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Chapter 1

"Where are they?"

Two men stood in the center of an old barn. Their hair was long and tangled. One was rather handsome, with nice green eyes and a strong jaw. The other was less than appealing to the eye but much better than most mundanes with a hooked nose that had been broken one to many times and murky brown eyes that appeared sunken in. But they were distinguished by the swords they carried and the Empire symbol that was sewed into their shirts with a cross hanging above it. Hunters. But not like the Nephilim, no, never like them. But hunters of a different kind. It was the type that was considered a disgrace.

"I dunno. Said they'd be here in a minute or two, never thought they'd take their goddamn time," one of the men responded.

He yanked the chain that led to their latest catch, as if to pronounce his sentence, his green eyes flashing. Impatience laced through both of the Hunters, making them grind their rotting teeth. The silence and boredom of their wait made for uneasy twitching and shuffling of feet.

He yanked at the chain again, making the small girl they'd caught whimper. The boy next to her shushed her, his eyes flashing as glanced at the Hunters. Back to silence.

"You hear that, children? You've been spared whatever is to come 'imply because a couple of Pickers was too busy for the lot of you," the man said, yanking the chain again.

He sniggered at his friend, rotten teeth flashing. In return his friend walked around the two children they'd caught, his boots crunching as he walked over hay. He came to a stop in front of the girl.

"Aren't you a pretty one?"

Silence.

"Have you flowered yet?"

Silence.

He lifted his hand and ran it along the girl's cheek, chuckling when the girl flinched away. He'd noticed when he first started hunting that little girls always felt uncomfortable around him. He'd never done anything they thought he'd do to them, but being a Hunter was a curse to carry the weight of what the Hunters represent. He looked up at his friend, who had a wolfish grin on his face.

"Wipe that fuckin' grin away, will you? Not a finger on her," he warned.

"Come off it Daf, she's bound to be a virgin. I love how they're always tight," his friend whined.

Daf looked down at the girl. Like all Light-Blooded, she was beautiful. Her eyes were the color of the sea with beautiful flicks of blue. Long lashes rimmed them and her brown hair was cut short. Her lips were tightly pressed together, but he could still see that she had messing teeth. She was nine years old at the most.

"I like them tight to, but this one is untouchable. I 'ave a feeling she's worth a lot," Daf murmured.

His friend snorted. Daf watched as he brought a cigarette to his lips.

"Oi, those things are bad for you. Back in the day, they ran loads of tests- "
"Those tests can suck my big meaty cock," he interrupted.

Daf laughed.

"Let's not be indecent around such a beauty, you cunt," he responded, laughter lacing his words.

"But seriously, I'd fuck her 'till she liked it," the man said, running his greedy green eyes along the girl's tiny body.

Daf rolled his eyes.

"She'd never like it. Remember, she's a Light-Blood. They have standards," Daf volleyed back.

He watched his friend closely as he drew a long puff from his cigarette. Daf looked down at his feet, knowing that his friend had already decided he was going to fuck the girl. He looked at the small girl. Pity clouded his vision as his friend handed him the boys chain and hauled the girl away. Pity clouded him as he heard the cries of the girl as his friend pushed himself into her. Pity clouded him as he heard the weak thumps of the girl's fist on his friends back. Pity clouded him as his friend's pace quickened as he neared his end.

Silence suddenly coated the air around them as his friend released himself inside the child. After a couple of minutes, he began again. Daf looked at the boy, whose hands were balled into tight fists at his sides. The boy's dark hair hid his face. Daf reached into his pocket, digging out a pack of his cigarettes, trying his best to ignore the groans and pained whimpers that escaped from his friend and the girl respectively.

"You want one, boy?" Daf murmured as he lit his death.

He took a puff, inhaling the terrible smoke then exhaling it slowly through his nose. It stung a bit, but he enjoyed the sensation nonetheless.

"Sure," the boy whispered.

Daf plucked out a cigarette, lit it with the butt of his and passed it to the boy. He held it strangely then took a puff. He immediately sputtered and began to cough heavily. Daf chuckled.

"First one always sucks. Give it a few more and you'll find the joy in them."

The boy nodded.

"I know," he whispered.

Daf heard his friend let out a groan that signified he was finished. Then the bastard started up again.

"Daf was it?" the boy asked.

Daf turned to the little guy.

"Yes, that's me. What do ya want?" he asked.

"Return me to my fathers and they'll make it worth your while," the boy said.

Daf burst out laughing.

"And how much would that be? One of you little Light-Blooded call for fifty cold crowns to a hundred gold crowns. Explain to me how a Rebel could possibly have more than that?" he breathed out.

"My fathers do. Take me to them and they'll pay you handsomely," the boy whispered.

Daf looked outside of the barn. The rhythm of his friend was still consistent as he fucked the small girl.

"How much?" he asked again.

"Five-hundred gold crowns to a thousand gold crowns."

Daf looked over at the boy, skeptic at the boy's claims.

"Where would I be taking you?"

"West."

Daf heard his friend coming back, the chain for the little girl clinking loudly as he dragged her in.

"What's with you? Look like you seen a ghost," his friend chuckled.

A thousand gold crowns echoed in Daf's head, drowning out his friend's joke.

"It was nothing, just thought I saw someone back there," he responded pointing to the back of the barn.

"Where?" asked his friend taking the bait. He handed the girls chain to him and walked toward the place that Daf had pointed out.

"Over by the window," he whispered.

His friend stepped closer to it, shading his eyes. Daf reached for his dagger and let it fly. His friend lurched forward as the blade buried itself into his head. Daf yanked the chains as he went to get his dagger. Pulling it out, he wiped the blood away on his friend's jacket. He looked up and saw the girl and boy staring at him with wide eyes. He noticed the boy had cat eyes.

"You're a Lightwood, aren't you?" Daf asked.

The boy nodded.

Daf looked at the girl. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her clothes ruffled. She had large bruises covering her neck were his friend had held her as he fucked her.

"Tell me where to go little guy."

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