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this but I had a thing for motorcycles, and one in a hidden garage. Dropping the bags I flicked on the light. There sitting in the middle of the tiny tin garage was a sleek blood red, black chromed, Harley Davidson soft tail. It was called the Blood Hunter and her name was elegantly scripted across the tank in gold leaf.

I had won her as a gift for completing my first mission as a freelance hunter. Needless to say I fell in love with it. Grabbing the homemade racks off the wall of the garage I bolted them on. There was one for each side, both had a spiked front, side, and back panels that stood up three inches from the base.

I had first made them to carry my bag of weapons around but then converted it into a type of rack for hauling heads with. I didn’t get paid unless I had the head of my target sent in a box to my commissioner’s address. Sick but useful. Dropping the bags on the rack I tied them down with some straps.

Zipping up my jacket I threw my hood up over my head. If I was going to ride to the hospital I was going to do it as dry as possible. Kicking off my ruined slippers I mounted the Harley. Barefoot in the rain was better then getting a designating slipper stuck in the belt and flipping the bike on a highway.

Pulling my black helmet over my head I started the bike up. Revving the engine I gunned it out of the shed and onto the road. It was time to say goodbye to dad.
Chapter 10 - Rogue’s and Allies


Parking my bike outside the hospital I kicked the kick stand out leaning my bike over into a resting position. Pulling my helmet off I shook out my blonde hair letting it fall in neat, cascading, ringlets around my shoulders. The rain had stopped hours ago when I was back in Evansville, at least five towns ago. Dismounting my precious bike I closed my eyes.

This was going to be difficult, I wasn’t entirely sure I could do it alone. Eyes fluttering open I fought back tears. I didn’t have anyone to call for support. Mom was dead, I was an only child, Emma was dealing with Gavin, Gavin was just too dangerous to be around, and I had no friends. I was in this alone weather I liked it or not.

My cell phone sang to life in the pocket of my blue jeans I had changed into at a gas station in Evansville. Pulling it out I flicked the screen over to the text message. Another address, no the same address. I frowned at it. 95 West Columbine Drive Rochester, Benjamin Dwight. The address was so familiar to me but the name threw me off. Why send a name?

My chest tightened when I realized that 95 West Columbine Drive was the address for the hospital. I had to get in there before one of them attacked my father. But if I went in hunting this Benjamin Dwight I couldn’t look after my father. Damn vampires to hell for their crappy timing. One option, call back up. I couldn’t guarantee any of the other hunters were around close by but I had to try. Swallowing hard I speed texted the address back adding AGKAW to the end.

It stood for Ass Getting Kicked Assistance Wanted. Not a very good code name for help but I liked it. Shoving the phone in my back pocket I threw my helmet onto the rack, peeling out of my still wet jacket. Popping the tie down strap loose I grabbed the black book bag. I couldn’t wait for someone who might not show up.

Shrugging into the shoulder straps I clicked the thin plastic clasp together across my chest. I was going to fight my way to him alone if I had to. The straps felt cold and wet against my bare shoulders, the bag itself making my red tank top stick to my back. Tapping my tennis shoes on the asphalt parking lot I took in one last relaxing breath. Into the devils den I go.

Jogging casually up to the entrance I felt like I was going to explode from the tension. I felt like breaking down and crying over dad, then I wanted to rush in guns a blazing and save him like I was a total badass. Neither was going to happen. I wouldn’t cry and I wasn’t a badass. I didn’t even know how to shoot a gun, knives, arrows, swords, holey water, those where my weapons.

Stepping up to the second door of the hospital entrance I felt a hot, sticky, wall of heat slap me. The air conditioning was off and it was like a bonfire in there. I waited for the doors to whoosh open but they didn’t. Were they manual? I glanced down, no handles. Something was wrong. The first set had the handles on them, I thought nothing of them not whooshing open for me.

Hands at the mouth of my bag I pulled out four knives, there handles sitting nicely in special pockets so I could just reach and throw if necessary. Nothing jumped out at me, a nurse never walked by to yell at me about having weapons; I didn’t even see pedestrians who would be here for appointments. Bad sign. Transferring two over to my left hand I dug around for the wrist sheaths in the bottom.

Pulling out two identical sheaths I strapped the left one on first, a knife in my mouth, three in my left hand so I could. The silver plated throwing dagger slid in the sheath nicely. Eyes flickering up to the dead glass door I shifted the knives to my right hand, repeating the process. I slid another one into the sheath leaving me with two out. Kneeling I shoved the last knife in my empty ankle sheath.

I was glad I had forgotten to take it off after the Liam incident, not that I ever carried a knife in it. Pulling the thin chain of my cross bracelet out I clasped it on my right arm. Yes crosses scared them but that was about it, unless you had holey water to purify the silver with then it was like acid in a solid form, just throw and burn.

Holding my final dagger in my left hand I tensed my shoulders, ready. Wedging the knife between the door and the frame I forced it open enough to get a foot in. The door was unwilling but I finally managed to force it open enough to slid through into the hot, muggy, mess of the hospital. Holding the knife close to my chest I pressed the blade against my arm like it was a kunai knife and not a throwing dagger.

I had to keep my weapons protected so I didn’t loose them. I was only alive because Gavin had been the first one in my room and not Liam. I couldn’t handle Liam yet but I would with time. My eyes narrowed as I snuck my way down the main hall that led into the hospital. I couldn’t believe no one was around; it was like walking into a dark cave. It was silent and empty but you could feel something staring at you from somewhere deeper inside.

I wondered if this was how Emma felt when she walked in on Gavin. I hoped I wouldn’t walk in on a vampire ripping someone apart. Then again they were all probably dead already if this was a rogue pack. I only hunted lone rogue vampires but the name was starting to mean something to me. Benjamin Dwight was a wanted vampire. He had a huge reward for his head. Only problem was, he had a rogue pack at his beck and call that followed him.

Pressing my back against a wall I swallowed my pulse. There was something walking down the hall towards me. I needed to get to my dad. Only question, where was he? I stopped as I came up on a blind corner. The sound came from down the corridor. It was soft, hushed, and almost undetectable. Something no human could pull off unless barefoot.

They weren’t bare foot. I could hear the faint hollow thud of a thick soled shoe echo with the hushed silence. Switching my hold on the knife I readied to throw the blade into the chest of what ever vampire may have been lurking on the other side.

Taking in a deep breath I tensed and turned the corner, arm cocked back to throw, left foot out so I could put my whole body into it. The stronger the throw the deeper the blade goes in for a kill.

“Wait don’t throw it!”

Jerking to a stop I closed my hand around the knife to keep it from flying. I hobbled down the hall a couple steps, off balanced by the sudden change. Eyes wide I blinked at the medium built teenager in the hall way. His hair was long, silky smooth, and black like a raven’s wing tied back at the nape of his neck.

His eyes were near the same color, there brown pools so dark they were black. I knew him.
“Jasper?” I whispered harshly.

“You sent out an emergency text, who did you expect to come?” He whispered stocking down the hall to my side.

I opened my mouth and shut it. I wasn’t really sure who I thought would come, but it sure as hell wasn’t him. Not only was he our designated desk jockey who sent out the addresses but Jasper was- His hand shot forward suddenly, cutting off my thoughts. I dropped to the floor turning to look over my shoulder in one clumsy motion.

Without having to see or think about it I stabbed out. The tip of my blade plunged into the chest of a rogue vampire. He shrieked, shuttering before slumping over my blade dead. Panting I swallowed my heart back down. It hadn’t been my blade that killed him; I was an inch to low to have struck the heart.

Eyes drifting up I stared at Jaspers hand. It was embedded in the vampire’s throat, blood pouring down the wound, spine half way ripped out of the body. I pulled my knife out and Jasper dropped the body. Standing I hung my head shamefully, being rescued by him was embarrassing. My eyes drifted to his hand that was covered in blood.

Five perfectly curved, invisible, blood soaked, claws glistened in the white light. It was slightly unnerving even though I trusted him with my life, obviously. But Jasper wasn’t just the leader of our little vampire hunting group. He was a vampire himself.

“You are distracted tonight. Normally you would have taken care of it before it got

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