2: Obsessed

HAYDON

There was a strange pull I felt as my bike passed a large, metallic gate which gleamed slightly in the moonlight. It was the same pull I had been feeling for the past week, and it was the same pull that was driving me crazy and led to me being sent here in the first place. I broke suddenly and got off of my bike, my feet carrying me closer towards the intimidating mansion. At first I thought about ripping the gate from it’s hinges and then walking in. I then, however, inspecting the home more closely and realised that I recognised the gate and the mansion. How could I not, in such a dull and dreary neighbourhood. It all belonged to the famous Drackon family- One of the most influential families in the supernatural world. They were a family I would prefer not to wake up, especially since I was already not in their good books… especially since they were hunters and I was a vampire.

Suddenly, a sweet, delicious scent wafted into my nose. It was so potent, I could taste the sweet sugar particles on the tip of my tongue, so potent, it compelled me- or more specifically, my body- over the gate and into the yard. I was so curious as to where this strange scent originated from. Was the owner an object? A person? Was that the reason I felt this strange sudden pull?

Eventually I found myself clinging to the wall, making my way up to a beautiful balcony in enclosed by a barrier made of intertwining gold which spread into shapes resembling leaves and beautiful flower petals. Who did this balcony belong to? I was certain this smell could not originate from the great leaders apparently residing in this home. I’d recognised the scent of the married couple and this sweetness was nothing compared to the sweetness in the air. Slowly I made my way across the balcony, toward a clear glass door, and that, was when I saw her.

There she was, sleeping so peacefully that she resembled an angel. Her long, dark hair shone in the pale moonlight, glistening like black silk. Her slightly tanned skin looked soft, delicate and it invited me to gently stroke a finger against it. I sniffed in her sweet scent, and then froze in my tracks. My eyes never left her sleeping body as a single word repeated itself over and over in my head.

Hunter.

She was a hunter! I had developed some kind of insane obsession with a hunter! This time I was sure to find myself in a fate of death. The question, however, was who was she? A friend of theirs? A cousin maybe? I hoped that she was not a close relative of theirs or else this obsession would become a whole lot more complicated. A vampire and hunter having a more than platonic relationship was not only illegal, but suicide.

However, the more I stared at her, the more obsessed I began to feel. I began memorising every inch of her. The way her beautiful, full lips parted, allowing her breath to escape. The way her eyes crinkled, causing her long lashes to touch the skin under her eyes, every time she tossed and turned. She was perfect, peaceful, graceful. She was everything that I was not.

It was then that I decided to leave her be. Even though this strange hunter had me confused and obsessed, I knew that staying too long would lead to needless attachment. I didn’t deserve to obsess over someone this pure.

I turned around and looked at the dark sky. Gentle orange blotches were starting to appear here and there, which meant that I would have to leave soon, since I had no protection against the sun at this point in time. Before I left, though, I stole one last glance at her, hoping to burn her image into my brain. I then proceeded to jump off of the balcony, landing soundlessly on the ground.

Soon I was out of the yard. I then got back onto my bike and began to drive, stopping only a few seconds later. It was then that I realised that my destination… was right next to her home. Great, she was my neighbour!

I got off of my bike with a sigh, smiled and shook my head, wondering if this was some sort of punishment for all of my past transgressions. I was in an unfamiliar town, living next to a girl I was obsessed with, who just so happened to be one of my mortal enemies. If this was no recipe for disaster, I had no clue what was.

As I neared the front door to my cousin’s home, I couldn’t help but pick up the slight stench of his blood, which was quite odd. What was more odd, was the fact that his body was sprawled out in front of the door.

“Got into a fight?” I asked, towering over him with folded arms.

He struggled for a bit as he repeatedly lifted his head a few inches and then let it drop, clearly lacking the strength to keep his head up. Eventually, he succeeded, although his head did still wobble slightly.

“You could say that.” He said.

In all honestly I thought he was drunk, but his words came out perfectly.

“Took a beating from the neighbour. Accidentally tried to kill her.”

Her? Did he mean miss Drackon. I was about to ask when he took in a few deep breaths before passing out. Whoever beat him up did a splendid job. He had a large black eye which had slowly begun healing. His skin was torn apart under his bloodied clothes and a few of his fingers dangled from his hand. Did this person use a knife?

I moved in closer and inspected his wounds further only to discover that the only possible weapon capable of inflicting such wounds was an axe.

I gasped as realisation slipped in. I thought I had imagined it before, but clearly I hadn’t. Before I left her balcony I saw it, glittering on the floor.

Her axe.