Hunter Wars

Chapter 7

I’m stunned, his lips are soft and warm. I start to kiss him back when he breaks the kiss and rises from the floor. I move to a sitting position on the bed. He is standing there looking at me with heat in his violet eyes. I clear my throat unsure what to say, then he is kneeling on the bed kissing me again. He leans me back to lay on the bed, his hand grazing down my rib cage and landing on my hip. I place my hands on the back of his head having one slip into his hair.

His lips leave mine and he kisses over to my neck his breath tickling my neck before he gives me a playful bite. He pulls back and looks down at me and begins to lean down to kiss me again when there is a knock at the door.

“Quick go into the bathroom and lock the door. Don’t make a sound till you hear from me.” Jonathan tells me as he jumps up from the bed. He makes his way over to the dresser and pulls on a white tank top. “Move now!” He barks at me as I haven’t moved a muscle. If they find me here there is no telling what they will do to him.

I quickly move off of the bed and head to the bathroom. Once inside, I close the door and lock it from the inside as he instructed me to do. I press my ear against the door to be able to hear what is going on.

“Captain, the vampire has escaped her cell,” I hear a voice telling Johnathan. It is not the voice of one of the council members that I can remember. “Then I suggest you find her.” I hear Johnathan order. This must be someone that he is in command of from the sound of his tone.

“We are. Sir. I just thought it best to inform you that we had lost her,” I hear the soldier tell him. “Thank you for letting me know, James. I will join in the search momentarily.” I hear the door shut and Johnathan’s footsteps approaching the bathroom door. He lightly knocks on the door. “It’s safe to come out now.”

I open the door and step back into the bedroom. “So Cap, what is the plan now? How are you going to get me out of here now that they have sounded the alarm of me disappearing from my cell?” Jonathan stands in front of me with his arms crossed.

“You don’t honestly think that I don’t have a plan do you?” he says with a smirk. Clearly, he came up with a plan without informing me.

I smile back at him and quickly retort, “Honestly, Cap, I didn’t know your little hunter brain could even come up with a plan.”

He lifts one eyebrow at me and starts towards me. “Is that so little Bloodsucker?”

Jonathan backs me up to where my back is against a wall, he places both hands on either side of my head. As he looks down at me I can feel something inside me start to shift towards this hunter. This goes against everything vampires believe in. I should only be fearing him or wanting to destroy him. Not wanting to kiss him again.

As he leans down to kiss me his phone goes off. With a groan, he pushes off the wall and goes to the bedside table and picks his phone up, and looks at it. “I’ve got to go for a little while. The Council is putting together a team to hunt for you. I have to be present or they might get suspicious.” He tells me as he goes into the closet to get changed. When he comes out he is in a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. He quickly ties his hair back into a low ponytail.

“Remember, only I can get into this room, you have to stay in here because if you leave then you won't be able to get back in here.” I give him a nod and promise him that I will stay in the room till he gets back. This is actually a promise I can keep. He walks over to the dresser and hits a button that causes a TV to come out of the wall. He hands me a remote. “Here, just in case you get bored.”

Once he is out of the room I hear the lock engage. I hit the power button on the TV and start to flip through the channels. The way I see it there is not much else I can do in the meantime. After watching mind-numbing television for what seems like hours, I get up and begin to inspect the room. I first go to his closest to see if there is anything of interest there. All that I find is that this man sure does love black shirts. There are maybe two shirts in total that are not black.

I go back into the bedroom and find a picture of a family. The boy in the picture is no older than fifteen, this has to be Johnathan. Even then he had a serious look on his face. There is a girl in the picture that looks to be ten. As I’m standing here examining the picture I start to wonder about what kind of life he must have lived. He did tell me that they have it beaten into them to only focus on hunting.

I hear someone clear their throat from behind me and jump, dropping the picture frame that I am holding. The glass shatters from the impact and I turn to see Johnathan looking down at the mess on the floor from his family picture. “Johnathan, I’m so sorry I was just looking at it and I guess I went into my own world.” I quickly stammer out squatting down to pick up the broken glass.

Jonathan, squats down as well, “It’s okay, I didn’t mean to startle you like that. So much for vampire hearing and reflexes.” He says chuckling. I glare at him and then feel a sting of pain in my hand. I look down at my hand to see if I cut it on a piece of glass. There is a pink line across my palm but there is no actual cut on my hand.

“Damn it,” Jonathan exclaims, holding out his hand. I can see that his hand has been cut open. The cut is in the exact same spot as the pink line on my palm. The scent of his blood hits my nose and my fangs extend. I try to just breathe through my mouth so I don’t smell it too much. He gets to his feet and looks at me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, please go wash your hand of the blood. I may not be a newly transitioned vampire, but fresh blood like that can still affect me,” I say, trying not to think about how good his blood tastes. He looks at me once more and goes to clean up his hand in the bathroom. While he is gone, I finish cleaning up the glass.

When he comes back into the bedroom, I’m sitting on the bed staring at my hand. I didn’t get cut but it sure did feel like I had. “Penny for your thoughts?” Jonathan asks, sitting down on the bed next to me. “Let me see your hand,” I tell him and take his left hand, the same one that I have a pink line on. I push on the cut and can feel the pain in my own hand.

“Ouch, what the hell? Why did you do that?” He pulls his hand away from me.

“I could feel that too.” I told him. “Why can I feel your pain?” As he is looking into my eyes we hear the lock on the door unlock and the door swings open.