The Unintended

CHAPTER 13

Hunter felt a mild sting across his face and the sensation pulled him from his sleep. The sting he felt was sunlight shining through the window above his head. He opened his eyes quickly as they darted around the room, desperately trying to recognize his surroundings. He quickly jerked his face from the streaming ray of sunlight. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts, but he soon recognized where he was, back in the basement where the evening had started. He lay on the floor, spooning a naked girl. Her scent tells him he was lying next to a sleeping Mira, back in her human form. It was hard for him to not run his hand over her curvy body.

He looked at the dried blood covering her from her chin to her navel. He lay on his side, taking her in, observing her beautiful slender figure, her tiny jaw line. She was truly beautiful. The night before left him feeling intoxicated, like riding high. He felt full and energized. It had been years since he had hunted with a companion. Feeding was always a personal thing for him, anyway. Centuries ago, before the war, vampires fed on humans without prejudice. It was one thing that led to the war among the species. Most vampires formed covens and would feed together, usually in a frenzy.

Hunter never enjoyed group feedings, and when he matured, he took pity on the humans his kind fed upon. It was then he fed on livestock or other wild animals as much as he could. It is unhealthy, but an occasional human to feed on, supplemented by animal blood will get you by and keep hunger at bay.

Hunter gazed at Mira, deep in thought, contemplating their next move. He still wasn’t sure what was going on, how Mira came to be in her situation, who was behind her kidnapping, and how close behind them the wolves hunting them were. He sighed. What s**t did I step in? His sigh caused Mira to stir. She slowly turned her head and smacked her lips. When she opened her eyes, she jerked in surprise and sat up in a panic, covering her breast by crossing her arms, eyes black and teeth barred. She glanced at Hunter for a moment before the look on her face softened, realizing where she was.

“Umm, good morning.” said Hunter.

Mira was quiet, looking around the basement, still covering herself.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She looked down at him, still lying next to her, seemingly unfazed.

“No need to worry. We are safe, but we are going to have to figure out our next moves. We can’t stay here.”

“No, I suppose not.” She said, trailing off, still looking around. She put her hands to her face and gently traced her fingers over the blood. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought she had taken a life. Her memory was fuzzy from the night before.

Hunter sat up next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “It is okay. If it is any consolation, it wasn’t a human, it was an old buck. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He stood and walked to the other side of the basement for the bottle of water he bought from the old country store. He turned around to see Mira on her feet, one arm still covering her breasts, the other hand picking up scraps from the ground that were the clothes she was wearing when she turned. Now they were shreds.

“I guess we didn’t think that one through.” Hunter chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, we didn’t.” She said, smiling back at him. “Now what?”

“I’ll give you the shirt off my back. I have a riding suit on my bike. It keeps me covered enough from the sun.”

Mira smiled because his chivalry touched her. She reached out to take the bottle of water he held out for her, and she took it gratefully. She opened the top and chugged it halfway down; the water hitting her throat, quenching her dry thirst. The rest of the water she poured lightly over the dried blood, using the scraps of her clothing to wash it off. “Do you mind?” she asked Hunter when she noticed him gawking at her.

“Sorry,” he blushed. “It is just that you’re incredibly hot.”

“Hot? What the f**k is wrong with you? I’m washing off blood, and you don’t have a drop on you.”

“Centuries of practice, my dear, centuries of practice.” He smirked, turning around to make her more comfortable, and took off his shirt.

“So, what was it like for you last night?” he asked when he turned around.

“It was different, easier than the first time. Everything is a little hazy, but I have a vague memory of being present, but not acting on my own, if that makes any sense?”

Mira pretended she wasn’t looking at him as she spoke. Come on, it is hard not to notice a chiseled Greek God standing ten feet away from you. Perfect skin tone, perfect muscle tone and an ass you just want to bite with your teeth. What the hell am I thinking!?

“Okay, I’m finished.” She said.

Hunter handed his shirt back to her without turning around. Mira took the shirt and pulled it over her head, noting the smell of meat. It kind of stunk to her, but it gave her a calming sense of safety.

“Thank you, you can turn around now.”

Oh my God, the front of him is better than the back! Wait, what am I thinking?

Before her eyes, he stood there, innocent, looking with his pants riding on his hips just so, all the way down, her eyes followed his abs, all the way down, checking out the package, that is until she snapped herself out of it.

He knew what was going on as he chuckled to himself. He didn’t mind. He was just as happy and turned on to see her in his long black tee-shirt, the length just at her mid-thigh. Under different circumstances, and if she wasn’t a wer, he would have likely jumped her bones already.

“Its s****l magnetism,” he said.

“It’s what?”

“s****l magnetism. It is something both vamps and wer’s have. It allows us to draw humans in. Both species celebrate sexuality. And we ooze it.” he laughed.

“Oh,” she blushed. “So how many wer’s and vamps are out there? Are there any famous ones?”

“You’re in Hollywood. What do you think? It is full of beautiful people.”

“I suppose. I would never have thought.”

“There are a few vamps in the entertainment industry. Because we don’t age, we stay behind the scenes, but wer... there are many actors, actresses and models who get a little hairy around that time of the month. It’s that s*x appeal that works for them.”

“This is all so much to wrap my head around...”

Hunter’s phone rang. “Hold that thought, it’s Lydia. Hello?”

“It’s going fine.”

“Yes, she turned last night.”

“You know, we are going to talk about that. It wasn’t what I expected. I didn’t have any trouble with her.”

“Okay. Okay sure, I get it.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“We are about an hour from there.”

“Just text me the address.”

“Thank you for all your help, Lydia. We appreciate it.”

Hunter hung up the call. Mira looked at him expectantly. “Well?” she asked.

“Well, we are going to meet a couple of werewolves and a few witches. Let’s go. It will take us an hour to get there.”