Chapter 2

Alvarias point of view.

"Why are you even judging us? Red wine has a lot of health benefits.This is a scientifically proven fact …red wine is very good for you,"

"You can say that again girl…lowers cholesterol, keeps you firm and slim plus it's rich in antioxidants just to name a few stuff…ohh not to forget it's good for your heart health,"

Damien was giving us a very judgmental look as Freya acted like the best friend that she is and backed up my claims with facts . She is honestly the best wingman that a girl can ever ask for.

"I am not disputing any of what you guys are saying even though your so-called "facts" don't sound so scientifically proven to me . Actually , which scientist and Institution used all of their research resources to test such a theory when they could have been trying to find a cure for one of those human diseases. Nevermind that , my thing is why are you drinking on duty? We are trying to find a mass murderer here , a deranged monster, a serial killer of some sort with some pretty powerful and dangerous magic . Why are you sipping on some wine and letting me do all of the work?"

Freya and I just stopped in unison before looking from each other to Damien. I was about to open my mouth and unleash some verbal lashing at him when I saw Freya looking more than ready to give him a piece of her mind. I did not waste any time stepping back and shutting my mouth as a form of …"over to you girl , you got this," and my girl did not disappoint, weake a perfect team as a matter of fact she made me proud.

"Firstly…eww drop the attitude. We can't go over this whole thing with you every single time . Actually no…how are we being judged by someone who actually drinks blood, like literal blood. You are drinking blood as we speak , why are you drinking on the job huh. Man always just want to come between woman and their happiness at this point,"

Damn…I couldn't have said it better myself. Freya and Damien have a sort of weird relationship where they constantly get on each other's nerves and fight over silly stuff but deep down it is all done from a place of love. If I am being honest I do stir the pot a bit and add to their constant bickering…it is my way of feeling included in their crazy antics. We are just one big messed up family and I love it. We bicker, argue and fight amongst each other a lot but when it comes down to it we always have each other's back.

"Hey, that's not fair . You know I have to drink blood …I am a vampire and that just comes with the package. Actually…no! I no longer want to argue about your wine , the two of you will just gang up on me like usual so drink and have fun. Just help me out here, I can't be the only one searching and doing all of our jobs,"

Ohhh yeah. I forgot to mention that Freya and I are actually taking a walk in the forest just sipping on our red wine while our poor Damien is running up and down the woods looking for the monster at large. Thoughts on what type of creature it could be still plagued my mind as I went over all of our suggestions to try and see which one fit best .. something about this whole case just felt wrong. The energy, aura or magic that I felt in that bus, the vile and brutal crime scene as well as no obvious motive. Since we started hunting professionally we have encountered the same types of monsters and none has ever done damage so shattering, especially not at such a short span of time . We often deal with crazed rogues , blood thirsty Vampires, some evil witches and monsters who want to feed on human flesh but never this type of case.

"Don't be such a baby. You don't see Freya and I complaining when we are doing all of the spells and magic parts do you? You know as much as we do that you are enjoying yourself ,don't try to lie . We already talked about this, now get back to it,"

Before you think that I am being too hard on poor Damien and that we are overworking him ,he actually does enjoy it and it was all his idea. The team and I have been together for years and hunting together for longer than I would like to admit. This is our family and this is how we have been running things for a very long time. The years of friendship, experience and Worthing together had sharpened our skills and allowed us to work as efficiently as we possibly could .

Damien is actually the fastest out of all of us. He is a pure blooded vampire and thrives on hunting down his prey. The whole hunting thing sounds more like a wolf thing but he seems to enjoy it more than I do . Since he is faster and can cover more ground on his own , he suggested that he does all of the searching…yes he did.

A while back we were hunting a pack of hungry Vamps who were feasting on humans and turning them when Freya got hurt while wondering on her own . Damien and I were so angry and so worried about her that we now watch over her at all times. I guess you could say we are just overprotective of her as she is the youngest and the more …human one, not weak just more human . It is easier to follow Damien's trail and catch up to him when he finds something than splitting up and making ourselves vulnerable. Hunting supernatural creatures is dangerous business and everyone has to play their part just right.

*Sssssss!*

"He found something ,this way …let's go!"

That ladies and gentlemen is how bad ass , intelligent hunters work. Efficiency at its finest. Personally I call that working smart and not hard While also keeping a bit of hard work mixed in there.

While Damien was off looking for any suspicious activity in the forest. I was tracking his scent and following closely behind him with Freya. You might be wondering why don't I just use my werewolf scent to find a scent of the suspect and use it to track it but that is hard work not smart work. Scents get messed up fast and I could lose the scent. The people in the bus were burnt to a crisp…Lord bless their souls but they were nothing but burnt flesh and they just messed up my nostrils. I could barely get any scent as everything was tainted with smoke and the smell of burning flesh .

Even if I could somehow find and track the scent…it would take too long. Damien is faster and I could never confuse his scent with anything, I practically live with the man, no seriously I live with him ….we all live together. Where the efficiency comes in is the dog whistle. It is barely audible to humans but to a werewolf with supernatural hearing…it's a pretty distinct loud hissing that I can hear from miles away. Damien finds something, I hear the hissing, track his scent and the sound . Smart I know…hunting is kind of our full time job and we are damn good at it.

Using a summoning spell that Freya and I have mastered over the years as well as some of Damien's magic that we syphined earlier we were able to reach him in no time. As I said efficiency at its finest which is why Damien was drinking some blood to restore his strength…we syphined a bit of his magic to be able to reach him at camp speed. We are good at what we do and have perfected the art of hunting over the years but I will brag more about that later , as of now …it's show time.

"What is she?"

Freya took the words right out of my mouth as we both looked at the petite woman standing by Damien's side. Smudges of ash and dark spots were all over her body. Tears were flowing in a never ending river as she stayed on the dirt just rocking herself back and forth.

"Shiii ,shiii .He will kill me, no! He will wipe me off of the face of the earth…he will punish me. No! Maybe I can escape, I could run . He will find me ,what he will do to me will be worse than death. Shiiii…shiiii. It is going to be ok,"

The lady's paranoid and traumatized state as well as her burnt clothes said it all. She was a survivor of the accident. Her manic state broke my heart and the horror in her eyes made me wonder about all that she had witnessed. Watching people being burnt alive and murdered by some heartless monster on a rampage could break just about anyone but her own case was different. She looked like she had gone through more than just that, like she had gone through hell and back at the hands of whatever monster we were dealing with which just fueled my rage .

"She is not communicating. I cannot even touch her and I don't want to try moving her from the tree. She is traumatized and I do not want to scare her any further. Whatever monster we are dealing with deserves what it has coming its way. We are killing it on the spot !"

Damien was just as enraged as me and I wouldn't have it any other way. I followed his line of vision all the way to Freya. A lone tear left her eye as she watched the woman going through a mental breakdown right before our eyes.

"Hey, it is going to be ok. I promise. It might not look like it now but it will get better,now let's get you out of here. I will take you to the hospital, ok? Is that fine with you?"

Freya did have a soothing voice and calming presence so it was no surprise to us when the woman suddenly looked up to her with some hope and got up off the floor.

"I got something… a scent…a man's scent. The same kind of magic we felt in the crime scene is just rolling off of him in waves . The smell of Ash and dead flesh just lingers around him as well as something I can't quite put my finger on…kind of nice"

My wolf just stirred up at the thought of getting to tear this beast of a thing limb from limb. Justice for All of those lives taken was about to be served. What I liked most about our job was the freedom. There is no law that binds us to arrest or hand over these monsters alive. The agreement is to deal with them as we see fit and this bastard is about to experience pain and fury unlike no other .

"You and Damien got this. I just have to go with her and take her to safety. I can't just leave her here like this and we can't just take her towards the danger . Seeing the monster that terrorized her would just break her more,"

Deep down I knew how Freya felt, this is how she was when we brutally lost our parents but that is a story for another day.

There were no objections from us as we gave her a nod of understanding and headed towards the scent.

Hunting monsters, killing stuff and getting rid of any traces of their existence…that is the job and this creature will never live to tell the story of the amount of sheer touture he is about to experience at my hand .