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Authors: Chanelle Gray
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graveyard compulsions.
Except, when Saturday rolled around it was my day off.
I spent most of the day at Mercy’s house, listening to her parents argue downstairs while pretending that I couldn’t hear it. When I couldn’t deal with it anymore, I took the Tube h ome and forced myself to sleep.
A few hours later, my eyes flickered open to moonlight, pouring in through my bedroom window. Stretching, I rolled onto my back and stared up at my ceiling. I was still fu lly dressed and now wide-awake.
I sat up, trying to persuade myself to change into my pajamas . Downstairs, I could hear my dad laughing on the phone to someone. A few months back, he’d told Daniel and me that he’d been seeing someone. Sometimes, since then, he wouldn’t come home for a few days. Other times it would be in the early hours of the morning. I’d yet to meet this woman, and I didn’t ever intend to meet her. I listened for a few minutes, picking up a flirtatious tone in my father’s voice.
Groaning, I slid off the bed and pulled on my duffel coat. The window always stuck at night, but with a strong heave, I pushed it open and climbed onto the ledge, peering down. It was a long drop down. We were on the sixth floor of our building, and I couldn't even make it to the ground uninjured.
Sucking in a deep breath, I leapt the distance to a lamppost a few feet away and a couple floors down. With the grace of a cat, I landed on the light and slid down the pole easily. Then I plugged in my earphones and took off at a run toward the graveyard.
Before the graveyard even came into view, I could tell something had changed. Evil surrounded the area; so thick, I could taste it. Slowing down, I crept the remaining way, eyes peeled, body on full alert. I knew what was here, but it didn’t mean I was prepared for it.
I stopped, spotting two figures strolling towards the exit gate. A man and a woman. Both extremely good looking, both completely out of place in a dark cemetery. Breath held, I stood with my back pressed against the black gate.
“...Thought she’d be here,” the man was saying.
“Give it time. It’s barely one.”
I sucked in a deep breath. They were looking for me. Why were they looking for me? I wasn’t exactly a threat anymore.
“Think we should circle one more time?”
“Yeah, might as well.” The woman flicked her long, black hair back. “I can’t wait to see how we’ll be rewarded.”
“With power and riches beyond our wildest dreams.” They both laughed. “Fuck knows why he’s so obsessed with that dead Hunter. Now this one. I’ll never understand him.”
I narrowed my eyes. They could not be talking about my mother. I took a deep breath. No, there were loads of other Hunters around. What were the chances it was about my mum?
“You’re not supposed to understand. You’re supposed to follow,” the woman hissed.
There was no doubt, as to what they were now. Both moved too gracefully, too powerfully to be human.
“Hold on,” the man ordered, putting his hand out to stop the woman walking any further.
“What?”
“I can smell her.”
My eyes widened. I didn’t want to get into a fight today. Not when I was so totally unprepared. No weapon. No help. No idea of what they wanted. I was breaking all the rules my mother had consistently drummed into my head.
You see, the thing about the Damned is that they’re strong. Like really strong. A regular human wouldn’t be any kind of match against one. This was why The Sisterhood made us – Hunters. We matched their strength and agility. We sent their souls back to Hell. Sworn enemies. All of this, plus a day job. Like in the memory I’d relived in my dreams last night, my mother had spent most of my life trying to make Hunting sound like something amazing. She would tell me stories before she took me into that graveyard when I was six years old and make us out to be superheroes. The night I turned sixteen, I found out the hard way that she was
Except, when Saturday rolled around it was my day off.
I spent most of the day at Mercy’s house, listening to her parents argue downstairs while pretending that I couldn’t hear it. When I couldn’t deal with it anymore, I took the Tube h ome and forced myself to sleep.
A few hours later, my eyes flickered open to moonlight, pouring in through my bedroom window. Stretching, I rolled onto my back and stared up at my ceiling. I was still fu lly dressed and now wide-awake.
I sat up, trying to persuade myself to change into my pajamas . Downstairs, I could hear my dad laughing on the phone to someone. A few months back, he’d told Daniel and me that he’d been seeing someone. Sometimes, since then, he wouldn’t come home for a few days. Other times it would be in the early hours of the morning. I’d yet to meet this woman, and I didn’t ever intend to meet her. I listened for a few minutes, picking up a flirtatious tone in my father’s voice.
Groaning, I slid off the bed and pulled on my duffel coat. The window always stuck at night, but with a strong heave, I pushed it open and climbed onto the ledge, peering down. It was a long drop down. We were on the sixth floor of our building, and I couldn't even make it to the ground uninjured.
Sucking in a deep breath, I leapt the distance to a lamppost a few feet away and a couple floors down. With the grace of a cat, I landed on the light and slid down the pole easily. Then I plugged in my earphones and took off at a run toward the graveyard.
Before the graveyard even came into view, I could tell something had changed. Evil surrounded the area; so thick, I could taste it. Slowing down, I crept the remaining way, eyes peeled, body on full alert. I knew what was here, but it didn’t mean I was prepared for it.
I stopped, spotting two figures strolling towards the exit gate. A man and a woman. Both extremely good looking, both completely out of place in a dark cemetery. Breath held, I stood with my back pressed against the black gate.
“...Thought she’d be here,” the man was saying.
“Give it time. It’s barely one.”
I sucked in a deep breath. They were looking for me. Why were they looking for me? I wasn’t exactly a threat anymore.
“Think we should circle one more time?”
“Yeah, might as well.” The woman flicked her long, black hair back. “I can’t wait to see how we’ll be rewarded.”
“With power and riches beyond our wildest dreams.” They both laughed. “Fuck knows why he’s so obsessed with that dead Hunter. Now this one. I’ll never understand him.”
I narrowed my eyes. They could not be talking about my mother. I took a deep breath. No, there were loads of other Hunters around. What were the chances it was about my mum?
“You’re not supposed to understand. You’re supposed to follow,” the woman hissed.
There was no doubt, as to what they were now. Both moved too gracefully, too powerfully to be human.
“Hold on,” the man ordered, putting his hand out to stop the woman walking any further.
“What?”
“I can smell her.”
My eyes widened. I didn’t want to get into a fight today. Not when I was so totally unprepared. No weapon. No help. No idea of what they wanted. I was breaking all the rules my mother had consistently drummed into my head.
You see, the thing about the Damned is that they’re strong. Like really strong. A regular human wouldn’t be any kind of match against one. This was why The Sisterhood made us – Hunters. We matched their strength and agility. We sent their souls back to Hell. Sworn enemies. All of this, plus a day job. Like in the memory I’d relived in my dreams last night, my mother had spent most of my life trying to make Hunting sound like something amazing. She would tell me stories before she took me into that graveyard when I was six years old and make us out to be superheroes. The night I turned sixteen, I found out the hard way that she was
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