It’s all I’ve got.
Hunting.
In this hellish, clusterfuck of a life, hunting was the common thread in the life we shared. It made the highs, higher, and the lows, bearable. It’s all I have to remember her by. Just about every memory I have with her is tied to it.
Damn.
Nothing like the death of a loved one to make you remember how empty life can feel.
…It’d be crazy to hunt after the ones who put her in the ground, but maybe that’s what I need.
I don’t think I can walk away from this life, not yet. Especially after all it’s taken from me.
I guess my only option then is to keep hunting until I finally reach the day when I meet her on the other side.
The End
Blaze Monroe and the Shattered Heart
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After Rocco broke the news, I didn’t know how to react. The only thing I can do now is keep going forward because the second I stop, it’s all over for me. Sailor’s gone and so is her dad or anyone else that was involved with the events of the raid that night.
So now, I hunt.
Vampires, werewolves, witches. Demons. It doesn’t matter. I find them and I take them out, hopefully getting answers along the way. Anything to help clear the mystery and ease my pain.
There’s a case I’m working on. There’s a witch I’m tracking that’s been preying on scorned lovers looking for revenge. And she gives it, but of course, at a price. A steep one, in fact.
She deals with blood pacts, which is one of the worst things you could do.
I’m going to take her out, and hopefully, every other witch in her network.
Some lines just shouldn’t be crossed, and as long as I’m alive, I’ll make sure it stays that way.
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She slings me to the back wall with the simple flick of her hand. Lucky for me, I was able to get a shot in before she dislodged my gun and tossed me like a ragdoll. Damn. She’s telekinetic. My head ricochets off the wall and her psychic hold on me dampens as she grabs her bleeding shoulder. Her magic is tied to her vitality. That’s why she does what she does to her victims.
Blood pacts.
In the absence of her strength, I scramble for my gun, but she moves it away just in the nick of time. I glance up at her and she winces in pain from the use of her abilities. I grab a knife from my boot and sling it her way. She stops it, and reverses its trajectory, causing it to fire back at me.
I roll to the side, dodging the blade as it digs into the wooden floor only for it to take a life of its own. It stabs at me again and I continue my roll, causing it to miss. I then hurry to my feet and break the line of sight between me and the witch, making her ability useless without a visual. I post up against a supporting wall and pull out my second Berretta—a weapon she isn’t aware that I possess. If I can shoot quicker than she can react, I can be done with this one.
“I’ve seen your future, hunter. It’s quite the sight to behold. A reunion. Heartbreak. Loss. Regret. Death. I knew you were coming for quite some time.”
“Bullshit,” I call out and cross over to the adjacent wall. In the brief opening when I transferred, she wasn’t in sight. She’s hiding. “What’s my name? What high school did I go to? Give me something that you have to work for. Parlor tricks don’t impress me.”
“Who pushed you over the edge?” the witch asks. “Did you love her?” Her loss of blood causes her to get sloppy. I hear something rattle in the foreground, and I make my move to pursue. I pop out from the corner and a knife hurtles towards my face, instantly shifting my focus from attacking to surviving. I dodge it by bending back around the corner.
“Better.” I eye the knife lodged into the wall. “But, you’re still speaking in generalities.”
“I can bring her back to you. Show her the way… All you have to do is trust me.”
I pause and consider her proposal, dealing with darkness is never worth it, except for that one moment where it really is.
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