The Dreams (The Hunter book 2)

The very well know vampire queen Gabby, continues her story. In this book she has to fully accept who she is in order to get the answer to the question only another queen can answer. She is plagued with strange visions telling her where to go and what to do. If she goes then she gets an answer to a question, but if she doesn't her questions become more in size and number. She has to find herself in the world and change the vampire kind to make them understand that she does what she does for good, not bad. She tries to help this race of people who have not been led for good. She has to help them survive.


14. Saving Me

    I woke up what I assume was hours later. But I don't know. I still have yet to find out how much time I have lost in this battle. I was tied to a chair with the strongest type of metal. I don't know the name of them, all I know was that it was burning me.

    "Took you long enough." Said a voice from the dark that I couldn't see. Everything around me blurry and I couldn't see most things. So I would be assuming this voice belongs to the person who caught me.

    "Look, you killed dad! I saw you! I will kill you for that! I know that you are different! So what are you? You move fast enough that you could be light itself. But I don’t think that your light. So what are you?" Said this voice. My sight was slowly returning, but this person call the father that I killed Dad. I know who this is.

    "What do you want, sister? I did what I had to do." I said. I was still trying to get the drugs out of my system. My vampire blood was working ten times harder to do this and is making me hungry.

    "What you had to do? And what was that? End our dad's life because he wanted you dead? He was trying to prove something. He was trying to say that he like me more than you, and you had to go and kill him? He came back after you killed him the first time so obviously you were meant to die!" She spit back.

    "And what is it with your eyes? Last time I checked eyes aren't red. You aren't wearing color contacts, are you? Because if so, that is so lame. You have to wear something in order to get any attention. Wonderful, you always were the ugly one." She hissed at me taking a closer look at me. She was looking more at my eyes than my skin and everything else about me. Good I would rather the less she knows the better. She is already a danger to my kind and she will have to be dealt with in most unpleasant ways.

    I loved her. She was the only family that I had left and  now I can’t have family. The old queen was right you can’t have family when you are a ruler of some kind. They will play you and then hurt you. I felt sorry, but I have to do what must be down. If she is a threat she must be dealt with. I will miss her dearly, but I will have to be the last thing she see. I will make her afraid of me before I have someone else kill her. I can’t kill anymore of my family. I killed father and mother before I was turned, and now she wants to join them. I wish this could be different. There is no other way for her but death. She choice this road for herself. I will have to help her find them than.

    "No. I am not. I am not like you, sister. Not anymore. And I will get people here. I will end your life like I did father's. You have not giving me a choice in this matter. If I could somehow save you from the path that your life has taken I would. But you are a danger to myself and others like me. You are also a danger to let out into the public. I am sorry that I must be the one thing you see before you die." I said. My voice was getting stronger. I didn't hear it, but I felt it. I felt myself calling on my power, and got ahold of it before I used it. She is my last living family. She might be crazy, but I can’t use it on her.

    "Father? You can't even call him dad now? Wow. Do you think so little of this little family that you have left that you can’t even call us by name? Have you moved on from us? You were supposed to help, we were supposed to stick together, and now you move on like we were just a part of your life. News flash you're going to die before anyone gets here to help you. Don’t bother trying to call for some. I soundproofed the walls so no sound will get through them. Even when you scream in pain when I cut your skin." She asked. I knew she would hate me. But this metal is burning into my skin.

    I centered on the power that I had to call others to me. I reached my new family. "Sorry about doing this, family, but you are needed. Come to me. Ambrose, Jesper, Taurus, Sindy, William, and Eric. Come to me. Come help your queen." I said out loud. I was not afraid. I can’t be to use this power. My powers are drawn from strength. Fear is not strength. I needed to push down my fear. When I die I will be welcoming death as the last queen died.

    "What are you doing? Freak. You're not a queen. You rule no one. So stop acting like it and give me the answers I want before I kill you. If you give me the right answers I will make your death quick and painless. But if you give me the wrong answers I will kill you slowly. Making you feel everything. Every little scrap of my knife against that skin of yours. And who are those people? P.s. no one's going to hear you in here again. You never could listen could you? You would always do what you want. Stay out as long as you wanted. You were lucky. You didn’t have to go to school and learn like the rest of us. You got dad to teach you. I bet you can’t even spell your own name. Can you, Gabby? Can you spell your own name? Or are you too stupid to know what any of the words I am speaking are?" She asked like a gossip girl. She really didn't like me. I knew it. I could see it in her eyes. Smell it on her skin. She was jealous, because I got what she never did get. I have something that she will never have. I took someone from her that she barely even knows.

    "It doesn't matter what you think. I am a queen, and it doesn't matter if they hear me with ears. I have already drawn them here to me. I have something you can’t get from me . You kill me, it dies with me. Understand that you can’t hurt me. You can’t make me scream. I have been through more than enough to teach me that I have nothing to fear." I said very calmly. She looked at me. Her eyes growing wide. She slashed out and cut my face with her knife. I didn’t move or make a sound. And she kept doing that until she had enough.

    She pulled her fist back, and punched me on one of the cuts she made that was already healing. She made me bleed more. Then she shot that drug into me again and I blacked out.

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