The supernaturals of moon field

chapter two...

Chapter 2

Isabella awoke abruptly, her body covered in a sheen of perspiration and her breaths coming in quick, labored gasps. With a sense of urgency, she turned her head to the side and locked eyes with her necklace, its delicate chain glinting in the dim light. Without a moment's hesitation, she snatched it from the table.

"Father!" she exclaimed, her gaze fixated on the small family portrait that adorned the necklace, a precious gift from her previous year's birthday. Her heart thudded in her chest, refusing to calm, and the thought of returning to sleep was now impossible. Isabella knew all too well that her dreams held a peculiar power, often materializing as eerie premonitions or cryptic messages. Tonight's nightmare had been particularly unsettling, compelling her to leave the comfort of her bed, clutching her necklace, and venture into the outside world, the midnight hour notwithstanding.

Tears streamed down her face as Isabella raced through the darkness, her feet pounding against the ground with fierce determination. Suddenly, a majestic white wolf eclipsed her, swiftly overtaking her path before stopping abruptly. It locked eyes with her, its gaze unwavering and inscrutable.

"Where is Father?" Isabella demanded boldly, her voice brimming with confidence. The wolf remained silent, moving closer until it crouched before her. She mounted the magnificent creature, and together they plunged deep into the dense embrace of the forest.

After what felt like an eternity, they stumbled upon a makeshift camp, teeming with flickering lights and bustling individuals going about their business. Isabella glanced around, her eyes scanning the scene until they settled on a lifeless figure shrouded in a solemn black blanket. Her instincts ignited with newfound intensity, prompting her to dismount from the wolf and rush toward the motionless body.

Reluctantly, Isabella tugged at the blanket until his face was revealed. The sight before her made her heart ache, and tears spilled from her eyes, merging with her desperate sobs.

"No, no, father," she cried, her voice trembling with grief.

Through her tear-filled haze, Isabella heard a faint whisper, her name hanging in the air like a delicate melody. She shifted her gaze and saw her mother standing there, her presence a comforting beacon amidst the darkness.

"Mom!" Isabella's voice cracked with a mixture of relief and sorrow as she ran into her mother's waiting embrace. In that moment, her mother's transformation back into human form felt like a reversal of the tragedy that had just unfolded.

"I'm so sorry Bella," her mother whispered, her arms wrapped tightly around Isabella's trembling frame. Together, they wept, their cries echoing through the camp, drawing others near, gravitated towards them, offering solace and support.

"Why?" Isabella's voice quivered with each syllable as she continued to sob. The question hung heavy in the air, demanding an answer that seemed impossible to find.

"Lia."

A voice called. The sound of her name being spoken snapped Lia and Isabella out of their anguish, and they turned to see Lucas and the other werewolves arriving. The news of the alpha's demise had no doubt spread like wildfire through the pack.

"I am so sorry, Bella," Lucas whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse as he approached the mother and daughter. One by one, he enveloped them in his comforting embrace, joining their sorrow as if it were his own.

Lia's gaze hardened, anger etching itself on her face. Her eyes met Lucas' and her voice held a steely determination.

"Who did this?" she demanded, her tone cutting through the air like a whip.

Lucas's voice softened as he explained, trying to make sense of the tragedy.

"A traditional wolfhunter. The arrow was laced with wolfsbane."

"Hunters?" Isabella's voice held a mix of shock and disbelief. In her naivety, she had expected the threat to come from vampires.

Determined, Lia nodded at Lucas.

"Find out who did this," she commanded, her voice laced with both grief and fury. Lucas met her gaze and nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of his task.

"I will do everything in my power to track down whoever did this," Lucas assured them, his voice filled with resolve. But as he looked at the weary and shattered mother and daughter before him, his concern was evident.

"But for now, you both need to rest," he gently insisted, his eyes lingering on them with a mixture of protection and care.

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The car sped past, a blur of motion and sound. Bridget sat in the backseat, feeling the vibration of the engine rumbling beneath her. Beside her, her brother Gary fidgeted anxiously, his restless energy palpable in the confined space. The scent of the new car mingled with the familiar smell of leather, enveloping them as they hurtled forward. Their aunt, a determined figure behind the wheel, steered the vehicle with skill and precision.

As they zoomed through the night, Bridget's mind was consumed by thoughts of the recent experience. It had been exhilarating, a wild rush of adrenaline and power. Soon, she thought, they would chase down every last one of those full moon killers, bringing justice to their victims.

"Seriously, why aren't we hunting vampires?" Gary's voice pierced the air, his curiosity impossible to contain any longer. He turned to his aunt, seeking an answer that had plagued him for quite some time.

Bridget rolled her eyes at her brother's question, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. "Gary," she sighed, her frustration evident.

"What's wrong with hunting vampires? Vampires kill people for their blood." Gary back up his point.

Aunt, understanding the complexities of their family's legacy. She marveled at the way the landscape blurred outside the car window, the passing trees a mesmerizing dance of shapes and colors.

"Our family has been hunting wolves for over five centuries, Gary," their aunt explained, her voice tinged with nostalgia and pride. "It's a tradition that runs in our blood."

Gary's face scrunched up in frustration, his dissatisfaction with the generic answer simmering beneath the surface.

"That's it? That's the same thing Mom said," he grumbled, unsatisfied with the lack of specificity.

"There are vampire hunters out there, Gary," their aunt continued, her voice gentle and reassuring. "But for now, you should focus on honing your archery skills."

Silence descended upon the car, broken only by the hum of the engine and the rushing wind. Each occupant retreated into their thoughts, the weight of their purpose pressing upon them. And then, without warning, the car jolted violently, lurching as it collided with an unknown figure.

"Oh my God, what did we hit?" Bridget's voice trembled with panic, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Is she dead?" Gary's voice quivered, his fear mirrored in his eyes.

"Quiet, both of you," their aunt commanded, her voice steady and controlled, though her own heart raced with worry. They watched in disbelief as the figure they had struck, a woman in raven black attire, twisted in the air and landed with a resounding thud on the pavement.

The injured woman slowly rose to her feet, an eerie calmness settling over her features. Bridget gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Oh my God!"

Their aunt's voice was laced with both recognition and caution as she spoke.

"Vampire."

Panic and uncertainty took hold of the car's occupants, their minds racing to find a solution in the face of this unexpected situation.

"What do we do?" Gary's voice trembled with fear and urgency.

"Stay in the car," their aunt instructed, her voice filled with authority as she retrieved her gun and stepped out into the night. Bridget, unable to bear the weight of inaction, followed suit, gripping her bow and arrow tightly.

"I said stay in the car," their aunt repeated, frustration lacing her voice.

But Bridget's determination was unwavering.

"You need a backup," she argued, a defiant edge in her tone.

Their opponent, the mysterious woman in black, spoke with an air of confidence.

"I'm not here for you. I want to reap out a pack of wolves," she declared, her voice dripping with cool indifference.

"And then you feed and kill innocent people?" their aunt retorted, a flicker of anger burning in her eyes. With steady hands, she raised her gun, while Bridget took aim with her arrow.

"That's a bad idea," the vampire warned, her voice holding a note of caution, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, Bridget released her arrow, its flight swift and true. The woman in black caught it effortlessly, her grip snapping it into two halves.

"One last chance," the vampire threatened, her voice dripping with menace.

Ignoring the warning, their aunt pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing through the night. The vampire crumpled to the ground, defeated by the force of their resolve.

“Get back in the car, Bridget.” the wolf hunter commanded sternly, interrupting her argument.

“But…" Bridget hesitated, unsure of what to do.

“Stop arguing and get back in the car.” the hunter insisted, her voice firm.

Exhaling in frustration, Bridget reluctantly turned towards the car.

As she made her way back, the hunter noticed the vampire, who had seemed defeated, suddenly spring back to her feet with lightning speed. The vampire swiftly removed the bullet lodged in her side and discarded it. Bridget's eyes widened as she witnessed the vampire's rapid healing abilities.

“You shouldn't have done that,” the vampire growled, her voice laced with both anger and power.

“Well, I've got plenty more where that came from,” the hunter retorted, her gun still aimed at the vampire. In a flash, the vampire vanished from sight.

Meanwhile, Bridget had not yet reached the safety of the car. With her heart pounding, she raised her bow and arrow, ready to defend herself. Her aunt joined in, scanning the shadows for any signs of the lurking vampire.

Inside the car, Gary anxiously observed, his panic rising.

Suddenly, the vampire reappeared, unexpectedly grabbing the wolf hunter and pinning her against the car. In one swift motion, the vampire disarmed her, overpowering her. Bridget struggled to comprehend what was happening, recalling her father's warnings about vampires' near invincibility.

Helplessly, Bridget watched as the vampire sank her fangs deep into her aunt's neck, draining her life force. All she could do was bear witness, her hands trembling too violently to take a shot.

Gary's screams filled the air, while Bridget remained paralysed by shock.

Once the vampire had finished with her aunt, she turned her attention to Bridget, her mouth smeared with blood.

“This is the path she chose,” she sneered, her voice dripping with menace. “It never ends. I am Tatiana.”

With that, the vampire vanished from sight, leaving Bridget and Gary stunned and bewildered.

“Aunt!” Bridget cried out, rushing towards her lifeless body. Gary joined her, his eyes filled with grief and disbelief.

“She's…she's dead,” Gary stated, the weight of the truth settling heavily upon them.