(AN: hey y'all is his is my first fanfic ever so please don't judge me too harshly but I would love your input so I can make this story even better! I'd be so happy if anyone at all liked this... This first chapter is just leading the reader in to the story, nothing happens so don't think it's just super boring!)
It was nighttime near a highway surrounded by trees in Oregon. It was drizzling. A tall man snuck through the underbrush on the side of the highway, just out of sight. He was stalking a skinny, pretty, blonde girl walking very near to him on the side of the highway who looked completely out of place. She was on her cell phone, arguing with someone and not paying attention to her surroundings.
Too easy, thought the man. He readied himself for the pounce.
Just then, a car with bright headlights zipped by playing rap music. The beams of light passed over both the girl and the man. While the girl only squinted for a moment, the man flinched as though the touch of light physically pained him.
Quickly, the man focused back on the girl. Hoping to kill her with a single bite from his razor sharp teeth that had slid over his human looking ones so there would be less of a struggle, he studied her movements. She was still completely unaware of what was happening around her. He checked warily for more cars, more witnesses. Seeing none, he readied himself for the jump into the open.
Before he could pounce onto his prey, he heard a rustle behind him. Spinning around quickly, he saw a brown haired man with green eyes. He was smirking. He also had a machete.
"Going somewhere, pal?"
Eyes widening, the man tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go. Damn hunters, the vampire thought, right before the hunter disconnected his head from the rest of his body. The girl walked on, completely unaware of what had just transpired and of the man who had saved her life.
I sat straight up in my bed, breathing heavily. Once I realized it was just a dream, I calmed down slightly, but not all the way. I'm an easily frightened person. I looked over at the clock, which said 4:17 in the morning. I sighed and fell back on my bed, not even attempting to fall back asleep.
Unfortunately, I had been having really weird dreams recently. And they had been happening more frequently. I had lost hours of sleep each night for the past week. Maybe I should go see a therapist. The dreams were pretty... Graphic.
Each dream was about a certain guy, a hunter, who hunted anything supernatural. Sometimes he hunted with some buddies, most of the time with his brother, but sometimes, like tonight, he hunted alone. He hunted crazy monsters I had never heard of, like a Wendigo, plus old classics like demons, ghosts, and werewolves.
Trying to put the dreams out of my mind, I turned on my iPod and turned it on shuffle. The music wasn't quite loud enough to block out the sounds of my mind.