through the cracks in the boarded up windows as the sun reappeared from behind the cloud. In the newly illuminated room the situation seemed even direr. How would we get out of this alive?
The female spoke for the first time. "Why couldn't you leave us alone?"
"If you'd left us alone, then we wouldn't have to be here. But you have ripped apart countless lives by slaughtering innocent people. Not to mention what you did to that poor kid over there," Finlay seethed. His normally calm, relaxed demeanour had begun to waver and had been replaced with a simmering rage.
"You hunters are such sanctimonious creatures. So determined to save a world that can't be saved," the male retorted sarcastically.
I sent a concerned glance toward the girl. She still seemed to be unconscious. Still in the same slumped position that she had been in earlier. An involuntary shudder ripped through my body, as I wondered if we would be able to get her out of here alive.
The male was watching me with a quizzical look. A throaty chuckle came from its lips.
"What can I say? Children's blood tastes sweeter. There is something about a child's fear that makes for an enticing meal. Absolutely delicious."
A noise of disgust escaped from my lips. The child meant nothing to these animals. They didn't care about the absolute terror she must have been feeling, and in fact they enjoyed it. Waves of loathing and rage ripped through my chest. Without thinking, I lunged forward toward the beasts. I felt a sharp tug on my jacket, and suddenly felt weightless, as I found myself being jerked backwards. I crashed into Finlay with a loud grunt.
"Don't," he warned, releasing my jacket from his tight grip. He defensively pushed me behind him. Finlay was right; launching into a suicide mission wouldn't help the child. I still had to think about how we would get her out of here alive, and if I acted on raw emotions I couldn't do that. Robert caught my eye, sending me a wary look. I nodded to his unspoken order.
During our training, Robert had taught me to block out any emotions when hunting. It would impair your judgement and cloud any rational thinking. Block out feelings of grief, rage or sorrow when on a hunt, and save it for later. Let these emotions motivate you, but never let them rule because they will get you killed. I had let my emotions get the best of me on my last hunt, and I almost didn't make it out alive. I wouldn't make that mistake again. I pushed down the feeling of nausea as bile filled my throat and willed my hands to stop shaking.
"Your friend's right. Don't go doing anything stupid," the male vampire instructed, a smirk playing at the corners of its lips.
No one moved, each of us taking stock of the situation, evaluating our opponents for signs of weakness. Seconds passed, and it felt like hours. Tension was thick in the air. My heart raced, giving the vampires an auditory signal of my fear. I struggled to calm myself, determined not to give these animals any satisfaction. My gaze flickered between the two vampires, before settling on the female. Rage rolled off the creature in waves, the hatred for us clearly visible in its eyes. The male thrust its chin in my direction, giving a silent order. The female obeyed and crouched forward, into a pose I recognised instantly. The way its body was coiled, it looked like a snake about to strike. A surge of adrenaline hit me, and I felt my senses heighten as my body tensed for the attack.
The speed at which it moved was incredible, and it was in front of us in a fraction of a second. Its lips pulled back into a distorted grin, razor sharp teeth gnashing in front of us. In one swift movement it
The female spoke for the first time. "Why couldn't you leave us alone?"
"If you'd left us alone, then we wouldn't have to be here. But you have ripped apart countless lives by slaughtering innocent people. Not to mention what you did to that poor kid over there," Finlay seethed. His normally calm, relaxed demeanour had begun to waver and had been replaced with a simmering rage.
"You hunters are such sanctimonious creatures. So determined to save a world that can't be saved," the male retorted sarcastically.
I sent a concerned glance toward the girl. She still seemed to be unconscious. Still in the same slumped position that she had been in earlier. An involuntary shudder ripped through my body, as I wondered if we would be able to get her out of here alive.
The male was watching me with a quizzical look. A throaty chuckle came from its lips.
"What can I say? Children's blood tastes sweeter. There is something about a child's fear that makes for an enticing meal. Absolutely delicious."
A noise of disgust escaped from my lips. The child meant nothing to these animals. They didn't care about the absolute terror she must have been feeling, and in fact they enjoyed it. Waves of loathing and rage ripped through my chest. Without thinking, I lunged forward toward the beasts. I felt a sharp tug on my jacket, and suddenly felt weightless, as I found myself being jerked backwards. I crashed into Finlay with a loud grunt.
"Don't," he warned, releasing my jacket from his tight grip. He defensively pushed me behind him. Finlay was right; launching into a suicide mission wouldn't help the child. I still had to think about how we would get her out of here alive, and if I acted on raw emotions I couldn't do that. Robert caught my eye, sending me a wary look. I nodded to his unspoken order.
During our training, Robert had taught me to block out any emotions when hunting. It would impair your judgement and cloud any rational thinking. Block out feelings of grief, rage or sorrow when on a hunt, and save it for later. Let these emotions motivate you, but never let them rule because they will get you killed. I had let my emotions get the best of me on my last hunt, and I almost didn't make it out alive. I wouldn't make that mistake again. I pushed down the feeling of nausea as bile filled my throat and willed my hands to stop shaking.
"Your friend's right. Don't go doing anything stupid," the male vampire instructed, a smirk playing at the corners of its lips.
No one moved, each of us taking stock of the situation, evaluating our opponents for signs of weakness. Seconds passed, and it felt like hours. Tension was thick in the air. My heart raced, giving the vampires an auditory signal of my fear. I struggled to calm myself, determined not to give these animals any satisfaction. My gaze flickered between the two vampires, before settling on the female. Rage rolled off the creature in waves, the hatred for us clearly visible in its eyes. The male thrust its chin in my direction, giving a silent order. The female obeyed and crouched forward, into a pose I recognised instantly. The way its body was coiled, it looked like a snake about to strike. A surge of adrenaline hit me, and I felt my senses heighten as my body tensed for the attack.
The speed at which it moved was incredible, and it was in front of us in a fraction of a second. Its lips pulled back into a distorted grin, razor sharp teeth gnashing in front of us. In one swift movement it
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