways, the loss of his eye. To be rid of sight on only one side destroyed the hunters-eye, but the Ooman fought as though the injury did not exist. He fought as though he were one of the Yatjuta.

The hunter gave a surprised click as the Ooman destroyed the beast; yet another way in which the beasts differed from the hard meat, they were rendered into dust. At the sound of it's clicking, the Ooman turned his head and brought the distance weapon he carried to bear.

Knowing that it had been caught stalking, the Hunter decided to do this Ooman a service. De-cloaking itself, the Hunter stood to his full height and leveled its gaze at the Ooman. It was further impressed when the Ooman did not cower; it simply cocked its weapon to be sure that it had a shot within the barrel.

Nodding to its fellow Hunter, it unclipped something from its back, being careful to chose the right thing; and threw the item at the Ooman hunter's feet. The Ooman took several steps back, out of a potential blast zone, never taking its eyes from the Hunter.

The Hunter nodded once more at the Ooman before cloaking itself. Which it made its silent escape, it noticed that the Ooman's eyes neve left it.

Scotland

The ringing of a telephone could be heard in the darkness. There was a muffled curse as a middle-aged man stumbled from his room and in the general direction of the phone.

Picking it up he sighed out, "Yes?"

"Giles, I just met a Hunter."

"Xander, I would imagine there are many hunters in Africa. What makes this one so special?"

"It wasn't human."

"Ah, a demon then. I suppose you killed it? Again, I fail to see…"

"It wasn't a demon. I met a Hunter."

"If it wasn't a de…. Are you sure it was a Hunter?"

"Yes."

"And you're alive, the place you are isn't destroyed?"

"It gave me a present."

"Oh, dear."

"Yep."