"God, I hate school." Rebecca shouted. No one could hear her, of course. The night was all that listened, and it's noises were all that answered her. The tree bark was rough against her back. Her leather jacket felt warm against the cold night air and her body felt relaxed after a long day of feeling lonely and bored. Rebecca was running her fingers along her knife, feeling the cold steel under her fingertips. More than once, she wished that she had been carrying this while back in school she could have used it when she got locked out of her locker and when that boy had touched her butt. Strapped to her back was the black compound bow and a quiver of 10 arrows. She welcomed their weight on her back and was happy to have that security. The backpack that she carried around in school felt too bulky and it almost made her feel exposed.
"I'm not learning anything there
this is my school." She whispered to herself. The night was her home and her teacher. She knew the smells and the sounds. She could tell the difference between the howl of a local coyote and the howl of a werewolf. She could recognize the smell of a zombies rotting flesh from a mile away. The taste of the bloodlust in the air when a hungry vampire is on the prowl. This was her school and her teacher. It was where she felt comfortable.
After such a long and disappointing day at school, she had jumped on her bike and rode out to the forest
where there was always something to keep her busy. There was nothing quite like the thrill of the hunt. It was a strange feeling
to hunt that which hunts. To be the apex predator. Rebecca sheathed her knife and leaned her head against the tree, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. She felt peace at last.
Rebecca's hand flew to her jean pocket and pulled out a cellphone. She checked the caller ID and saw a picture of her dad on it. She smiled and put the phone to her ear.
"Hi, dad." She said warmly.
how was school?" Rebecca's smile changed to a frown. "That bad huh?"
"I'd rather not talk about it." Rebecca stated darkly. Though it hadn't been the worst day of her life; Rebecca hadn't enjoyed it a bit.
"Where are you right now?" Her father asked. Rebecca shrugged.
"Somewhere in the woods
I'm hunting." She heard a sigh through the phone and grinned.
"How long are you planning on being out?"
"A few hours, maybe? I'll try to be back before you go to bed."
you know how much I worry." Rebecca nodded. "Also, please be careful. Those woods are filled with the most ungodly of creatures."
"Dad, I know," Rebecca laughed, "I'm not a kid anymore
" Rebecca paused. There was the faintest noise
one that didn't belong. The sounds of the night were not a mystery to Rebecca
but this sound didn't belong. It was low and it was threatening, but it didn't belong to any of the normal creatures that she recognized. In fact
it didn't sound like anything she had ever heard in these woods.
"What is it, sweetie?"
"Dad, I gotta go
something just came up." Rebecca hung up the phone and stashed it in her pocket. Every part of her body felt revived. She felt a grin spread across her face as she prepared to hunt. Adrenaline surged, filling her cool body with warmth. This was what she loved to do.
Rebecca jumped away from the tree and took off into the night. The light of the moon was her way of finding her path. The trees toward over her, covering her and giving her the shadows she needed to hide within. Her body moved like the wind; without sound and without detection. The leaves beneath her feet crunched quietly beneath her boots, but aside from this, the only noise that could be heard was her own breathing, and the breeze the blew by. She was the night
she was one with it. This was what made her the perfect monster hunter. The sound was getting closer.
"What is that?" Rebecca asked to herself. As the sound got closer and closer, Rebecca slowed down her pace, so that she wouldn't attract attention. It was such a strange
familiar sound. What was it? What was making it? Suddenly, that sound began to become a little bit more recognizable
it was speech! Someone was speaking! Rebecca came to a halt as she listened to hear what was being said. She dropped down and hid behind a briar patch.
"Ryan, you can't go doing stuff like that man." The voice was male
it sounded young
a little older than Rebecca though. It had sort of slang to it
it sounded like the owner of the voice was black.
"Who says? You?" This one was also a males voice
but it sounded even younger than the first one. "Last time I checked, you don't tell me what to do. No one does."
"Better hope you don't let S know that." The black voice spoke up. There was a pause.
"You let me worry about S."
"Yeah, whatever man." Rebecca dared to peek above the briar patch to take a look. There were three figures. They were all male and rather tall. One was black, the other two were white. They were all facing each other and talking. The tallest one was grinning at the other two
he was probably Ryan.
"You've been pretty damn quiet Mike
what's with ya?" Ryan asked. The third guy was standing silently to the side, staring around the area.
"Guess I'm just not comfortable with this." The black figure nodded.
"I'm with Mike on this one," he said quick, "S is going to be so pissed when-"
"You know what, shut it
the both of you!" Ryan snapped. "S won't find out if you don't squeal."
"Bro, S always finds these things out." Rebecca was listening intently to every word. She didn't know who they were or what they were talking about
but she knew one thing
these weren't normal high school boys. There was something different about them
something otherworldly. Rebecca reached for her knife and pulled out the blade. She turned her back on the boys and held up the knife so that she could see them through the reflection in the blade
.and what she saw confirmed her fears.
There was no reflection.
"Vampires." Rebecca hissed. Rebecca slipped her knife back into her sheathe and reached for her bow. This wouldn't be like hunting the zombies the other night
vampires were smarter, faster, cunning, and much more dangerous. She needed a plan and she needed one fast. Her hands trembled slightly as she began to string her first arrow.
"We're all in this together right?" Ryan continued.
if I said no?"
"Then I'll kill you before you go back crying to S."
"Nice choice Mike
"Look, I don't want anything to do with this. I'm more scared of S than I am of you." There was a long pause
Rebecca could hear the sound of rustling in the grass. The vampires seemed to have stopped. Maybe they had noticed something?
"Well, then it's your lucky day, Big B
" Ryan snarled. "Because I won't have to kill you, and neither will S." There was another pause. "Because you're going to be killed by a monster hunter." Rebecca's heart stopped in her chest
she felt sick to her stomach. How had they found her? She had been perfectly quiet! There was no way
"Isn't that right, you murderous bitch?" Ryan shouted. The time for planning and strategizing was long since passed. Her hand moved over to a special pistol holstered to her side. The question was if she could pull it out and fire before the vampires moved in for the kill. Vampires weren't faster than bullets, but their reflexes were six times that of a normal human
she'd have to take them by surprise
fat chance of that happening.
"You gonna come out to play, or do we have to go in and get ya?" Ryan snapped. The other two moved next to him. Rebecca had her back to them, so she couldn't see the anger in their eyes or the blood lust
maybe that was for the best. "Alright
have it your way
Mike, bring her here!" There was a growl and then a movement
Rebecca tightened her hand on the gun, ready to fire. Rebecca spun around, just as the bushes beside her burst apart. Rebecca raised the gun