Ashley's p.o.v
Slamming the door open into to the house, I shifted the duffle bag so that it sat comfortably on my shoulder.
'Home sweet home,' I muttered whist stepping inside. The only sounds that could be heard was my boots tapping on the ground with every step. Sighing I placed the duffle bag onto a couch that was in the lounge room. Looking around I could see that this place will be able to hold me and my friends, Marcus, Clint, Tommy and Scott. We are a group of supernatural hunters and we are called The Five.
'Ashley get your butt out here and help us carry all this,' I heard Tommy yell. I walked out and grabbed a couple crossbows and a bundle of wolfsbane. Marcus, Clint and Scott kept taking stuff whist Tommy tossed things from the back of Marcus's truck. Eventually we managed to get everything inside and unpacked.
'Alright what do we know about San Andreas?' Tommy asked.
'Uh it's a place full of supernatural beings that all need to be killed,' I answered.
'Apart from that,' Tommy retorted. I scoffed.
'Nothing much,' Clint butted in.
'Look all we have to do is look around, find something that will led us to one,' I said whilst standing up. I grabbed my tan leather jacket and a wooden stake. I also placed on a set of fingerless black gloves. My left one is laced with wolfsbane and my right one is laced with vervain. By wearing these gloves I can easily find werewolves and vampires. I checked behind my round, big, gold horse belt buckle and seen the start of my handle, hidden behind the brown leather is my silver sword.
'Where are you going?' Marcus asked.
'I'm going to scout around Sandy Shores. Maybe I might find a nest of vampires,' I called while walking out of the house.
'Don't get yourself killed,' Scott called. Giving a small chuckle I jumped into my navy blue Jeep and sped off to Sandy Shores.
Trevor's p.o.v
Sitting outside of Yellow Jack Inn the full moon glowed on the ground in front me. Moving my hand a little I caught a glimpse of the moonlight ring that I wear. The pale moonstone glowed even brighter on the night of the full moon more than anytime of month. I was lucky that Michael got together with Amanda, otherwise I would be roaming around in my wolf form. Letting out a low growl, my eyes changed to a deep red. I snapped out of my thought about been a werewolf and watched a navy blue Jeep pull up near my truck. A young girl stepped out of the Jeep, looking at her she was in her early twenties, had short ash blonde hair. She wore a tan leather jacket, navy blue jeans, and cowboy boots. On her hands wear fingerless black gloves and she wore a leather belt with a big gold buckle on it. She came over towards me.
'Excuse me this bar any good?' She asked while leaning against the wall.
I shrugged. 'Eh, it's not that bad. Just don't piss Janet,' I told her. She gave a small laugh.
'Let me guess. She an old bartender that is pretty much a witch?'
'Yeah she is. How did you know?' I asked.
'Lucky guess my name is Ashley,' she said then held out her left hand.
'Trevor,' I said then took her hand to shake. My hand start to sizzle and burn, holy crap I'm talking to a hunter and she has just exposed me, fucking wolfsbane.
'Well, well a werewolf,' she said. Growling, I grabbed her by the neck and threw her across the parking lot. She was slammed against a vehicle and landed hard on the ground. She slowly got back up on her feet and grabbed something from behind her belt, it was a sword. Crouching down, I partly shifted into my wolf form, my teeth changed and my fingernails became claws. The hunter came at me with the sword, I grabbed the sword but it burned again. This hunter is good at what she does. Fighting her off, she was strong. Grabbing her right arm, I sank my claws into her arm, she grabbed me with her left hand and my skin started to burn again. Groaning in pain, I managed to get a glimpse of a ring on her right hand. It was a ring that when whoever is wearing, if they die a supernatural death, they will not die. Grabbing her I shoved my claws deep into her chest, blood start to ooze from her mouth and I watched the life go out of her eyes. I pulled my claws out and she fell to the ground. My claws slowly vanished back down and turned into my fingernails. Sighing I wiped the blood onto my shirt and pants, add them to the blood stains that are already there. Picking up her body, I also grabbed her sword handle and dragged the pair of them to my truck. Once I dumped her body into the back of my truck, I pulled out my phone and texted Michael.
Hey Mickey it's me, look I got a bit of a hunter's problem. Meet me at my airfield and bring Franklin along.