Thank you Dollie, Foxeyes, Suz, Ren and Castra for reviewing! Now here is your chapter 2.
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He threw off his covers and got dressed. The laughter was too painful to ignore, so Timmy chose to escape. A black turtleneck, cargo pants and a pair of combat boots later, he leapt out of his two story window and went out into the night.
He climbed over the decorative steel fencing with ease and began to expand his senses away from what he left behind. A junkie was making a deal with his supplier in an alley a mile away. A mother was tucking her child in for the night with the sweet sound of a lullaby.
Timmy often wondered what his own mother would think of what became of her two children. One was the same little boy she left behind when her neck was brutally snapped. The other had grown into a beautiful young woman who could kill in a hundred different ways.
It hurt Timmy to think of his mother. Rashel never really went into detail on how their mother died only that Hunter killed her. Hunter who brutally snapped her neck like an animal. The man who he foolishly followed at one time like a dumb puppy. Who destroyed so many lives.
Like Timmy did.
I will not think of those times, he swore to himself as he began to jog along the dark streets. I was another person then.
He chose to think of his father. A brave man, one who gave his life for other while fighting in the Marines. Timmy could almost remember the man's face, a face he might have shared if fate were not cruel. His handsome rugged features. His blue eyes like Timmy's own. The smell of his after-shave, the feel of strong arms carrying him gently.
A brutal hand jerking him to a stop interrupted his thoughts. Timmy looked up at the owner of the hand and saw a lanky man grinning down at him.
I don't have time for this crap, Timmy thought with a sigh.
"Hey, you're a pretty boy." The stranger said ruffling his hair. "Wanna play a game?"
Timmy smirked, Maybe I have some time to get rid of this sicko. Aloud he said shyly, "What type of game?"
The man smiled bigger and placed a 'friendly' arm around Timmy, "A real fun game called Doctor."
He began leading the smaller boy deeper into the shadows of an alley where if he were to scream no one would care or help. Timmy knew the score all too well, he began hunting those who hunted children.
Once inside the safe shadows the man struck… but Timmy was faster. He kicked the man's legs out from under him, shattering the bone and forcing him down to the vampire's level.
"You chose the wrong little boy to mess with." Timmy whispered before draining the pedophile of his blood and leaving his empty body for the police to puzzle over.
The stars twinkled above him like tiny diamonds as he walked down the street. Around him people began to rest and slumber, unaware a hunter walked in the form of a child among them. The wind whispered through houses and his hair, telling him a lonely tale. But not as lonely as his own.
The moon sent down her pale light. People slept and crickets chirped their eternal songs but neither gave Timmy peace.
The blood inside him began to cool and become part of his tragic self. The thrill was gone and all that remained was the feelings of loneliness.
He stopped and closed his eyes, remembering the scent of baked pies that always accompanied his mother. The smell of dirt and sweat that once was a part of his big sister as blood now was to him.
Rashel, what are you doing now? He asked himself. Are you still laughing with your new found friends? Are you making dreams come true with your soulmate? Or are you wondering where poor Timmy is on this lonely night?
Suddenly he felt warm arms enclose him and the scent of raspberries surround him. Soft wisps of hair tickled his nose as a face nuzzled his neck. Timmy opened his eyes and saw the last person he'd expect.