to reveal their vulnerabilities. It was only a matter of time before she figured it out and called them on it.
Abby was curled up against Noel on the sofa. They were trying to read an ancient book on the history of hunters. They were hoping to learn more about how a hunter became intertwined with the demon Morphus. The writing had faded and the flow of the language really slowed them down. Both were determined to continue, hoping it would mention something about the ordained huntress.
“Maybe we should call Sergei. See if he or one of our associates can decipher this for us,” Noel suggested.
Abby hated the idea of using their organization to help them out. She wasn’t sure who she could trust. Only two people within the organization knew of and approved all the members, their leader, Lord Gaius, and their recruiter, Nicodemus. They were told there were only about twenty pure vampires, but Abby was wary of the information given to them. Currently, she and Noel only knew a few. Sergei was a language specialist that was offered to them when they first started seeking information on Morphus. Barron was the scientist who tested and researched everyone’s blood in the group. He was introduced to Abby at his request due to a particular interest in her heritage. He was hoping to find the particular genes, if any, which were responsible for the attributes that made Abby destined to be a huntress. With her and Noel, that made up six out of the organization. Of those that remained, the only information ever given to her about their identities was that each offered a specific skill or expertise that could be called upon when required, never before.
Abby strained her eyes in a particularly worn out area on the page. She angled the table lamp underneath, trying to bring out the faded lines in the paper. “No. We can figure out enough to get the gist of it. We’re just having trouble seeing it. Maybe we can Xerox it. Make it darker.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
A loud thump turned both their heads toward the wall bookcase. Emily had been scanning the upper most shelves, removing each book to see if something may have fallen behind. Finally giving up, she had jumped a few feet to the floor.
“You know, Chancellor Moore has his own private collection in his office. Anything useful is probably in there.”
“These books are useful. You just have to know what to look for,” stated Noel, his eyes returning to the book.
“I’m just saying, ask the Chancellor for his collection. You’re here to help. He should be willing to share.”
“Yeah, cause he looks like a sharing kind of guy. I’m sure he’ll jump right on that,” replied Abby sardonically.
At that moment, Darby entered the library with Mira. Both appeared to be in their mid twenties. So young , thought Abby. Emily had been the same age when they met two years back, but she seemed more mature than these two; stronger, more confident.
Darby had a beautiful glow to her lightly tinted skin. She had long blonde hair tied loosely in the back and eyes as blue as the sea. Mira, on the other hand, was far plainer. Sallow skin, mousy brown hair and unspectacular brown eyes - if ever there were a plain Jane, Mira was it.
Both came to about five foot five and had a lean, healthy weight. Surely flexible, they seemed to have little muscle mass. This astonished Abby. All of the current female hunters were far lighter and less dense than Abby and the women from her time period. Abby stuck out like a sore thumb. She dearly wanted to feed them all.
Emily was one of the more attractive huntresses. And she was the only huntress that had some weight. Probably due to the extensive workouts she was put through since they met. That and an appetite for red meat she curved on a daily basis.
“There you are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Darby said to Emily.
“It’s time to go,” added Mira, tapping her watch.
“Where are you guys going?” Noel asked.
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