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his head again, only to
gasp, as it grabbed my sword between his hands. I’d never seen one
move so lightning fast. Nearby, I heard a muffled sound, but I
never let my gaze leave the vamp before me. If I did I was without
a doubt dead, sooner rather than later. Only a miracle and time
could get me out of this shitty predicament.
A blade appeared out of nowhere, and
punctured the back of its head, startling me. Somehow Dimitri had
thrown it, keeping his promise to me. Either way he’d given me the
opportunity I needed to wrench my sword free and give it another
weak attempt.
As the vampire tried to remove the thrown
blade from his head, I swung. My momentum was enough that when the
monster realized its mistake, it was over. I sliced through his arm
and neck, and took its head completely off his shoulders.
I was instantly soaked in vampiric blood and
gore, and shocked. Somehow I had managed to survive facing an
elder. Something unheard of.
A human would’ve never done it. I was just
barely fast enough, especially with the distraction my beloved had
given me.
Its head fell to the ground, bounced once
losing an eyeball in the process, and a moment later its body
slowly followed. I saw the light fade from its dead eyes and the
revelation freeze permanently upon his too human face.
At one time this vamp had been a human, a
man, maybe a father or brother with family that missed him. I
wondered how I could let them know he was no longer a dead thing, a
blood thirsty demon, hell-bent on feeding on everything in his
path. The flesh on his clothes disgusted me, but the thought of
such loss saddened me, and confused me.
I swallowed hard and cleaned my sword
quickly, and then heard Ash come up behind me. He’d come back
despite Santos dragging him off. I was not surprised.
I had another heart wrenching job before me,
possibly or rather probably, and I didn’t want him here when I went
through with it. I wanted to be alone, if I had the guts to do
this.
My soul mate would cease to exist, something
I could not bear, and by my own hands. My heart shattered into a
trillion slivers, piercing my insides. I needed to be cold and
methodical, a hunter not a love sick moron. I shoved aside what
little sanity I had left and forced myself to follow through as
protocol would have it. I would be a machine, a half dead monstrous
hunter with nothing left to live for.
That was all I was left with. Death, blood,
soulless corpses that would add haunting macabre images to the rest
already permanently engraved into my black mind.
    “ Come on! We have orders to
abandon the hunt. Commander Ian was injured and we lost one other
hunter.”
I hesitated when he mentioned Ian. I could
not let him die, Lane would be lost, and she still mattered. If
there were more vamps, and there more than likely was I thought to
myself while staring at the elder, than he was right. Although if
Dimitri turned, it was my job, as well as a promise I’d made to
kill him.
I was torn with indecision. If Dimitri was
somehow alive, I could save him. My blood would be enough to insure
he lived, or so I hoped. If he was dead then I wanted to bury him.
If, goddess forbid, he was turned I’d kill him.
I was terrified to look, to see if my lover
was truly dead, a monster, or suffering.
I went to him. The last thought, of him
suffering, had me moving.
Oh, Hell! He was turning. His eyes fading
away to grey then changing to black. His bright blue-green eyes
were gone, forever from this world. Fangs grew with a sharp snick
of sound. One I’d heard too many times on the battlefield.
I lowered my head. He was dead to me. My
love, my Dimi, was no longer human. A sick, dead, and tortured
sound escaped my lips.
A tear ran down my cheek. A burning pain
enveloped my heart. I stopped breathing. I could not go on.
    “ Fucking kill me now you
heartless piece of shit!” I screamed at the headless corpse rotting
away at my feet.
Ash came to me and reached for me, just as I
slipped to my knees in the