Hunter/Hunted

YEAR 3555 *CHARLES* "Oh come on Charles." Jessica whined, "why is Blaire always first choice? Because she's your daughter?" "She is my first choice because she is a better hunter than any of you. She's killed more than any of you and she hasn't even been branded with our crest yet. And she's the best because she is my daughter." Charles stared down at the entire hunter council that he presided over. "She is an Raiser. Do you want a history lesson on what that name means?" "No. Charles, we just...we don't know where she is right now. And she should be branded before she is sent off on such an important hunt." Mark said looking at each person while he spoke. Charles was a monster of a man, you could see how pure hunter blood ran through him. He was the size of most alpha werewolves. He stood six foot six inches with massive muscular arms and chest. He looked like a tank. "You can't find her? My daughter? You can't find Blaire?" Charles' face was getting red with ange

*BLAIRE* Blaire woke up earlier than Marlow did. He had his arm wrapped around her waist, laying close to her. She rolled her big green eyes, grabbed his arm and dropped if off beside her before climbing out of bed. "Seriously Blaire?" Marlow said sleepily. Tossing his arm off of her woke him, and not in the best way. "What? We're not together Marlow, no cuddling. That was a rule we agreed on." She snapped back. "Come on Blaire. We've been doing this forever. Can't you even accept that maybe there is something here between us, more than just great sex?" Marlow said sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. Even as he was trying to convince her to be together he couldn't help but admire her amazing naked body. She stood in the doorway of the bathroom leaning against the door jam. "Jesus no...Listen, if you're going to continue down this path of trying to be together or some shit. It's not going to happen." "I'm in love with you." He blurted out as if that was goi

*BLAIRE* "Oh God Blaire thank God you're back." An older woman gushed hurrying over to her, barely giving a glance to her travel companion. "Yes, I always return Elda." Blaire rolled her eyes and continued to walk. "Blaire! Blaire!" Three little kids screamed running to her excitedly. She knelt down and looked at all of them with a smile. "Did you kill a vampire?" One asked. "Or werewolf?" "A werepire?" The eldest, about seven years old, asked. All of them looked at her with eyes sparkling with excitement. She was their gaurdian, the person they aspired to be. "I killed some vampires. I haven't come across any werepires yet Wes, but you'll be the first one I tell if I ever do." They all gathered around to hug her tightly with excitement until the boom of her father's voice scared them off. "Blaire!" He shouted from their mansion's front steps, as it looked out over the rest of the small family village of hunters. "Yes, c

*SEBASTIAN* It was the third day he'd gone to that bar. It was on the outskirts of what would be considered the safer part of the region. It was backing up against the rabid terriories filled with rabid and rogue vampires and lycans. It was a dangerous place to be. And also those villages tended to be shit holes, but this bar was very nice, one of the nicer ones he'd ever been in. There were a few humans in some of the towns that owed him favors, and so he told them to notify him when Blaire was on the move. He'd been informed she'd be traveling there. He spent a few days prior establishing a reputation as 'calm' with the bartender to avoid issues while he observed her, gathering information the best he could. He was expecting his heart to leap hard in his chest and his stomach to twist when she walked into the bar and made eye contact with him. She turned away uncaring, but she of course knew what he was. He knew her and the bartender were talking about him. Which really was agains

*BLAIRE* It was an amazing night, but she was admittedly sore. Just as she thought she would be. Even as she lay there in his arms awake the electricity flowed between them. She didn't typically sleep all night with someone, Marlow had been the exception. So waking up in someone's arms was strange, and even more so that it was the very beast she would have to kill. She knew he was aware of who she was that she would be sent to kill him, but he didn't kill her. He had oppurtunity, instead he gave her an Earth shattering orgasm, well multiple, and cuddled with her. As she lay there comfortably in his arms, she remembered the little lycan boy she'd helped escape when she was little. It was him. She knew it. By the intense electrical shock when they touched, and his eyes, he was the little boy. What were the chances? As soon as he stirred she tensed up, he rubbed her thigh. "Relax. I'm not going to kill you." He breathed sleepily against her shoulder.