The Hunter

I kept my eyes locked on a specific man from across the bar. He was gorgeous with his chocolate brown hair, deep green eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a smile to die for. He was built like the rest of the Vampires, large and muscular. He towered over me and had to be over 6 feet tall at least. 

He was wearing a nice three piece suit, and his accent color matched the crimson adorning my nails. He had been drinking heavily most of the night. This was partially thanks to yours truly, who kept ordering him shot after shot on his own tab. 

We locked eyes after what felt like hours and I winked at him, causing him to make his way over to me. Once he reached me he immediately attempted to touch me. I grabbed his hand midair, stopping him before he could. I smiled to myself as his naughty thoughts infiltrated my mind, I already had him. 

"Not here." I purred with a sly smile. "Go pay your tab, and let's get out of here." I murmured into his ear, while taking his earlobe in my mouth softly. He suppressed a groan and reluctantly wandered back over to the bar, paying his tab. 

He made his way back to me and I got up and walked towards the door, leading him from the bar outside to my obsidian black Chiron Noire. "This is your car? Wow." He mumbled. Bugatti was always my favorite car brand. "I wouldn't roll in anything less." I purred, and shot him another wink. 

I clicked the key and the lambo doors flung open allowing us inside. This mother fucker better not throw up in my car, I thought, as he stumbled into his seat. I clicked the key again to close the doors and pressed the push to start, listening to the purr of the horses under the hood. 

"What's your address?" I asked him, hoping he wouldn't question me. I was here from out of town anyway, a hotel would be too conspicuous. "1487 carriage drive." He replied. 

"Jarvis, take me to 1487 carriage drive." I commanded my car, who obliged, as the GPS popped up on my screen leading us in the direction needed. Luckily, his house wasn't that far. 

We arrived shortly and I was impressed. His home was a beautiful Victorian style mansion adorned in gray and black shades. This was similar to many others before him. Vampires had a style, it would seem.  

I set my keys in the tray on the side table in his entryway, and we made our way upstairs into his bedroom. I watched as my prey sauntered over towards me after locking his bedroom door with an audible click. 

I withheld a shudder when I saw the glow of his eyes that were now blood red shining in the low light. Vampire’s eyes always glowed in the dark, and it was unnerving if we are being honest. 

He closed the gap between us with unnatural speed, pulling me into his arms and forcing me down on the bed. I briefly let my hand wander to my thigh, feeling that my silver knife was still in its rightful place and that eased my mind some. 

I could hear his thoughts once again, and right now the various ways he planned to ravage my body for the rest of the night were the only things on his mind. Vampires were mainly driven by two things, lust and bloodlust. Both of which I could freely give, right before I drove my blade straight into their cold black hearts. 

I wrapped my hand around the Vampire's neck, pulling him closer to me. “I want you to drink from me.” I moaned out in a soft, but aroused voice. I was extremely good at faking arousal. In fact I hated these filthy blood suckers. The thought of touching one, or even worse, one touching me, made my skin crawl. But money is money, and revenge is revenge. 

The Vampire growled deeply while rubbing his fangs on my neck in the spot he was about to sink them in. “Wait, there’s a better position for this.” I said softly, while pushing him so he was sitting up with his back against the headboard. 

Everyone knew Vampires loved to feed when Humans were on their lap, it gave them a direct line to the main vein in our necks. It was less painful for the Human too. I ignored his erection throbbing underneath my core as I took my place on his lap. He smashed his lips into mine hungrily, while his hands wrapped in my hair and trailed over my upper body. 

I moaned against his lips, practically begging for him to sink his fangs into my neck. Once he released his lips from mine, he softly trailed kisses onto my jaw and down to my neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He purred against the sweet spot in my neck. Unbeknownst to him those words would be the last words he would ever fucking say. I smirked silently to myself because I had him exactly where I wanted him. 

I kept one arm around his neck pulling us closer while the other firmly grasped my silver knife on my thigh, hidden underneath a sheath I had gotten for my birthday when I was younger. “Here, drink.” I moaned out while moving my hair off to the side so he could get a better shot. I was hoping to sound as flustered as I knew he was feeling. 

The second I felt his fangs pierce my skin, I pulled my knife out and drove it straight through his heart. I pulled away from him, ensuring that I kept both hands on the handle of my blade as I looked straight into his eyes. I wanted my face to be the last thing he saw before he died. 

“Filthy fucking leech.” I spat, then twisted the knife to ensure that I didn’t miss. I watched the thick red blood pouring from the blood suckers chest, coating his lap and my thighs long with it. I could feel the warmth of his blood covering my hands and knife as I pushed it further into his chest cavity. 

The light had gone out in his eyes already, but I had to be sure. “Such a shame, you were a gorgeous one.” I said with a smirk, as I pulled my knife from his chest and climbed off his dead body. My mind was numb as I walked over to his bathroom to clean up, leaving a trail of blood dripping from my thighs as I went. 

I carefully took off the dress I was wearing and turned the cold water on in the sink. Not that it mattered, it was black anyway, but I wanted to at least attempt to get the blood out. I loved this dress. I carefully ran the dress under the cold water until it ran clear signaling that all the blood was washed out. Then I wrung it out and hung it on the back of the door to dry. 

I jumped in the shower and turned on the hot water, letting it run down my face. I looked at my feet, as the blood washed off me and swirled down the drain in a mess of crimson. I took note that the blood matched the paint on my toe nails and that small fact made me smile. 

“148.” I said out loud, as if it would solidify the kill. I smiled to myself, as I washed up, using the Vampire’s shampoo and conditioner which smelled surprisingly good. Then I used his body wash and proceeded to get out of the shower, drying off. 

I rummaged through the bathroom cabinet until I found a bandage, I had to stop the bleeding in my neck. Luckily he didn't penetrate clear down to my vein, but it was still going to leave a mark. One that I would wear proudly. 

Next I found a hair dryer, and plugged it in. My hair was obsidian black and it was long, below my ass. After a kill, I always wore it straight down to commemorate my success. I turned the hair dryer to my dress once my hair was dry, hoping that I could at least dry it a little as I had to put it back on. 

After about 20 minutes I decided it was as good as it was going to get. No need to linger longer than I already have. I threw the dress back on and it was just damp. Perfect. I rinsed my knife off and put it back in its sheath, buckling it back around my thigh. I walked out and over to the Vampire whose lifeless body was still bleeding out onto the bed. 

He was wearing a gold chain with a gold ring dangling off the end. I unclasped it from his neck and threw it in the small pocket on my knife sheath, and then looked down at my hand. My left ring finger brandished an obsidian stone wrapped in silver (I had it re-casted from stainless steel). 

I had taken it from my first Vampire kill. A memento, if you will. I never took it off as a reminder of who I was, and what I was fighting for. I had to get it resized of course, but that was no big deal. 

There was a jeweler in The Academy that wouldn't ask questions. I kissed the ring. “For you mom.” I said out loud. Then I grabbed my heels, and headed out the door and down to the foyer area. The Vampire’s maids were working feverishly to keep the enormous place clean and I winked at them as I passed by. 

No doubt they would find out what I had done soon, if they didn’t already know. But what did I care? For all intents and purposes, I didn't exist. My DNA would never match any living person, my facial recognition wouldn't even connect to anyone. Another perk of my ties with The Academy, I was a ghost. 

I’m Human by all means. But I'm an enhanced Human, thanks to The Academy, where I grew up and trained. My eyes are obsidian black, matching my hair, another gift from The Academy after my enhancement. I’m about five foot six inches, and I have an athletic build. I watch what I eat, and I work out daily. 

Oh, and did I mention that I can read your thoughts as long as we have skin contact? That was the gift The Academy gave me. Each of us has a different gift, and they come at random. We do not get to choose what we get. I grew up in The Academy. My mother grew up here, her mother before her, and so on so forth. 

I was determined to break the mould, become the first of our line not to follow in their footsteps. Honestly, when I was young the thought of killing anything, let alone a person, Vampire or not, made me sick to my stomach. 

But when a Vampire killed my mother, my only family that I had ever known, back when I was 12 years old... I knew I had to avenge her death. 

Number 148 mom, number 148 and I will never stop.

I will kill every last one of these blood sucking leeches. 

My name is Snow. I'm 28 years old, and I’m a Vampire Hunter.