The Hunters Work

A girl is the most fearsome hunter there can be. It just so happens they can also be the cutest to the things that they have to kill. It is part of their, charm. They lure something in and then they kill them without a second thought but this older Hunter is the hardest of them all. But with one thing. She is falling for someone that is undead. Well, she thinks that he is alive. But a closer look at him tells her otherwise. But she is also falling for another Hunter. The rules of a Hunter are very clear, 1 do not fall in love for something that is dead, 2 do not fall in love with another hunter, and 3 kill every vampire and work as hard as you can. Who is she going to choose?


6. The Hunt Happens Again

          "Okay so her name would be Halina. She is 1337 years old. She does know about the Hunters and is doing her best to get on our bad list but she has been on the bad list for a while and no one seems able to get her down. She can time jump. That should be pretty hard to do but I think that you can do it, Hanna. Her hair is dyed blue but she changes it every so often. She was last seen in Ireland. She was going to Blarney Stone," Cody said as his head was still in the file. Hanna nodded her head and made her way back to her room to get dressed again. 

          "So what are you going to be doing? Are we going to bring her in or put her down?" Cody asked as if we were talking about a dog. Hanna laughed at his terms and said, "Put her down, in  your words. Kill her in mine." Looking over her shoulder she saw him smile and head out of her room. 


          "Ready to go and kill her?" Cody asked Hanna as they met up at the airplane. Hanna nodded her head and motion for him to lead the way onto the plane. It was going to be a long ride, from Colorado to Ireland, so they had to get this down fast and get back before the sun went down to report in otherwise, others would be sent for no reason at all. They waited a long while. It was a good thing that they had gone to sleep before they had gotten on the plane at 5 in the morning. Hanna had thought it through. If she woke up in the afternoon it would take nearly a day to get to the place so she was careful as to what time they were going to leave that morning.

          A ringing from her pocket as the plane was about to level off caught her notice and she picked it up to see that the informat was calling again. "Hello?" She asked into the phone as she looked at Cody. 

          "Yes. Hello. Is Cody there with you right now, Hanna? If so put me on speaker phone. I have to talk to you both," She told them and Hanna did as she was told to do so. Something about her voice didn't sound right. She sounded almost worried about something. "Okay. Your case has been seen going to Lake Killarney. She has also changed her hair to blond. You should see her when you get there because she has long hair and it looks a little blue still at the top of her head," She paused quietly. Hanna thought that she heard a small crying sound coming from her. That was new. Most of the Hunters never cried. 

          "What is wrong? I heard a crying sound." Hanna told her at once. She thought that this made the sound a little more noticeable and Cody looked at her as well. 

          "Oh - Oh uh - nothing. It was nothing. Just the seem old thing. I just got word from the Hunter that went out to the Abner case and his partner made it back. He didn't. He was my brother and I will miss him a lot," The informat swallowed back tears while she talked, " Anyway I want you to go out there and kill her. She is not needed back her and I want to kill her myself so have fun," She finished and hung up. Hanna looked at Cody who was taken aback by this news. He didn't look happy but he didn't look sad either. It seems he was happy that it was her that was more than likely to go after the case now. Hanna went after the cases that people would die on. But when they didn't have any of those she would go on the easy ones.

          "Well, that was something I didn't expect to hear from her. Hanna, are you alright? You look kind of happy and sad that this case is going to be your next big one. Haven't you been wanting enough for a big case?" Cody asked worriedly. Hanna nodded but didn't talk. She was going to have to make some calls. Calls that she really didn't want to have to make. She wished someone else could do the calling part for her.

          "Cody, if you don't mind I would like to be alone while I make these calls," She said seriously. Cody knew that when she had to make calls it was better that she was alone than with anyone. But it would always be better if she wasn't alone all the time. This kind of thing wasn't something that she would do all the time but it was a normal thing for her.  He nodded and stepped away from her.

          "Okay first to the family," Hanna mutter to herself detailing the families number. The family wasn't fast to pick up the phone but they did pick it up before she had to call again. 

          "Hello?" A man asked from the other side of the phone. You could hear the worry in his voice over the call. All of the Hunters families had her number and they knew that when she would call them nothing good was to every come from it.

          "Hello. It is Hanna and I am sorry to inform you that your son has passed on. He will not be coming home to you alive. If you wish for us to send you his body for a grave let me know," She said in her cold voice. She put this voice on when she had to tell others of what has happened. 

          "Send him home," The man said in a shaky voice. From the crying in the background, Hanna knew that his wife was in the room and she was on speaker phone. 

          "Your daughter is still alive I will send her home with him. I am very sorry for your loss. I hope that I will not have to call you soon. Goodbye," She said and hung up the phone before they could answer her back anyway. 




          Abner took the manager's advice. At least some of it. Most of it was the talk of a drunk man. But the drunk man may just be one of the smartest people alive at the time. Sometimes you need a drunk to make you see better. Abner had a feeling that his attempt at trying to make friends was going to be for nothing. Something in the air was not feeling right. Something about the way that it felt to him was off. If a vampire could tell you what his last day would have been like, Abner was sure that it would have been this off feeling. It made him jumpy and nervous. 

          Abner had gone to a park to try to make some friends but as it turned out a park was not a good place to make friends. Abner was making his way back to his little home when he came past a store that sold notebooks. He looked in the window and saw something he would never have though an idea. Passing this shop had put an idea in his mind. Abner though that when he was human he had been a good drawer. Now he could see if that skill had improved over years of not being used. Abner though that it would be interesting to see if he could still draw.

           Abner walked into the store and looked around for a little bit. Abner was just about to leave when his eyes had landed on a leather bound thick notebook with a rose on the front. It was not something that he had seen in so long that he had to walk up to it. His mother had a notebook just like it and he had not been able to find hers. She had kept it locked away and always had her head in it. He was going to get it. It was just something that he couldn't pass up. It would remind him of his mother too much to not get it. He walked up to the person that had been watching him look around the small store and put the notebook on the counter. She looked at it and smiled. "I see that you like this one. What is interesting about this one?" She asked as she rang it up.

          Abner paid and answered her, " My mother had on just like it. I loved it and always wanted to look in it but she would never let me. I have yet to find it as well. I wish that I could find it but that house was burnt down a long time ago," Abner said before he could catch himself. The person at the counter looked at him while she gave him the bag.

          "What do you mean?" She asked and leaned over to top.

          "My mother had died in a house fire. Bad wiring was my guess. My father had left us way before that. But I have never seen him since. My mother, she was a kind person she loved everything and everyone. But she loved her notebook more than anything in the world. I was about 9 when she was lost to me," Abner said lying to her. She looked sad about hearing this.

          "I am so sorry. That must have been horrible for you," She said rubbing his arm. Abner moved his arm away and nodded his head.

           "I am sorry I must be holding you up. I am just going to leave now," Abner muttered and left the store. It wasn't that he felt uncomfortable talking with her. It was the moves that she as trying to make on him that he was not comfortable with. 

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