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Yes help her Damon! Jeeze, like he can keep anyone out of harms way. I'm sure he just gets people into more trouble.

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Chapter 3

The Mad Hunter

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A flashlight was held in place on a battery shelf shining directly onto Bonnie's sweaty face. The witch tried her best not to panic feeling as if she were in some sort of strange interrogation room.

The sound of Damon frantically rattling the doors outside made her worry. Within minutes he hollered her name, each time that voice was more angered and primal. He couldn't fit through the window and he was too weak to move any of the iron, it was up to her to play smart all by herself. 'I can do this. Somehow.' The teen witch sat still as the 6'2 male wrapped her in wires and bound her wrists with a zip-tie.

The problem with some magic was that certain spells were not as effective if she could not perform the proper body movements to trigger them. Her brain power would have to invent of something new, make up a new spell or remember one she barely used. The bulky man appeared to be in his late 20's. He wore hunting pants, a filthy browning tank, and buzzed dark hair. She couldn't see his face clearly, only the silhouette of his form beside the bright light.

"So how old are you girl?" Bonnie brought her gaze to the floor. She needed to focus and channel whatever power she had surrounding her. 'Don't waste your energy on anger. Don't do it. Don't.' "Too shy? That's okay." He tapped her nose with his finger, Bonnie jerked her head away in response. "Don't touch me." As much as she wanted to spit in his face, she would escape much sooner by not provoking him. "You shouldn't running around with someone so much older and deader than you. Glad I've rescued you. Now, you can stay away from that lunatic leach out there. You can thank me later."

While avoiding being touched by him, the turn of her head made her eyes fall on large gatorade bottles that were used for bathroom purposes. Bonnie tried her best not to gag as she turned her head back to the unforgiving light in front of her. She wished she was somewhere else right now, even burning on the sun. The witch's nose ran as she began to sob, she was furious and wasn't going to deal with this kind of treatment. 'I'm always surrounded by damn nutjobs.' It wasn't just the walking dead she would have to worry about if this madness and panic was wide spread. Bonnie focused on an unopened pack of AA batteries near the flashlight.

'Come on Bonnie, remember how to channel!'

Damon stared through the open window long and hard, he could only see the top of the witch's head in the far back of the room. The second figure in the shadows was talking to her causing Bonnie's anxiety vibrate loudly. He knew someone inside was going to have a new asshole ripped into them.

His senses were failing but he could tell it wasn't any special kind supernatural. It was either mostly human or mostly dead. The vampire would be damned if he went through all this trouble to save someone that hasn't left him behind like the others. Damon couldn't risk using his bullets with the figure crouched so close to the witch. The hot weather had been messing with his head, vampires didn't sweat or overheat but they were much weaker in the sun. Even with a magic ring or indoors. It was how nature worked against them.

Damon shoved his hands in his pockets, removed his keys, and began to fumble. Everything metal was reflecting the summer sun's light and interfering with his motor skills. Dropping the keys several times was embarrassing even without anyone watching. Using the car for shade, he gained composure long enough to get up and open the trunk to find a crowbar or a pipe; anything to get him inside of there and drag two bodies out. If she needed to be revived again he wouldn't have a second thought but she was staying in the backseat tied and gagged.

They had a long way to travel and every minute they weren't constantly moving forward, they were in more danger. This weather was the worst for them both, the dead walkers could move faster, the survivors would suffer from dehydration and heat stroke. Not every living vampire had a handy-dandy witch on their hands so they had less day hours to find shelter.

The vampire's brows narrowed and nostrils flared as he grabbed a hammer. He wouldn't be bashing anything in but the back end would be good with enough leverage. There was no reason to be discreet with little time on his hands so the front door would be his first victim. They needed to get out of there before sunset. He witnessed vamp locals playing her with a walking dead werewolf and were absolutely no match in hand to hand combat.

The hunter was far less aggressive once Bonnie was securely tied. The witch had been reading bits and pieces of his mind whenever his skin touched hers. She learned that he had no intention of harming her, he just was afraid of what was outside and had a strong hatred towards vampires. "You can call me Jessie by the way." He boasted as he picked up a rifle and began to wipe it with an old american flag. He must have been living off of the food in here for a long time. Bonnie knew Hunters were amazing survivors, inhuman aim, and had ridiculous catlike reflexes. "Sorry to tell you this," He stood showing off his tired face and placed the rifle against his shoulder. "but I have a date with your vampire. I know he probably wanted silver as a gift but all I have are wooden bullets."

This guy was playing dirty. Shooting from a window where he couldn't be reached. Sure when Damon was mad he liked to close in on fights but that just made him defenseless against weapons. Jessie turned his back and started whistling on his way to the front of the store.

'One.' The witch took a deep breath. 'Two.' Her chest began to rise and fall quickly as her attention shifted to the batteries. 'Three.'

The girl exhaled and lowered her brows until half her eyes were hidden.

pop pop pop pop

All four of the batteries exploded, steam began to slowly rise from the shells.

POP

'I didn't...' She realized it the second set of noises was not her making but the riffle being fired outside the window. Bonnie leaned over until her side fell to the floor wriggling towards the shelving with the flashlight and batteries. She could feel the energy from the batteries enter her the closer she got. She then focused on the zip-tie the bound her wrists.

Another round of bullets were shot ending with a pained groan from outside.

"Yee! Bulls eye!"

'No.' The plastic began to melt as she used what energy she gathered above her. Bonnie had to get to Damon and make sure that crazy bastard was alright. They were a team. She was his partner. The witch wriggled wildly until the wires began to grow hot against her flesh.

"What's the matter? You don't wanna get in anymore? You playin' opossum boy?"

She had never used an electric object to channel but it was better than using someone else or draining herself of all her energy. It seemed to work just fine and she was going to need all the help she could get. Bonnie grabbed as many batteries as her hand could hold and stuffed them into her shorts back pocket.

Jessie admired at the vampire's body face down in the parking lot with a huge smile. "God fuckin' bless America." He couldn't wait to brag about another kill. The hunter placed his rifle on the front counter and began to whistle. The witch prodigy stood across the isle facing him, her eyes formed a thin electric blue ring around the mossy green. She mumbled Latin and her hands shot forward.

"Shit!"

The older man lunged for the second gun on the front counter only to be thrown across the room by the force of a flying portable generator. The limp body fell to the floor like a rag doll, it's leg twitching in short spasms. Bonnie grabbed the generator and tossed it out of the window where she entered and placed her ands on the rim. Jumping, she gained enough height to lean her head and shoulders out of the window.

"Damon!?" The body laying face down lifted its arm lazily and dropped it. "Thank god!" 'So he was playing opossum.'

Running to his side, she rolled him over only to earn an eyesore and a groan. His chest and stomach had three gaping holes the size of golf balls. The blood was dark and had soaked through most of the shirt. The vampire began to mumble nonsense as he managed to push himself to a seated position. "We need to get in the car Damon, I'll drive." Throwing his arm over her shoulder, she leaned into him and pulled him up. The witch ignored his face as it began to nuzzle at the base of her neck. "Damon, I need you to stay awake okay? I'll take the wooden bullets out if you can tell me where to go, okay?"

The witch sat the vampire down on the ground by the back door of their car while she went to grab the generator she tossed out of the window. Picking it up she jogged towards the vehicle, relieved that nightmare was over.

Like a 50 foot wave, a large beast knocked the petite teen through the air and against an abandoned car that was burnt to a crisp. A sharp pain shot up her back as she struggled to stand to her feet. "D-Damon..."

The undead werewolf paid the vampire no mind, it had its sight on a game that could run. Wincing through the pain, Bonnie outstretched her arm with palm open to turn it's fur into flickering flames.

"Damon, get up!"

The good news was that the wolf was now on fire, the bad news was that it was still after her and looked like a demon straight out of the depths of hell. She imagined that death dog sinking it's teeth into her thigh and ripping it off like a tender turkey leg at thanksgiving. 'Great Bonnie what a positive thought.'

It was now close enough that she could see the saliva seeping out of it's bloodied gums, most of it's teeth were missing but there were enough sharp ones.

Ready to send another burst of flames, she began to drain most of the power of the batteries in her pockets. "You asked for it-"

Damon was by her in a matter of seconds, his hands placed around her shoulders. The look in those dark hungry eyes made it obvious he was oblivious to the danger behind him. Without thinking his teeth sank into the witch's slender neck. Her eyes grew wide as she tried to fight back. "It's me Bonnie! What the hell Damon?! It's me!" Bonnie punched and slapped wildly at his head and hands, the little energy she had was already gone. It ignored her cries, the witch's swinging fists slowed until they dropped completely. The starved vampire continued to drink from the witch, his body now pushing the bullets out and his healing increasing from the deliciously charged blood.

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