A/N: Here is the next chapter. Just want to shout out to Sharae, that you rock and this story wouldn't have been made possible if it weren't for you. You were the inspiration behind this. I hope all you readers enjoy and thanks for reviewing and reading. :)
Tori didn't question my actions, but when we finally arrived, the stares and looks I received from her were getting on my nerves. She reached for another fry, dipping it into her milkshake before bringing it to her mouth to eat. Stealing a glance at me, and that's when I cracked.
"Will you ask already?!" I shouted, making her jump, along with the diner staff and customers.
"Sheesh, sorry, I won't offer you another fry again," Tori muttered.
"You know what I mean, don't pretend that you don't," I remarked.
Finally, her blue eyes met my own, curious and concerned.
"Why did you rush us out? I mean, sure they are hunters, but they were kind of hot. Plus, not like they'd know what we are."
"You didn't feel them like I did?" I asked.
"Feel them?" Tori asked confused.
"Aren't your senses that way too?" I paused, "Didn't you practically feel as if you were in their mind? Didn't you hear him think in your brain?" I asked getting slightly hysterical.
I kept my eyes on her, who seemed to be blank and unreadable, which was weird for her.
"No," was all she replied; no emotion behind her words, just simple and unfeeling.
"Can we leave? I'm getting hungry," I said, standing up from our booth.
"But we have food here," Tori commented.
"Not that kind of hungry Tori." I exited the dinner with her trailing after me, leaving a few dollar bills on the table to pay for the meal.
Once outside, we both looked around for anyone, when seeing nothing, we let out eyes flash to the animal blue, tainted yellow. The claws protruding from our fingertips, and our teeth emerged from our gums. Our skin didn't bother to change, mainly because it was myth for it to go pale.
I growled from my throat, telling Tori I'd meet her back at the motel room. There was no need to hunt in the woods tonight, especially with hunters around. Quickly, not risking remaining in view for much longer, I jumped in after, rushing through the trees skillfully.
The wind hitting my face, the earth beneath my feet, needing to get to the motel as I pushed my hands off on the moss covered bark. Before I knew it I was facing the back window of the room and climbing in. Frantically closing it and locking the latch, I retracted my claws to shut the curtains without tearing them, fangs departing as well, while I ran to find Tori.
"Sharae, we are running low on blood bags. We need to make another run to the service grounds this weekend," Tori called through the motel as I rounded the corner to find her holding two bags, one of which she was already ripping open and digging into hungrily. She tossed me the other one; catching it I gave her a look that said to be more careful.
"Don't give me that," she said, her words getting muffled by the bag.
"You're my friend and roommate I'll give you what I want," I retorted, sighing with a giggle.
I shouldn't have relaxed that quickly, I should've sensed the danger as I arrived, but when the blood escaped Tori's chest, spurting droplets onto me and the floor, I instantly chided myself.
"Tori!" I yelled out, seeing the arrow protruding out the wound.
"Damn, that was my favorite shirt," Tori hissed as the bag slipped from her grasp and fell to the carpet, the contents spilling out and staining the fabric.
I watched Tori as her knees buckled, sending her tumbling weakly after the bag, revealing the crossbow sticking out through the open window with a dark tinted man behind it.
"Dead man's blood bitch," he said, pressing his finger on the trigger. I didn't have any time to react, to dodge the arrow as it pierced through me, causing my body to jolt forward.
My vision became blurry and the last thing I saw was the harsh cold face of the man as he stood next to me.
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Silence filled my ears. Foreign blood coursed through my body making me weak and groggy. How did this happen? We were safe. We made sure that no one was watching us in that parking lot, we even made sure to keep a low profile because of the two hunters. But we must've missed something. Someone.
A crack resounded through the room as my head snapped backwards from the impact of a person backhanding me. Ugh, they were going to pay for that one, not to mention, what they did to my friend and me.
"Open your damn eyes bloodsucker," the man's voice growled deep and huskily into my ear, causing me to lean my head away from his own.
Immediately my actions were halted as his hands grabbed my head, forcing me back to it's previous position, and I groaned, trying to shake away from his grip.
"I said…open," he ordered. I diligently did as he said and fluttered my eyes open, an unfamiliar room meeting my eyes, including the sight of the man.
"Gordon Walker," I said without hesitation.
"Let me guess…word got through the grapevine?" Gordon asked bitterly.
"We all know who you are as well as the others like you. I can honestly tell you that right now, you don't have a hunt here Walker. We haven't done a damn thing to warrant the death you have in store for us."
My words were calm and professional, but I knew that it wasn't how hunters worked, especially someone of his standards. He was different than the many; the brothers back at that bar weren't as cemented as he was. All he cared about was that if there was something that was considered unnatural and was bred of evil, it wasn't supposed to live. Kill them before they turn. Kill us because we might be lying about how we survive.
Gordon chuckled, walking over to the duffel that was placed on top of a wood table, removing a sheathed machete and examining it.
"You talk mighty for a vampire missy. Where are the rest?" he asked.
"If you are assuming that my friend and I have a nest you are mistaken Walker," I replied.
"I can see that asking isn't getting me anywhere," Gordon stated, unsheathing the blade and turning back to her, grabbing a jar full of dark red thick liquid and unscrewing the cap.
The blade dipped into the substance and was brought from the jar, some blood dripping off of it sickly as it went back into the container. I tried to struggle against the bindings that I was in, knowing that I had put myself in danger, just by telling the truth. Gordon took only a few steps needed before he was face to face with me.
"Where are they?" he asked once more.
"There is no other nest," I replied.
He nodded. I winced, waiting for the pressure of the blade on my skin with the dead man's blood to poison me once again, but it never came. I watched him back away, moving towards a hanging body with a sack over its head and then the horror struck me.
"Don't you dare touch her!" I yelled at him angrily, fighting even more now on the bindings, but it was useless due to the fact I was still partly poisoned.
The sack was removed from Tori's head; eyes wide and wild, scared of what was happening. Gordon grinned wickedly as he brought the blade to Tori's neck, bringing it along the thin layer of skin leaving a deep cut, but not too deep to reach the bone. Tori gasped and coughed as she choked a bit on her own blood, sucking in a breath when the pain ceased. The dead man's blood stopping the flow of blood in Tori and seeped into her now amazingly visible veins that turned from blue to purple, spreading throughout her neck and face.
The color of the veins remained and traveled to my friend's eyes. I stared as tears formed in her eyes and began to fall; the salty water being released was beginning to gain red coloring to it, telling me and the hunter that the blood was doing more than it's job usually called for.
"What'd you do to it?" I barked.
"Just added a bit of chemicals, some iron chippings to the mix. It's remarkable at what you can learn to improve the torturing and killing of monsters like yourself," Gordon replied.
She was dieing. The bastard was killing my friend, in the most slow and despicable way possible. I was helpless…Tori was helpless. Not so many hours ago had it been that she was smiling and having a blast with her friends at the bar, while I sat there talking to her while she worked.
"I'm so sorry Tori," I whispered, knowing that she could hear me as I cried.
Her eyes shifted to me, mouth agape and breathing in raspy breaths. It was then that I saw the life leave the blue orbs staring back at me, and her eyelids close. My heart and walls crumbled down as I began to sob. Gordon cocked his head to the side showing no emotion or sympathy, and my teary sad eyes remained on Tori's body as he swung the machete at her neck.
Tori's head fell from her resting place on her shoulders and rolled onto the ground; rolling until it hit a wooden support beam, the blood streaked face positioned towards me.
"Now…" Gordon began, moving into my line of view and meeting my eyes with his chocolate brown ones, "where are the rest?"
Author End Note: I cried while writing this. Anyways, I died. Lol. Thanks for reading and please review. Inspiration juju, dun, da, da, DUN! Lol.