The Hunters by Kirashon (top inspirational books .txt) 📕

rubbing my now aching back.
Wobbling to my feet I stumbled down the hill blindly, until I was in the bottom of some kind of gulley, and near a cave. I felt my feet kicking random garbage it felt like, wondering where I was, I looked down to inspect it...
My aunt's old leftovers?
Was I at some kind of homeless persons hide out, maybe they would be inside the cave. I slipped into the shelter and looked around seeing nothing I waited for a couple minutes.
When the rain settled down to a point I could stand I stood to leave the cave, but someone had seen me. A man, with shoulder length wavy black hair and a scruffy unshaven jawline and a mustache stood near the end of the gulley. He was easily over six feet tall, and had a muscular frame of make it look even bigger. He suddenly walked over to me quite quickly and I froze my eyes widening until he reached me, and grabbed my shoulder. He frowned, and sniffed me, “You smell like... Cindy?”
His ragged clothes looked like they had been coated in dirt and torn up by some wild animal... He looked like a normal, kinda creepy-yet-attractive hobo, that is... Until I looked at his eyes.

They were a glowing yellow and he looked like he had fangs when he talked, wait.. Those were fangs!!
I screamed, ripping away from him and running as fast as I could. “Wait! Wait!! Please!” He called from behind me, but I didn't listen I ran, and ran, and ran, until I was sure my lungs were going to burst. I saw my Aunt's house and I pushed it until I was at the door, and I burst through, and ran into the kitchen and collapsed against the table. Cindy, who was making dinner spun around and immediately put an arm around me, “Oh are you alright dear?!”

My chest was heaving, and I looked up at her with terrified eyes, “Oh my, you look like you've seen a ghost.”

“I saw... a man in a cave.. he had yellow and eyes... and pointy teeth...” I murmured in between pants, and suddenly, my Aunt's face grew very serious.
“I think it's about time I tell you some things Victoria.”
Chapter Two: Family Business

Outside the light patter of rain echoed on the house, while inside Cindy sat across from me, her hands intertwined together and her eyes locked onto mine.
“There are somethings.. I didn't want to tell you... and your mother didn't want to tell you.”

I confused filled my face at the mention of my mother, “What does my mother have to do with any of this?”
My aunt sighed, taking off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Anna never told you about our family history, in hopes you would be spared from it, but it seems fate has other plans..”
Irritation filled confusion, “What do you mean? What are you trying to get at?”

“Our family are known as 'Hunters'. We each are connected to another being, a werewolf and hunt for the absolute rulers in the spirit world, the Sun king and Moon Queen.” She waved her hand from letting me continue further, “The Sun King and Moon Queen are rulers in the spiritual realm, and as hunters of the spiritual realm it is our duty to hunt down unholy creatures, such as vampires, ghouls, and other unpleasant creatures.”

I tilted my head to the side slightly, my question still not answered, “But how does that explain the strange man... or is he your werewolf?”

At this, Cindy started laughing like I had just told a hilarious inside joke. “No, no child, he's your werewolf, Anna asked me to keep him away from you, in hopes of keeping you normal. But, I guess there's no point now. In fact I'm pretty sure I heard you scream from here, poor thing, you probably hurt his feelings.”
“wait.. that's my werewolf?!... how long has he been there?”
At this Cindy tapped her chin with a finger, “Oh, well, around... two or three years I would guess, give or take a few. In fact would you mind setting dinner out, I should go get him, since the attempt of keeping you away from your heritage failed.”
I suddenly stood up, “Wait... you're going to keep him, in the house?!”

“Well of course! It's best now to keep you two together, to get used to one another.”

“What if goes all werewolf on me?”
I realized how childish I just sounded, but it needed to be said. “Oh don't worry about that, he's actually quite in control of it.”
As My aunt grabbed her coat and mud boots, I muttered, “Whats his name anyway....”

“His real name? Don't know. Everyone I know on either spiritual or physical plane just calls him Grim.”
My eye twitched and I almost dropped the 10 pound turkey I had to heave out of the oven without burning myself. “That's real positive.” I commented.

“Oh hush, you better be polite to him now, be back in a bit!”And with that, I was left alone. And as if on queue, my nervous personality kicked in and found myself nervous and worried about meeting him. I busied myself with arranging the food on the table at least 5 times, pouring milk in all the glasses and organizing it all and then pacing around, what was taking her so long. Maybe she fell? Maybe the werewolf thing ate her? I shook my head violently, shaking the uncomfortable thoughts out of my head.

Just as I sat down and began clacking my fingernails on the wooden table, the door opened and I looked over to see the man following my aunt inside, his eyes locking on mine in an instant and cocking his head to the side, before speaking, “Well, seems we should have a proper introduction then..”

Until of course my aunt cut him off, shoving his confused form up the stairs, “Oh no no no, you're getting cleaned up first, go on. Bathroom's the first door on the left.” The weird intruder did as he was told, walking up the stairs and flicking on the light, closing the door behind him.

My eyes then wandered to my aunt, who was hanging up her now soaked coat and wet boots over the mat near the door. “Well doesn't this look inviting!” She said, gesturing to the food and sitting at the round table, placing her napkin on her lap.

The werewolf, Grim, joined us at the table a moment later, still eying me oddly. I glanced up and met eyes again, raising an eyebrow, “Is.. Something wrong?” At this, he leaned back in his chair slightly and looked me over, making my eyes narrow.

“Nothing, but how about we start with 'Hello, my names Grim. And you are...?'”
I huffed at his ice breaker game, “Victoria.”
He gave me a grin, highlighted by pointed fangs, and each of his teeth having sharp ends. Catching my look at the said fangs, he tilted his head, almost like a dog would if it didn't understand something.

“What? Did she not tell you what I was?”
“No she did, it's just... I didn't think you would have fangs sprouting out of your gums.”
Meanwhile, Cindy watched the 'conversation' Watching us go back and forth at each other.

“Well aren't you just a sharp tongue.”He muttered, stabbing a massive slab of turkey and easily swallowing it all without even flinching, Before glancing over at my shocked expression. “It's a werewolf thing.” He answered the unspoken question, winked, and swallowed down another massive chunk with ease.

After we had finished eating and Grim devoured most of the meat portion eating little vegetables and chugging milk, Cindy shooed us off to our rooms and of course, Grim had the guest bedroom next to mine.

Slipping into black pajama pants with little reindeer on them and a loose long sleeve pink shirt with a penguin, I brushed my teeth and was brushing my hair in my mirror when someone knocked on my door, I sighed, expecting Cindy. “Come in.”

“Sorry to disturb, I just wanted to say goodnight and sorry for scaring you earlier.” A masculine definitely not Cindy voice came from behind me, causing me to turn to see Grim watching what I was doing curiously. Although taken off guard, I still responded and hid my reaction well. “Oh, it's alright, and goodnight to you as well.” His glowing eyes watching for a moment more, nodded and silently closed the door.
Shaking my head I mumbled, “What an odd Werewolf.”

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Publication Date: 11-10-2012

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