My memories with you

Consist only of memories waiting for you

No matter how much I put up with it, and put up with it, it wouldn't end

I-I wanted to hear those words, "I love you"

Your unconcerned love

I grew tired of it

It feels terrible I threw all my pride away

I'm sad, is this all I'm worth?

I'm worried, now, of the four-letter word, LOVE

I'm scared, you're hilarious

You really suck

I have no reason to see you

This world is filled with guys like you

You s-s-suck

Your flaws are countless

To just put up with it and love you

Is a waste of time

Hate you eh eh eh eh eh

I'm fine living without you

2NE1- Hate You (English Lyrics)


Two weeks after Steven's death...

Cat's POV:

"Saaaaam." I called for my girlfriend/roommate.

"What's up kitty kat?" Sam asked as she grabbed her motorcycle helmet.

"Where are you going?" I questioned her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my head on her chest. "I thought we were gonna watch some movies."

"We will." She told me, hugging me back. "I'm just gonna go grab some groceries really fast. We're running low on bacon and fat cakes."

"Okay." I sighed. "But come back fast."

"I will, baby. Mama's gotta eat soon." She gave me a kiss, and went outside to drive to the 24 hour store.

"Bye Sam!" I yelled to her.

"Bye!" She yelled back.

I closed the door and went to watch some cartoons in the mean time. As soon as I sat down, someone knocked on the door. I whined and stood up, went to the door and threw it open. There stood my classmate, Gabriella.

"Gabriella? What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"Hi. You're Cat, right?" She chirped.

"Yeah." I nodded. "What do you want?"

"You're in chemistry aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think you could help me with some homework? I don't really understand it."

"Sure!" I squealed. Even though a lot of people think I'm dumb, I get super good grades and I've always been good at science.

"Thanks." She stepped inside the house looking around, and I closed the door behind her. "You have a nice house."

"Thanks. We might not have a lot of time to work though." I told her. "My roommate is coming home with groceries soon, and we're having a movie night.

"Okay. I'll be gone soon." Gabriella said, pulling a book out of her jacket. "Don't you worry."


Sam's POV:

As I finished up my grocery shopping, I paid the cashier and left the store and was cut off by a car speeding up in front of me.

"Asshole." I snarled.

The window of the car rolled down. I swear if this guy threatens me, I'm gonna-

"Sam?"

I blinked as I looked at the driver. I was staring into the face of-

"Jonah?" I gasped. "What are you doing in LA?"

"Oh I'm going to college here." He smiled at me, and I winced. "What about you?"

"I live here." I told him. "Why are you talking to me?"

"Just saying hi." He shrugged.

"Yeah alright." I snarked, already starting to walk back to my motorcycle. I rolled my eyes when I heard Jonah open his car door. I was not in the mood for his crap.

"Don't even think about it, Jonah." I snapped. As I was about to mount the bike, I saw Jonah's reflection in the shiny exterior of my motorcycle, standing in front of his car, aiming a crossbow at me.

I flung myself over the bike, rolling into a crouching position on the opposite side of the bike from Jonah. An arrow hit the concrete a foot in front of me.

"What the fuck, Jonah?!" I screamed at him.

"It'll be over before you know it!" He yelled to me.

"You're a hunter, aren't you?"

"Yep." I heard him reload the crossbow. "Now come out to play, Sammy."

I stood and turned to face him before stepping onto the seat of my bike and launching myself into the air. Jonah shot an arrow at me that went soaring away, not even coming close to me. In the air, I began to transform into a harpy. My hair changed into a cluster of midnight blue feathers, identical ones springing down from both my arms, and flowing out of my legs. My hands turned into black claws, and my eyes turned yellow and my teeth sharped.

"I knew it." Jonah snarled. "A harpy. Just as I suspected." As he went to reload his crossbow, I swooped down towards him, claws outstretched. Before he could react, I sunk my claws into his chest and ripped out his ribcage. He dropped his crossbow and fell to the ground dead.

I flung the ribcage on the ground, and hurriedly changed back into my human form. A few feathers remained in my hair, but fell out almost instantly. I snatched my groceries, and pilfered through Jonah's wallet for some cash (I needed it bad), and found around two hundred dollars and a few credit cards.

I mounted my bike with my groceries and Jonah's wallet and jeered at his dead body. "You shouldn't have messed with mama."


Tori's POV:

"In other news, a body was discovered in the parking lot of Walgreens in Venice, Los Angeles a few hours ago." The news anchor on TV reported. "The man was identified as Jonah Edmunds of Seattle, Washington. He was found next to his car with his ribcage ripped out his wallet stolen, and a crossbow was next to his body."

"Do you think he was a hunter?" Trina asked.

"Probably." I answered. "I mean, he had a crossbow. Who just carries one of those around?"

"Hunters." Trina stated. "And weirdos."

I felt my phone buzz and I swiped it up off the arm of the couch.

Hello Tori. The text message read. It was from a restricted number.

Who is this? I texted back.

A friend. They replied. I'm here to warn you.

Warn me? About what?

The hunters. The Order of the Van Helsing is heading for Los Angeles. They know that it's the monster capital of the USA and they want to eliminate you all.

Why do they want to kill us?

They view your kind as evil. And the fact that your friends murdered Sherry, Steven, and Jonah in self-defense only feuls their fire. Watch your back, Tori.

Could you tell me who you are?

In time I will, but for now, go take care of the hunter that is skulking around your back door.

I felt a chill rush through my body, and I sprung up from the couch, and bolted for the back door. I flung it open, startling the large figured wandering only a few feet away from it.

Standing in my backyard, holding a shotgun was none other than Ryder Daniels.