Lies Dark As Night Chapter 3 (standard:Creative non-fiction, 1079 words) [3/4] show all parts
Author: Burn	Added: Apr 12 2012	Views/Reads: 2330/1677	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Adelle is a hot shot hunter who was sent to earth to ensure that Eran behaves himself. Will she be able to fight his charm?

(Adelle's POV) 

I could not let myself get distracted by worldly things, but a girl
could wish a little, couldn't she? I stared dreamily at the gun that 
was stored safely behind the glass, and hissed to myself. It would be 
truly amazing if I could get a hold of this gun. Not that I needed it, 
I reminded myself smugly. I had plenty of guns stored away at the place 
I would be staying, and I really didn't need more to carry on me at all 
times. So, with regret I turned and walked away from the beckoning gun. 
I had to focus on getting new clothes. 

I stepped out into the sunlight, and blinked against the bright day.
First thing on my list: Some hot shades. I wandered many stores 
grabbing black clothing. I grabbed a black leather jacket, and lay it 
over my arm before scanning the shirts. I grabbed a few black tee 
shirts, half a dozen of black pants, and motorcycle boots. Glancing 
around, I slipped into the dressing room, and striped off my cloak, and 
weapons. I pulled my shirt up over my head to reveal a wolf tattoo on 
the planes of my flat stomach. It had piercing red eyes that seemed to 
peer into your soul. I frowned down at it as the skin under the ink 
started to tingle. It's fangs were bared meancingly, and I had to admit 
half the time it scared the crap out of me myself. It was the mark of a 
hunter. We all had our own distinct marking to distinguish one hunter 
from another. It was not an honorable mark. It was one everyone in the 
mystical world taunted, but feared at the same time. We were not to be 
messed with. 

We were darkness created to destroy darkness. We created as sin to
destroy the sinful. We were lost souls that were damned to hell. Some 
how, however, those chosen to be hunters were saved from instant 
damnation. We had human discernment, and instincts. As long as we could 
keep the demon inside of us under control we were allowed to proceed as 
we were created to do. Yet, when the demon inside took total control we 
were ultimately destroyed. In the end, there was no salvation for the 
likes of us. 

I sighed bitterly at the thought, and quickly slipped into the black tee
shirt, and my leather jacket. I kicked out of my pants, and replaced 
them with a pair of new jeans. I bundled everything up, and flashed. In 
an instnat, I was gone. What? Did you think I was really going to pay 
for all this? I appeared in my 'humble' abode, and tossed the clothes 
on the bed. I had to arm myself with weapons, but which ones? My gaze 
lingered over my weaponry, and for a few moments I reached out for the 
sawed off shot gun, but realized there was no where I could really hide 
it. I was no longer wearing my cloak therefore I could not adequately 
hide the weapon. I frowned, and settled for a few throwing knives I 
straped to my mid-riff, a hand gun I slipped into the mouth of my boot, 
and a small vile of liquid. I had only just finished when a voice that 
could be compared to a scratch ricocheted around my skull. 

'It's time.' 

Apparently, it was time for Mr. Player to leave school. The corner of my
mouth lifted into a smirk before I disappeared into thin air. 

When I appeared behind Eran, I nearly killed him right then. The vampire
in him was shining threw, and he had an innocent girl pinned against a 
wall. A veneomous howl erupted from me as the wolf demon inside of my 
lunged forward. Within moments, I was on Eran. He spun around to reach 
for my throat and I blocked it easily by grabbing his wrist, twisting 
his arm behind his back, and shoving him harshly into the wall. I used 
my knee to spread his legs, and my free hand to slam his head into the 
wall. Blood trinkled from his nose as I gave his head a few more 
poundings. The demon inside of my was shrieking for me to kill him. 

Kill, kill, kill! 

Yet, a greater light shed on me, and I quickly relinquished the idea of
murdering him. The girl was cowering over in the corner, completely 
terrified of the ordeal, but I could find no compassion for her. I 
dropped Eran, and crossed to her in two strides. "Th-thank you. Are you 
some t-type of g-g-guardian an-angel?" Snarling, I grabbed her by the 
collar, and raised her to gaze into my eyes. I could feel the demon in 
the back of my head howling to get out. My emerald green eyes flashed 
the color of the wolf's eyes on my stomach. "Call me an angel again, 


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