The hunter's.

My evening begins with My new favorite ruitein. I fantasize about my kill holding on to the memory as charished each detail becoming intimate with it once again before i desmiss it once and for all.

The 5 o'clock news has even began covering my activities desperat the police finally gave the news media the green light on the story.

" the ripper. Yes that will do nicely."

I chuckle as I repeat my new title. Suddenly i felt a shock wave cause what seemed to appear as the walls of my apartment to bow and flex. " What the hell was that?"

I wasn't sure to what had just occurred but i knew that it was some type of internal warning. I later discovered that this was the beginning of yet a new gift called "fatidica."

( latin: A person able to foresee the future.) I knew I was in imenet danger and from what dirrection it was coming. But from who and when i had no clue. "Damn 5:31, i still have an hour and a half before sunset." The pulsating wave hit me again except stronger. A lump rose in my throat as i fallowed the next set of waves with my vision. The only thing i could possibly relate this to would be a sonar like bates possess. This allowed me to see through my wall where the front door of my apartment. Vibations crashed against everything forming a image of the hallway and and three radiant figures toping the stares. The figures appeared more as appiritions or streaks that bent and derived from another close location. " Im seeing what has not yet occured." The thoughts excited me and distracted me temporarily from the danger that approached.

I reached out with my hearing and my suspicions were confirmed. Three men had just began to climb the staircase to my apartment. The were fast and quiet. To quiet to be heard with mortal ears and to fast to be mortals themselves. "How did they find me? Why was i not prepared for this potential outcome. Sloppy Olivia sloppy." I shook my head in self disgust but quickly gathered myself and slipped quickly and quietly out my window to the fire escape.

just as i closed the window behind me my front door exploded fallowed by three more explosions. They shattered my windows and blew me off my fire escape and into a dumpster below me. My skin still smoking from my exposure to the suns rays and pain searing through my body, did not deture me from remaining perfectly still and silent. My ears were still ringing from the blast so i was totally blind and thus vulnerable to my surroundings. A minute turned into an hour and my hearing had finally returned. Though it was greatly inhibited by the myriad of police sirens. Sense the Boston Marathon bombing explosions of anykind are taken very seriously. The FBI bomb investigation unit had arrived. After a brief search of my apartment their analysis was certain. A concusion bomb. Ment to stun and confuse not to kill. " First the witches now this other race of immortals want to capture me." I then qued to a conversation between two FBI officals and the other Boston police officers. A particularly boisterous man from the FBI began giving orders to the crowd of FBI agents and police officers. " I want a three bock perimiter set up and every inch of it searched with a fine toothed comb and I want it done yesterday!" I decided it was time for my departure. " Time to feed and find somewhere to stay. I cant believe they blew up my damn apartment!" I clinched my fist and disappeared into the night to take out my rage on my prey.

I decided to break yet another of my hunting rules deciding that i needed a new stratagey anyway considering i have already been found by both the witches and the yet to be known immoratal race. The park were i was reborn would be perfect. Secluded and it might provide a perfectly unassuming location for my slumber.

Theres an abandoned hospital that bordered the eastern edge of the park. Its also the most dense segment of woodline in the whole park. I havent gotten to enjoy my last three victums. Why should tonight be any different?

The park wasnt particularly well lit so hunting would be effortless. So i decided to take a location on the running trail closest to the hospital. I wasn't there 5 min when my

opportunity presented itself. A runner, a young woman who appeared to be in her early 20's came running into to my awaiting arms. I saw her some 300 yards away. The faint street lights caused her beads of sweat to glisten on her skin like diamonds. " She's healthy, and vibrant. To bad I won't have time to enjoy my meal." I sighed as I crouched into my hunters stance. 100 yards. 75 yards. 50 yards. As she drew closer a voice began to ring in my ears. Simular to the mind speak that I experienced in my encounter with the still yet to be named witch. But this was different, stronger, somehow more personal, more intament. The same sentence repeated over and over again in my mind. " Come to me my child. My greatest creation. Come to me."

The voice strirred something inside me. A sentation fallowed that was completely unexpected. The only thing I cam relate it too would be the heightened sense you get throughout your body right before orgasim. The tingling all over my body almost distracted me from my hunt. Then there she was in my grasp. "Shush this will all be over soon, my dear." I loosened my grip on her as I sank my fangs deep into her jugular. I drained the life from her quickly and then turned my gaze to the hospital. The voice had subsided. The source and purpose perplexed me, but I had not the luxury of time. The night was all but spent and I must find somewhere safe and secure for my slumber.