Shadows crept
across the wall releasing a sudden chill that ran down my spine like an icy
six-footed demon. Shifting into alert mode, I grounded to the earth and charged
my palms with energy. Pulsating blood coursed through my veins as heat rose by
degrees through my fingers. I hadn't felt like this in centuries and yet, my
body knew exactly how to react, never failing me and never showing mercy. The
sickening chill continued in repeating waves through out my body, intensifying
with each passing second. Whoever was coming was either suicidal or had a death
sentence. I just hoped it wasn't a neophyte because this was not going to be
pretty. He was now close, I could taste the fear and perverted excitement
saturate the room. My teeth clenched as my eyes continued to sweep my
surroundings realizing he was not alone. My senses counted eleven closing in.
The twelfth was missing. Damn,
where is he? I pushed my
minds eye further out but could not locate number twelve.
"The Hunter wants you back." The voice came from behind me. This was no neophyte.
"Number twelve," I murmured. "Tell him to go to Hell."
"Pity."
Then everything
faded.
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