== Be Jake
It's a very quiet friday morning, and you're on your way to go see Dirk. Everyone else was still sleeping when you left so it was pretty easy to get out. You check the address again because this is not what you were expecting. A small coffee shop in an old brick building stands in front of you. This is it alright. You walk across the street to the door and enter the small building.
You step inside and the smell of coffee and spices wraps you in a warm welcoming embrace. Dirk is sitting in one of the booths near a window so you walk over and join him.
"Ok Jake, I have good news and I have bad news." he says as you slide in across from him.
"Alright. Tell me the bad news first."
"Bad news is that this meeting is going to have to be shorter than last time. I have some things I need to get done. Before I tell you the good news, do you think you can come up with a good excuse to get away from your family this weekend?"
"Oh most certainly. That should be easy."
"Perfect." he says with a smile and slides a piece of paper across the table to you. "Meet me here, pack some clothes and plan to be out all weekend."
"I'll see you there this evening then."
"Cool," he says standing up "i'll see you there. I have a few things to take care of before I leave so I have to go." He plants a kiss on your forehead before walking out the door. "I'll see you soon."
He didn't feed this time. You wonder why, then briefly come to the conclusion it's because he's saving it for later, also you were in a public place; but that's never really stopped him before. You are going to be together for the whole weekend after all. You're sure you'll have your fair share of marks to hide.
You take your drink and step out of the coffee shop almost walking into a blond boy.
"Oh, sorry." you say, but he hurries away. "Bit early for sunglasses isn't it?" you think to yourself then head to your car and start to drive home.
== Hot Pursuit
More like cool pursuit. You're following this hunter down the highway with extreme ease. Mostly because nobody is heading out of the city at six o clock in the god damn morning except for you, this dipshit of a hunter, and some family on their way to the beach, minivan packed to the point of almost exploding with swimming related things. When you bumped into him earlier you got a very clear view of his face. You had run into him a few months ago when he ambushed you and your brother while you were out. You two weren't even looking to kill anyone that evening, you were just out for some fun, but then this douche comes along and tries to kill you both. Dirk had held him off while you went to get the car. More must have happened than he told you. That asshole.
You see your target vehicle, this J that your brother is obsessed with, pull onto an exit so you soon follow suit, keeping your distance because the whole idea of following him is to keep it so he doesn't know you're there. He makes a few more turns into a suburban sprawl. God you hate these places. You always get lost. The houses always look the same to you. He makes one more turn then pulls into the driveway of a medium sized two story brown brick house.
Easy.
So easy.
You make the decision to come back later around two in the morning. Most humans are asleep around then. You drive down to the end of the street and turn around before getting lost at least twice before making it to the highway and home safely.
== Pack Excitedly
You eagerly dig through your closet until you find your duffel bag and toss it on the bed before standing up and pacing over to your dresser for clothes. Dave opens your door quietly, but not quiet enough to slip past your attention.
"What do you want?" you ask slipping on your emotionless facade before he can see how excited you are. The bit that does show in your eyes is thoroughly hidden behind your pointy shades.
"You going somewhere?" He asks gesturing to your pile of traveling supplies tossed on the bed.
"Clan shit. You know how it is, these assholes can't make smart decisions on their own so I have to be there to make sure they don't get us all killed."
"I thought you talked to them this morning."
"I did, but that was only briefly. not enough time to get anything done."
Dave responded in a slightly bitter tone.
"Are you sure they're the ones that need help making decisions?"
"What do you mean?" You ask as you turn around to look at him standing in the doorway.
"I mean," He says in a low, harsh tone," what the hell are you doing with a hunter?"
"The only thing I'm doing with hunters is killing them." You respond defensively.
Dave angrily grips the doorframe and yells at you.
"Really? Are you absolutely sure? Because last time I checked getting coffee with one doesn't qualify as killing hunters!"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"Like hell you don't Dirk! I followed you out this morning. I saw him. I got a good look at his face. I followed him home and so fucking help me if you don't kill him I sure as hell will; before he kills us all."
You were both shouting now.
"God damn it Dave he's not going to hurt us! He's promised me that much."
"So you admit it! I don't care what he promised. You know how hunters are, they do anything and everything they can to get a shot at slicing our throats!"
"Dave just listen to me!"
"No! I won't Dirk! A hunter is a hunter is a hunter and if you won't put this families safety first then I will."
"You know what," you say quietly " fine. Do your worst Davey," you say as you pick up your bag and push past him through the doorframe "I have more important things to do than argue with my shit brother."
"Dave can't kill him if he's not home" You think to yourself before slamming the front door in your brothers face as he chases you out.
== Drive Up to the Valet
This is way fancier than you had expected. You wish you had worn more than your cargo shorts, favorite green skull shirt and jacket. You talk to the valet man but its not much of a conversation, he just asks you for your keys and directs you to the receptionist because apparently "They were told you would be arriving." You walk up to the woman at the receptionists desk.
"Ah, you must be mister English, correct?"
"Yes, that is me." You reply slightly confused.
"Wonderful. Mister Strider had mentioned that you would be arriving soon. Here is your room key. You're on the top floor down the right hallway, last door on your right. Do you need help with your bags?"
"No miss, thank you." You say, then turn to the elevator.
You thought he would get a hotel, but not one this fancy! You reach your floor and make your way to your room. You put the key card into the slot and open the door after the little light turns green. You stand there in complete awe for what feels like an eternity as you take in the lavish decorations of the room and the absolutely stunning view of the cityscape from the glass door that leads out to the balcony.
"Like it?" You hear whispered into your ear as a strong pair of arms wraps around your waist.
"Dirk, this… This is way too much. How much did you pa-"
"Shhh," he said softly "The cost isn't an issue, it's all paid for so don't worry about it."
"Where the hell did you get all that money?"
"Puppet porn bro." He smirked "It's a multi-million dollar a year business. Now come on," he said taking your bag from your hands and tossing it on the bed before pulling you out the door "we have reservations that we're gonna be late for if you don't hurry up."
== Be Pissed
Dirk was never this stupid so why was he being so stupid now. He knew what hunters could do to them so why did he let this one slide. If he wanted some ass all he had to do was go hire a god damn stripper. They were all over the city so they weren't that hard to find at all. Whatever you could ask him later when he had his head straight, right now it was two am and you had a hunter to kill.
With the moon lighting your way you easily climb up the side of the house stepping quieter than a mouse as your feet touched the roof. The window opens without a problem and you step silently into the room; moonlight streaming in behind you. Your pupils dilate allowing you to see the room in full perspective.
This J that your brother is obsessed with is sleeping peacefully over in the corner. You walk over and examine his soft features, illuminated by the moon. Same messy hair, same round face, same boxy glasses sitting on his nightstand. He almost looks younger, more peaceful in a way. You can see why your brother likes him, however, that does not excuse his actions. You position yourself over his sleeping form with your knife at his throat, a present your brother gave you a few birthdays ago, only seems like the right way to spill his little hunter whore's blood.
Just as you are about to slit this boys throat you feel him shift under you. He feels you sitting on top of him. He opens his eyes.
Blue.
Shit.
Not only did you get the wrong one but next thing you know he's scrambling out from under you screaming bloody murder.
Shit.
The boy falls onto the floor and you make a move for the window, but you can't move. You're panicking now. Why the hell can't you move?
All of a sudden light streams through the doorway and a curvy girl looks over at you and smirks.
"Devils trap bitch." is the last thing you hear before you're out cold.
Shit.