Alright, I haven't updated in a long time. I'm sorry. I was on the longest
block I've ever been. Then, one night, I wrote 100 pages. It's taken me a
long time to type it.
I want to thank Lady 2K: You're my only reader and I'm very happy you enjoy my work. I just love writing and for a while I was going to give it up. Your comments about my fresh aproach and my style really helped me get rid of that stupid idea. I decided to just perfect and fine tune it instead of completely changing or getting rid of it.
This is a very short chapter cause it was supposed to end the last chapter but I ran out of time.
Chapter 9:The catch
They walked to a peir where Drea picked up the scent. She didn't want to speak to Michel until he started think: When is she going to teach me something?
"When you learn to control your thoughts," said Drea aloud.
"Sorry. I just don't know what you're doing," he answered.
"I'm following its scent. He was here about twenty minutes ago. You see those tracks?" she pointed to dog-like footprints in the sand. They were slightly smeared; like it was in a struggle. As Michel looked at them, he felt a chill go up his spine. He shivered. "Do you feel it?" asked Drea.
"Yes, but what is it?"
"The other hellhunters. Two of them, tracking this Lycan. They fought, and it escaped," she bent down and picked up a rock. There was a slight red mark in the center of it. "Blood. One hellhunter was injured, so it got away."
She ran once again for a while. Michel tried to figuer her out, but he couldn't. They ended up deep in city, the dark alleys now almost Michel's home. Soon, Drea stopped in an alley; there was a terrible stench.
"What is that?" asked Michle, refering to the smell.
She motioned for him to follow her into an alley. There, he saw a terrible sight.
"What is that?" he repeated.
"I don't know. Possibly a girl. I can't tell." There was a mauled body on the ground; torn to pieces. The gender was unrecognizable.
Now Michel ran the same as Drea; now he had energy and life from the anger and discust of that poor girl eaten by an animal.
Finnaly, they homed in on him. He didn't last a minute with Drea and Michle shooting and fighting till he reached his bitter end. They panted, and turned to leave.
Seven Hellhunters surrounded them.
Jebter was in the center. He watched Drea's eyes and they held their gaze for a while.
"You gonna come quietly?" asked Jebter finnaly.
"Always go down fighting," replied Drea.
He focused his attention on Michel. "You hurt kid?"
"No, I'm fine. Listen, she hasn't killed anyone-"
"She almost killed you," responded Jebter.
"I've been with her this whole time, and I'm still alive."
"You're in trouble too. Running off like that-"
"To my Sire! Where I belong; even by rules of the coven," said Michel.
Jebter turned back to Drea. "Don' fight me, Drea. You need to come back to the house before it's too late and you're baned."
"Maybe I don't want to come back," she said.
Jebter looked hurt. He gave the signal. They tranquilized them and drove them back to the house.
I want to thank Lady 2K: You're my only reader and I'm very happy you enjoy my work. I just love writing and for a while I was going to give it up. Your comments about my fresh aproach and my style really helped me get rid of that stupid idea. I decided to just perfect and fine tune it instead of completely changing or getting rid of it.
This is a very short chapter cause it was supposed to end the last chapter but I ran out of time.
Chapter 9:The catch
They walked to a peir where Drea picked up the scent. She didn't want to speak to Michel until he started think: When is she going to teach me something?
"When you learn to control your thoughts," said Drea aloud.
"Sorry. I just don't know what you're doing," he answered.
"I'm following its scent. He was here about twenty minutes ago. You see those tracks?" she pointed to dog-like footprints in the sand. They were slightly smeared; like it was in a struggle. As Michel looked at them, he felt a chill go up his spine. He shivered. "Do you feel it?" asked Drea.
"Yes, but what is it?"
"The other hellhunters. Two of them, tracking this Lycan. They fought, and it escaped," she bent down and picked up a rock. There was a slight red mark in the center of it. "Blood. One hellhunter was injured, so it got away."
She ran once again for a while. Michel tried to figuer her out, but he couldn't. They ended up deep in city, the dark alleys now almost Michel's home. Soon, Drea stopped in an alley; there was a terrible stench.
"What is that?" asked Michle, refering to the smell.
She motioned for him to follow her into an alley. There, he saw a terrible sight.
"What is that?" he repeated.
"I don't know. Possibly a girl. I can't tell." There was a mauled body on the ground; torn to pieces. The gender was unrecognizable.
Now Michel ran the same as Drea; now he had energy and life from the anger and discust of that poor girl eaten by an animal.
Finnaly, they homed in on him. He didn't last a minute with Drea and Michle shooting and fighting till he reached his bitter end. They panted, and turned to leave.
Seven Hellhunters surrounded them.
Jebter was in the center. He watched Drea's eyes and they held their gaze for a while.
"You gonna come quietly?" asked Jebter finnaly.
"Always go down fighting," replied Drea.
He focused his attention on Michel. "You hurt kid?"
"No, I'm fine. Listen, she hasn't killed anyone-"
"She almost killed you," responded Jebter.
"I've been with her this whole time, and I'm still alive."
"You're in trouble too. Running off like that-"
"To my Sire! Where I belong; even by rules of the coven," said Michel.
Jebter turned back to Drea. "Don' fight me, Drea. You need to come back to the house before it's too late and you're baned."
"Maybe I don't want to come back," she said.
Jebter looked hurt. He gave the signal. They tranquilized them and drove them back to the house.