Short Story

Instead her attackers were shrieking and blindly stabbing into the darkness, trying to attack the one attacking them. The woman dropped to her knees in terror, but Jessie never dropped her gaze. One by one the attackers fell to the cacophony of bones snapping, blood splattering against the stone walls, and howls of agony. The 'hero's' cloak swept around his body as he fought them, the edges of it stained in their blood, and in the distant moonlight Jessie could just make out his face - the deep blue eyes devoid of any light, warmth, or

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

“I want you to look at her and tell her you no longer want to be a part of our lives because she’s not worth living for.”

“They want my baby,” she states as she looks Rick in the eyes and begins to cry.

“I went over to take her to the lawyer’s office and found her in bed. Apparently, she passed away in her sleep. I know sometimes Mom was hard to deal with and was not always kind, but she was a wonderful mother. One of her greatest pleasures in life was arguing with people, whether she was right or wrong,” he said and shaking his head.

She let her feet carry her down the staircase, stopping once she caught sight of the woman - her back facing Claudia, body swinging to a halt. She took the last few steps that would bring her face to face with the corpse. She studied the woman's face; age lines peeking out from the corners of eyes, nose, and mouth; blue lips tilted up. Her eyes traveled down to the woman's throat, taking in the crimson indentations where rope met skin.

"Good, you're here…" Eliana ignored the alarmed look on Catelyn's face, and the shriek that fell from her lips. "I need you to stay with my son."

Aston’s jaw fell slack as he watched the woman’s head explode like an overripe melon dropped on the ground. He expected the round to strike its mark. From there she'd either to fall to her knees or fall over. Either way, he expected her body to topple over dead,

The funeral service was short. She watched them lower her best friend’s casket into the ground and made a few realizations :

Hunter Cole welcomed the man with the angry eyes to Dal-Mart. When this man stared at the snake in hell tattoo on the inside of Hunter’s right forearm and then told Hunter to have an especially great time himself, it gave Hunter chills down his spine, especially how he stared at the tattoo on his arm. Most mostly those words and how he said it...

“Good thing I didn’t plan to use it on myself then,” A slow, harmonious purr escaped her as she retorted without hesitation. “My family died before I was turned, but nice try,” The predatory gaze that emerged from those emerald hues never left him. They were scanning every single movement, especially as he began to walk around her; as if he were sizing up his prey. Thankfully, she was able to drag him back with her to a point where the darkness cast over them. Only the hint of light, pale skin would be seen. Lena knew it was a risky move, yet she couldn’t help herself. The woman was never one for safety, even when she was human. Even now, she knew this man was a hunter of her kind, yet she continued to take part in this… dance, with the

“Your child seems a little young to be without you. I think that you should hang around here for your child’s sake.

A depressing look softened her hard features. “You don't understand. There is no going home and coming back. There is no way out once you are here. Wilbert, you and Spikey are stuck here.”

The huntress glared toward her partner with an irritated look. Shifting her attention away from the werewolf, a very deadly mistake had Erica decided to charge at her. Moxxie was fully aware that diverting attention from any creature of this kind, even for a moment, was handing them your life on a platter. That was the first rule any good hunter learned, never take your eyes off anything whose sole purpose is to end your existence.

His boots echoed throughout the halls, rushing past scribes and servitors without a word nor pausing to stop to one of the Guardians and salute him. He had to reach his destination with no distractions or detours. He climbed the stairwell at the end of the hall, taking the steps two at a time. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he slowed his pace down to a fast walk, his face devoid of all signs of emotion. Pushing open the large double mahogany doors and approached the desk and the figure that set behind it. He then instantly went down to one knee, bowing his head before speaking.