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Chapter 3: Vampire Hunter's Kerry?!

As the vampire pushed Kerry through the door, she collided with another vampire. He latched onto her, swinging her into the main part of the room. No, the vampire who latched onto her wasn't Michel. She could feel his hands wonder, looking for weapons. She had a gun and a pathetic letter opener, which he found. After unloading the gun, he let them drop to the floor, making a clank sound. He then gave an evil grin that she read as 'I'm gonna kill you now.'

Wonderful. –sarcasm people-

"Don't touch her," she heard a very familiar voice yell.

The voice snapped her away from the other vampire's greedy grin. She looked to find the source of the voice, scanning the room, not having any luck. But as the vampire who had hold of her began to back off, Michel was already in her face. He pushed her hard against the wall and cornered her. "Vampire hunter's, Kerry?!" Michel exclaimed stunned.

She was bewildered to see him with her jaw now dropped. At the moment, she could only stare at him, because Michel was in fact standing right in front of her.

"What the hell Kerry? You were the last person I'd expect…" he let himself trail off as he scanned her face for something.

She wasn't about to struggle, even as he bent over her neck as if it were a last resort. "Wait," she cried out, finally getting her voice back and pulling herself out of the daze she was in.

He pulled back and looked at her. She blinked.

"Well, Kerry, I'm waiting. Don't think I exactly have as much patience as before."

She tried to speak, but only a squeak came out. Panicking as he bent back over her neck, she pulled forward. He wasn't restraining her or using much force, thankfully. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close with his mouth next to her throat. She felt his breath light on her throat with his hands firmly on her shoulders. "What are you doing, Kerry?" his voice was soft.

He didn't move his position.

"I'm sorry," she said as she squeezed him tighter, "I didn't know how else to find you. I wanted to find you so bad, but I didn't know how else to…" she trailed off with not know what else to say.

"Well, that's pretty damn extreme, Kerry," he practically snapped as he lifted his head and shoved her back.

She looked at him in his eyes, those piercing blue eyes. She turned away as he studied her.

"That's my damn jacket," he said, realizing that she had it on and had kept it after all these years.

"So what if she like your damn jacket," she mumbled as he walked away.

He turned to look at her again, annoyed, he said, "I didn't ask if you liked it. I just said that you have it." Michel turned away from her and commanded, "Keep the leader alive."

"What about her?" another vampire asked, nodding towards her.

Kerry shrank against the wall.

"Her?" Michel asked as he glanced her way and then back, "She's an idiot."

"Hey!" she said defensively, pushing herself off the wall now.

"Kerry, you are! You're lucky I was here or you would have been killed!" He was being serious and then mumbled, "Idiot..."

She just looked at him, wanting to pout or stamp her foot on the ground…or argue with Michel that he kept calling her an idiot. Just like old times, eh? Nothing like a good old argument with Michel to bring back those good sweet memories.

"Let's go," Michel commanded like he was the leader or something. Maybe he was.

Something told her that it wasn't intended for her, and it wasn't. "Wait! Michel!" she hollered as she ran up to him.

He turned around and grabbed her wrist, icy by the touch, "No!" his voice was harsh, "If I catch around here like this again Kerry…You better not come around…" he threw her wrist back at her.

"Now wait a second!" she yelled, "I didn't do this for freaking three months to finally see you and you tell me to fuck off!"

He turned around quickly, grabbing her wrist now with more force that it hurt, making her wince. His voice was sharp and forceful, "First of all, I didn't tell you to fuck off. Second, you were with vampire hunters that have been stalking and killing us one by one. And third," his voice managed to get soft and a whole lot calmer, "you never told me that you were only here for three months."

"Hardly even that…" she said as she yanked her wrist away.

He let it slip away though with his face masked as if in deep thought. He could have held on if he had wanted too. "What the hell were you thinking?" he demanded softly.

"Well, apparently irrational."

"Damn right," his voice went back to being sharp, his facial features growing cold.

"Please don't leave me again." she begged as he began to walk away and she followed him outside.

He stopped again, not facing her though.

"I left you. It was a mistake. Please don't make my mistake."

She was desperate and her heart was pounding. She knew he could hear it, which is why, when he turned to look at her, it was an anxious look. He tilted his head down as the three vampires and leader waited for Michel. Michel reached out and grabbed her hand, not her wrist, and pulled her forward. "Go around to the backseat and sit next to the window, not the middle."

She nodded as he released her hand. Her heart was pounding. His voice was somewhat gentle too. That didn't help with her pounding heart. She got in and closed the door. Next thing she knew, Michel was by her and he had hold of the leader. "So Kerry," he asked calmly, "What have you been up to lately…besides hunting down my kind?" he looked at her when he was done. He continued when he caught her eye, "Not spreading our secrets, have you?" he was now grinning.

Kerry just shook her head, "No, I never told anyone."

"Good," he said cheerfully, "I wouldn't want to be nervous of your intentions."

He had used that line before, right before she left to go and find Marsala. Though, he had followed her as well. "Since when? If I can recall, we left on good terms."

"Maybe on your part."

"Yeah, I got to live and you had to find blood elsewhere," she said a little more forcefully then she intended.

He winced, "As if I intended…"

"You don't need to play innocent, Michel. You looked the same as you did then when I first figured out you were a vampire. It's all your fault," this time she just let the forcefulness roll off her tongue.

"My fault?" he sounded surprised.

"If it wasn't for you, I'd be asleep right now. I would have gone off to college…" her rant was cut off.

"You're not?"

"No," she said softly.

He squinted his eyes at her, "What's wrong, Kerry?"

He seemed concerned. Was it her heart rate or the years of experience on how he could figure out human emotion?

"Nothing," she said as she turned to the window.

"You liar," he said in an almost mocking way.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"Go to sleep," he demanded, but not loudly.

"Don't you dare," she said as she turned towards him, "I don't want to go to sleep…just to wake up to find that this was just a dream."

"Ah, how touchy feely of you, Kerry," he put his hands on her head.

She fought and said 'no'.

He smiled, amused at her, "Come on Kerry, you of all people should know that you can't get out of my grasp."

"And you say I'm a nuisance."

"Ha!" he pulled her in and she stopped struggling. He kissed her forehead and laughed again. "Go to sleep Kerry. I promise: I'll be here when you wake up."

"Vampire lie," she said simply as she leaned her head on his shoulder, which surprised him for a moment.

"You misjudge too fast, Kerry."

She laughed for the first time she had seen him in three years. She got tired of fighting it and fell asleep.

"Who is she, Michel?" a guy asked up front. He was the one who was driving.

"She is…somebody from my past," he replied after hesitating, looking down at Kerry's sleeping form.

"Someone we can trust?" another guy asked.

Michel thought for a moment, putting his arm around Kerry, "I would think," he said nonchalantly.

"How long ago from your past, Michel?" the guy driving asked anxiously.

Michel glanced at the back of his head, "Three years ago."

"Three years ago you had sunburns," the other guy pointed out.

"Yes," Michel started slowly. "Three years ago I almost died in that godforsaken sun." he paused, "If it wasn't for her."

The guy turned around, "Do not tell me she was involved with Marasla."

Michel's eyes just pierced into his, not giving him an answer.

He sighed, turning back around, "She was, wasn't she," he stated more than questioned, almost bitterly.

"Pure accidental," Michel said smoothly, almost sorrowfully.

"You let her go!" he snapped.

"Now, Adam," Michel cooed calmly, "I let her go because she saved my life."

"You let her live with our secrets! She could have blabbed to anyone! I mean Jesus Christ! She was with hunters just now!"

"I know," Michel stated calmly, "And I will see to it that I will know that she hasn't said anything to anyone. I will take care of it." Michel paused, letting silence roll in. "Why so quiet, Joey?"

Joey was seated in the middle in between Adam and Nate, Nate being the driver. Joey was the one that had been grabbed by the hunters that they had just killed, except for the leader, and well, Kerry.

Joey turned his head slightly to look back at Michel and Kerry, "I just am," he said blandly.

"Tell me," Michel asked curiously, "How did she act with the hunters?"

"She never touched me," he mumbled, turning forward again.

"I would except that. She's Kerry," Michel gave a small insincere laugh while remembering how Kerry was during their small time together.

"She seemed very…detached from it all," and that was the last thing Joey said.

The leader of the group of hunters turned his head a little towards Kerry. Michel had his arm tightly around his, but he was ignoring him. The leader wondered just how much of this was true. She had never said that she was in the company of a vampire before. It seems she forgot to mention a lot of things about vampires that she knew about. But still, he thought it was an act on her part.

She was tricking the vampires.

She was doing a hell of a good job.

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