I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Before I could even lean down to see what had caused it, there was another sharp pain in my hand. I could see blood pouring out of my hand, a clear bullet shape was visible under the blood.
As I used my other hand to dig out the bullet, I already knew what I was about to see. A wooden bullet.
Before I could think about it for two long, with a couple of distant bangs, I felt five more bullets enter my body and I fell to the ground. One was in my chest and every time I moved or breathed I could feel it scrap against my heart. With wooden bullets in both my arms, I groaned in pain as I tried to reach my chest to pull the bullet out.
I hadn't noticed until now that someone had walked up to me, hiding in the shadows.
As I looked over I noticed the dark outline of a figure standing by the trees.
"If I had wanted it, you'd be dead now" a voice rang out in the darkness. It was female, and now that I had heard the voice, I could see that the figure appeared female in the dark, with long hair blowing in the night breeze.
"I'm a good shot. A great shot. And you are a drunk. A useless drunk who is too busy wallowing in his own misery and too preoccupied with the bottom of his drink to have even heard me approach or use my weapon. I could have shot you in the heart with the first bullet and you'd have been dead before you hit the ground. Not even knowing that death was coming, it would have just happened. Suddenly you would have been here, then you wouldn't have" She continued on and my stomach sunk at the thought of how easily I could have just been gone.
"You talk too much" I groaned, rolling myself over to find the best position to try and pull out some of the bullets.
"And here I was, thinking you were appreciating my delaying of your death. You know, usually I'm not one for a chat, I hate in movies where the bad guy talks away to the hero, describing his plans and what he's going to do, just wasting time until the hero inevitably escapes during all that chit chat and takes off or defeats the villain. So not to make the same mistake, I usually just point and shot and be on my way" she walked closer, but still not stepping into the light.
"Then what's with all the yip yap? Trying to bore me to death? Do your victims usually just kills themselves if they let you speak?" I grunted, buying time as I pulled another bullet out. two left.
"I always thought those villains were idiots, that I'd do better, be the best. So, I tried to do the opposite of what they would have done, but then I realised, sometimes there was method to their madness. Sometimes, it pays better to not kill straight away. Like this moment. I don't want to kill you Damon. Not yet anyways. Sure there's a bounty on your head, which is what lead me to you, and I'd get paid faster to kill you now. But you aren't the only bounty on my list. Your friends are there too. Plus, I only took the job to find you. I've been hunting you down for a while now, but could never pinpoint your location, you did well killing off everyone who knew you. Then this job popped up and well here I am. But I have my own reasons to want you dead. And your family and friends. Think of it more as a personal vendetta, that I will get paid for in the end. It's a win-win. For me anyways" she chuckled to herself.
"A bounty hunter? Who chases vampires? You're either a brave human or a stupid one. I'm going with stupid. How can you possibly think you'll beat vampires?" I snarled, pulling the second last bullet out.
"Oh I know Damon. I know that you're the only vampire left. I know all about your human brother and your human girlfriend. Or should I say your human brother and HIS human girlfriend. I know about your human friends, your witch friend who is off travelling the world, and your blonde vampire friend who has left you all. I know you're all alone, and that's why I haven't killed you yet. And about that human part" she stepped into the light, walking over and bending down into my eyesight.
Her face twisted in the way only a vampire's could, her eyes transforming. Her two fangs were the most noticeable against her red lips. Her black hair fell down around her face and it started turning back. I could see now she had blue eyes, but there had been no mistaking it, she was a vampire.
She stood up, walking around me.
"It's been fun Damon. We'll see each other again real soon" she laughed.
I had finally managed to pull the final bullet out of my chest and jumped up, fangs out ready to attack. All I could see was my bottle of the ground, lit up by the light of the flames behind me.
She was gone. And now I had no choice but to find Stefan and Elena and warn them.