All Chapters of The Hunter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11I spotted a Vampire with a tray of blood and grabbed a glass from it as he walked by, pretending to take a drink of the warm liquid. It baffles me how they can drink this shit. I mean I know they are Vampires so they have too, but jesus christ. Just having the blood I had in my own mouth earlier was gag worthy. It was like having a mouthful of pennies. I smiled and laughed as I I walked through the crowd towards the front door I originally came through. I set my glass of blood on a tray as the Vampire holding it walked by, and I continued on my journey to the entryway. I was in the homestretch, probably 20 feet away from the door, when a very attractive Vampire, with short onyx locks and the most neon green eyes I had ever seen, stepped in front of me. He held out his hand. “Would you do me the honor?” He purred. It was then that I realized there was a slow song starting and the realization hit me that he wanted to dance. Jesus fuck, I was almost to the door… I honestly did

Chapter 13His thoughts calmed down after that and he was more focused on enjoying the time we had because he wasn't sure when he would see me again. I sat up climbing from the tub and grabbing a towel for both of us. "Why don't you stay the night?" I said. He smiled. "I would love to." He said, and followed me to the bed. I threw my hair into a bun to keep it off my neck since it was wet, and I climbed into bed. He followed, and I took my place in his arms with my leg over the top of his. He lightly brushed his hand on my shoulder and down my back. Neither of us said anything but I fell asleep with the hum of his now peaceful thoughts coursing through my mind. I hadn't set an alarm to wake up, but Xavier was stirring in bed next to me. I woke up with my back to him but he had pulled me close, and had his arms wrapped tightly around me as if he was afraid I wouldn't be there when he woke up. "Good morning, beautiful." He said, and I mumbled something incoherent. I hated mornings if we

Chapter 15He pulled me through another door and into his garage. I was in absolute shock when I realized that his Chiron wasn't the only rare car he owned. Now I was intrigued. Cars had always been somewhat of a passion of mine, ever since I was young. I was now within my own element. "Wow, this is insane! Do you know how rare these cars are?!" I exclaimed, letting go of his hand, even though that meant losing my connection to his mind, so I could wander over and look at each and every one of them. He had two Bugattis, A Chorin noir like mine but with orange accents underneath and Solid black Veyron. He had a Ferrari 250 Grand Turismo Omologato, which, by the way, is the rarest car in the world! A Lamborghini Diablo VT 6.0 Se and a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ. There was an old style Ford Model T, in perfect original condition, a Tesla Roadster, a really nice Porsche Spyder, a suped up 2021 Honda Civic…. He literally had such a mix of cars, new, old, rare and not so rare, I was in heave

Chapter 17I heard my car pull up and luckily it hadn't been that long. I wiped my tears as I got into my driver's seat and clicked the button to close my door. “Jarvis, take me to a place where I can see the ocean from a rolling hill or cliff.” I said. “Yes ma’am, Otter Cliff is nearby.” He said. I had no idea where Otter Cliff was, but it would do. I relaxed some as my car started to head in that direction. My tears had stopped falling now, and I looked over at my dash screen, meeting eyes with Damien, whose face was plastered all over it from my previous research of him. I groaned and swiped the screen to remove the data. I was trying to get away from him, but it seemed that he was everywhere. My thoughts were running rampant with what just happened, and the things he said. I could still feel his kiss, his lips sending lightning dancing through my body. Why did it do that? Why would it? I had never felt anything so intense in my entire life and I was baffled at why it would even ha

Chapter 19My nerves were shot when my car pulled into a small cemetery that backed the ocean under the cover of a large cliff and many large trees. I looked out my windshield in awe as we passed old sandstone headstones and some neat looking statues and benches. It had always been somewhat of a strange obsession of mine since I was a child. I wanted to see every single cemetery, I loved how each cemetery had a differing layout. I loved how each cemetery told a story with its inhabitants and you could tell how old a cemetery was by the headstones it produced. The sandstone headstones, for example, told me that this particular cemetery had been here a very long time. I thought I was the only one who knew this, but I had spent many hours of my life in cemeteries across the United States while Hunting. It gave me an excuse to explore. I saw Damiens Ferrari not too far down the path and Jarvis pulled up right next to it. My heart was hammering in my chest, partially from excitement at whe