Awakening: His Huntress.

3.

I felt something shift in the air, something dark, powerful and extremely dangerous, yet I felt a strange sense of security.

The other me seemed completely oblivious to the sudden change though.

But just as she turned to leave the clearing, she started feeling uncomfortable and couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

She carefully and subtly surveyed the surroundings, she found nothing out of the ordinary.

Except that maybe the realization she'd ventured the woods further than she should have. Yet that was nothing out of the ordinary from her perspective.

She sighed, then shrugged dismissively and her simple actions told me she believed that she was just imagining things, considering she was so close to the forbidden woods.

Her thoughts also confirmed to me, why she had so confidently walked into the forest like she was walking in a dark alley and not the home grounds of Vampire nobility.

She honest to God had no idea that she was already in the forbidden woods.

I thought I was imagining things as well when she quickly and carelessly tossed her natural instincts aside.

It was something we hunters were trained to never ignore but I had just done that and if my memory served me well, I didn't remember ever feeling it either.

Was my mind just playing tricks on me or had I really lost such an important memory?

I carefully looked at the other me and she looked just like I did on that very night I was hunting one of those rogue Vampires I'd tracked down. He was one of those Vampires that had killed my Nana.

Something else I don't remember noticing from that night caught my eye and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

The woods were parting and making themselves invisible But I didn't notice that either because my mind was occupied with other thoughts.

I was never this out of reach with my surroundings. This could only have been caused by magic.

I was deeply engrossed in my thoughts about the other vampires in the group that night Nana was surrounded and killed.

They'd been ten of them but Nana had killed six and over the years, I'd managed to find two and killed them.

The other two were more skilled and older so they definitely had more knowledge on how to survive being hunted. Plus, they'd had years to plot and formulate a perfect hide out of they were smart enough.

Aside from them, there were several more vampires out there, more threats to be eliminated for humanity's sake.

It was my oath to myself and I was determined to hunt them down, one by one. The organization was always ecstatic whenever I took down a powerful vampire for them.

I watched as the other me made her way back to the city and the woods closed up behind her. We both knew that our mission was far from over.

But we also knew that we were not alone. I meant it literally and figuratively but the other me meant it figuratively because she knew she had her training, her skills, and most importantly, her sense of duty to guide her.

And with those by her side, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

But I knew better, she also had something dark, powerful and dangerous now that was quietly watching and waiting .

Somewhere deep in my soul, I felt something stir just before the vision before me crumbled and I was left in a dark space with nothing but darkness surrounding me.

I kept floating until I saw a small light flicker ahead and heard a voice calling out my name repeatedly.

'Clara.. Clara.. Clara..'

I jolted awake and my right hand instantly went around the person's throat while my left hand went to the dagger around my wait.

"What the f**k woman. Get your s**t together huntress."

An exasperated voiced croaked out and I instantly let go, recognizing Chris' voice.

....

At the same time in the deepest part of the dark magical woods.

The ancient trees stood tall and proud with their leaves and branches tangling with each other as though they were engaged in a fierce argument.

A small gentle breeze blew over the entangled leaves, as though it was whispering a secret to them and all the noises made from the friction of tangled branches seized, including all the noise made by the birds chirping in the tree branches.

All sounds vanished for a moment before it resumed with with more vigor. There was a happy and vibrant feeling in the atmosphere.

The breeze that had was previously gentle and calming suddenly evolved into a medium sized tornado that was headed straight for the ancient Vampire castle in the middle of the woods.

The tornado became even more powerful as it got closer to the palace, solidifying. The trees all tilted in the same direction the tornado was headed, as though bowing to the tornado or something or someone much more powerful.

Thunder and lightning started crackling in the sky as a gloomy cloud settled in the sky above the tornado.

The tornado intensified as it suddenly surrounded the entire castle for good five minutes.

The nobles and elders living within the castle were shocked, and forced to rise from their daytime slumber by the strange phenomenon, yet it disappeared before they could get any understanding of the situation.

The tornado evaporated into a gentle breeze like it was never there in the first place.

In the royal crypt, hidden deep within the labyrinthine tunnels of the ancient vampire Castle, was a masterwork of opulent architecture.

The exterior, crafted from polished black marble, seemed to absorb the flickering torchlight, radiating an aura of mystery and foreboding.

The entrance flanked by two imposing stone statues of winged guardians, was adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the history of the vampire monarchy.

The internal structure of the the crypt, the air grew thick with the scent of old leather, wood polish, and the faintest hint of decay.

The interior design was a testament to the vampires' true vanity personified. Their love of grandeur and beauty was clearly depicted.

The walls that were lined with velvet drapes in a beautiful deep, blood-red hue, seemed to whisper secrets to those who dared to listen.

The floor, made of polished silverwood, reflected the light of the Ornate antique candelabras, made of gold and adorned with intricate designs and patterns.

They were strategically placed around the crypt to provide soft, warm lightning that helped to highlight the opulent decorations.

They created a sense of reverence and awe to anyone who saw it, casting an ethereal glow over the space.

At the center of the crypt, upon a raised dais, lay the vampire king, his majestic form shrouded in a velvet cloak embroidered with gold thread.

His royal robes, a dazzling midnight black and gold ensemble that made him look like a starry night sky, seemed to shimmer in the dim light, as if infused with an otherworldly essence.

The king's face, chiseled and handsome, was serene, his eyes closed as if in deep contemplation. He looked so at peace and ethereal despite the dangerous aura around him.

A delicate, gemstone-encrusted circlet rested upon his brow, pulsing with a soft, blue light that seemed to be the only indication of his continued existence. It gave off the aura of mystique and power.

The king's chest rose and fell with a slow, measured rhythm, the only sign of life in his otherwise still form.

The air around his still form vibrated and pulsed with a powerful aura of power, as though the very fabric of the crypt was attuned to the king's presence.

To the left of the dais, a magnificent stained-glass window filtered the torchlight, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the floor.

The window depicted a scene of the great battle a century ago, where the king's mate, the beautiful, graceful, kind and powerful Vampire Queen had been killed by invading Elite Vampire hunters.

It was a battle with vampires and humans clashing in a frenzy of blood and steel.

The artwork was a poignant reminder of the king's own history, and the sacrifices he had made to ensure the survival of his people.

In the shadows, discreetly positioned around the perimeter of the crypt, stood a contingent of the king's most trusted personal guards.

Their eyes, glowed like embers in the dark, as they dutifully watched over their monarch with unwavering loyalty, ever vigilant for any sign of danger.

The air was always heavy with anticipation, as the very fate of the vampire kingdom hung in the balance, waiting for the king's eventual awakening.

On that very night, it seemed as though fate was about to smile upon the Vampire kingdom as the vampire King, Luther Dracul III, stirred from his century old slumber.

This was a testament to the fact that the wind of fate had begun blowing in favour of the Vampire kingdom after an entire century without their king.