Note: Hey guys! As I promised, here is the next chapter of Hunted!

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Hunted

Summary: Supernatural hunter Oliver Queen's latest mission's name is Felicity Smoak; a new born hybrid who has gone rogue and left her master. The new hunt brings unexpected twists and turns and when the young hybrid saves his life, Oliver realizes that there might be more to the girl than meets the eye. The hybrid might not be the biggest monster in Starling City and as their unexplainable bond grows stronger, he learns that you can't plan who you fall in love with.

Chapter 2: The Alley

Running over roof-tops was something that Oliver had become accustomed to since his return from Lian Yu.

The purgatory that he had spent five years in had been more like a hell than anything else. He could still recall the day he had reached the Island and buried his father who had shot himself in order for his son to have a better chance at survival. Robert Queen had most likely not even stopped a second to consider what psychological effects his suicide might have on his son, who was forced to witness it all. Not only had Robert killed himself, but a few seconds before doing so, he had also murdered a man in cold blood in front of Oliver, all to assure that Oliver would be the last man alive on the little lifeboat that they had pulled themselves up on.

Oliver would never forget that first day on the island, when he had stood up after finishing putting the last stone on his father's grave, and the raging pain he had felt, when an arrow pierced him from the back of his shoulder. The arrow had been shot by Yao Fei, who later, after revealing that he indeed did know a little English, explained to him that he had thought that Oliver was one of them.

Of course, when Oliver had asked for an explanation as to who exactly "them" were, he had figured that Yao Fei must be a madman for believing in creatures like vampires and werewolves.

"You have not seen the darkness that is Lian Yu yet," Yao Fei had insisted. "We stay in this cave until daylight breaks. Too dangerous outside."

Oliver shuddered, remembering his fallen mentor's words, before jumping down on the metallic stairs of the emergency escape, climbing down. There was one particular place he had in mind tonight when he had set out on his mission. There was one place in the Glades that was particularly infested with the People of Darkness. It was a club, called Black Rose, and Oliver had been keeping an eye on it for quite some time. He knew that civilians sometimes wandered in there, not knowing what dangers the club actually held, but there was no way for him to make his way inside and put down all the creatures that spent their time there; especially not alone. So, the Black Rose was the only place where he didn't actually attack the People of Darkness, mostly because of the previously mentioned reason, but also because he preferred to take them down in a place where he could actually dispose of them without drawing too much attention. Killings in a nightclub would most likely draw the attention of the media, and that was the last thing he wanted. Keeping the people of this city safe depended on them not knowing the truth about the People of Darkness, and he had made his father a promise that he would rid the city of the people who corrupted it, which included the supernatural monsters that prowled the streets at night.

As he crouched down on the stairs, looking across the street at the entrance of the club that was lit up by neon lights, he turned on the comm-link in his ear.

"Diggle," he addressed the older man before waiting on a reply.

"Oliver." The response was curt and straight to the point, telling him by the tone used that he was there to have his back, despite not liking the plan he had made up.

"Can you please look at the security cameras by the entrance of Black Rose? I need to know what the security is like," he mumbled, his voice low because one could never know who was listening in on the conversation.

"Black Rose, the club? The one that most Nightcrawlers spend their time in? Are you out of your mind?" Diggle asked, his voice raised.

"If I'm going to find Felicity Smoak, that is the best place to ask around," Oliver explained calmly.

"Yeah, sure. It's also the best place to get your head ripped off because of your status as enemy number one!" Diggle protested.

Oliver closed his eyes and pinched the brig of his nose. "Just tell me what you see, Dig."

On the other line of the comm, Diggle huffed, but Oliver would hear his fingers clattering across the keyboard. "It seems like there are two guards at the front entrance and two in the back. There are no cameras inside that I can get to, so there's no way to know what you'll see when you walk in," Diggle informed him.

"The bouncers, what are they?" Oliver wondered.

"From the way their eyes seem to be glowing, I'd say werewolves," Diggle commented.

Oliver looked up from his place, at the moon that was only half full. "In that case, I'm going in through the back," he said. "It's not a full moon, so they don't have their full strength. I'll knock them out and then see what I can do once I get inside."

"Oliver, there's no way knowing what you'll walk into," Diggle reminded him. "If I were you, I'd just come back to the lair and work out another plan. A better plan."

A smirk tugged at Oliver's lips as he stood up, climbing the stairs up to the roof again. He stood by the edge of the building and took out the zip-line-arrow, knocking it on the bow before sending it flying across the street. "I appreciate your concern for me, Dig, but trust me when I tell you I'll be coming out alive of that club tonight," he confidently said. "If something goes wrong, I'll get the hell out of there as soon as possible. Disable the cameras in the back, and I'll get back to you once I'm inside."

"Already done. I'll be in your ear if you need me," Diggle said, not sounding fully convinced, before cutting the link off. With that, Oliver secured the zip-line on his side before crossing over to the other side of the street. When he dropped down on top of the club, he looked around to make sure there weren't any cameras. Of course, considering what kind of monsters that owned the club, there weren't. They didn't want anything recording them if they ever mauled an innocent inside the club and merely that thought made Oliver's blood run ice cold.

He remembered the first time he had actually seen a vampire. He had been foolish, not listening to Yao Fei's instructions to stay inside of the safe cave. Instead, he had gone out around midnight after Yao Fei had fallen asleep. He had been surprised that he'd managed to sneak out, but the older man had clearly been tired after a long day of hunting. Oliver had walked around aimlessly in the dark, until he had reached a clearing. Just as he had been about to bend down to drink some fresh water, he had heard a growling sound across the river. Looking up, he had been shocked to see a pair of red eyes looking back at him. He had moved back slowly at first before quickly scrambling back onto his feet as he turned to run back into the forest. A snarling sound could be heard behind him and he could hear branches and twigs breaking as whatever it was followed him into woods. He had tried hard not to look back, but next thing he knew, he found himself on the ground. A root had tripped him, and he rolled onto his back just in time to see a man, not much older than him pouncing at him. The man's red eyes glistened in the moonlight and the his exposed teeth, which were far too sharp to be called teeth, were already covered in blood. Fangs, had been Oliver's first thought and suddenly, Yao Fei's warnings came back to him. He had reacted purely on the little amount of instinct he seemed to have, his hand moving around the ground for anything to use as a weapon. A small wooden stick proved to be rather effective, when he had plunged it into the monster's abdomen right as it had jumped on top of him. The creature had hissed and stepped back, the piece of wood sticking out of it's stomach as it's own blood colored the shirt it was wearing. It had pulled the stick out and snarled at Oliver, before moving forward again, but luckily, Yao Fei had found him in that moment and put a wooden stake through the creature's heart.

Oliver remembered how the vampire's skin had shriveled up and turned ashen, red eyes glazing over and becoming green, almost human. But it hadn't been a human, and Oliver had killed enough Nightcrawlers since then to know that. This wasn't the time to reminisce on what he had done on that damned island. He had a mission that he wanted to finish, preferably before the end of the night.

He stalked toward the back of the building and looked down. Just as Diggle had informed him, two guards stood below him, dressed in black suits and hands crossed over their chest. They were both big, bigger than him and for a brief second, Oliver wondered whether he would be able to knock them out stealthily. He shook his head at himself; this was no time for self-doubt. He knew he could do this, because he had taken down bigger enemies since his return to Starling City.

He took out two syringe-arrows from his quiver and looked at the purple liquid that was inside of them. The wolfsbane was highly concentrated and would most likely knock out the werewolves that were guarding the door. He took a small breath before standing on the edge of the building, aiming at the two creatures below. As one of the arrows cut through the air and hit it's target in the shoulder, Oliver quickly nocked the other arrow and sent it flying, just as the other bouncer turned to look up at him. The wolfsbane incapacitated the second monster as well and he dropped to the ground. Oliver smirked to himself, jumping down to stand in front of the doors. He prepared for the worst, nocking yet another arrow, before stepping inside.

The music was muffled as he stepped inside the dark hallway. There was no sign of any other guard close by as he made his way through the narrow pathway. By the end of the hall flashing lights could be seen. He walked closer to the source of light and finally, he stood in front of a big window. Down below, the strobe lights were flashing in every color he knew, the bass vibrated against the window and the music was a lot louder than earlier. People were dancing, grinding against each other with the rhythm of the music and anger surged through Oliver as he saw a creature with glowing yellow eyes sinking it's fangs into a girl's neck. He was itching to find a way downstairs, just to put an arrow through the creatures throat, but he had to find the people he had come looking for initially.

He turned on the comm again, "Diggle. I'm inside. Can you find the blueprints and look up the main office? I'm directly above the club, on the second floor."

Static was heard on the other line briefly, before Diggle picked up his own comm. "I have the blueprints up already because I knew you would get lost in there," his friend said, amusement in his tone. "What do you see?"

"It's a big window with a view of the dance floor below," Oliver informed.

"Okay, I see," Diggle said, typing something down. "If you keep walking right ahead, the hallway will split in two. Go right, then keep walking until you reach the end of that hallway, and then go left. The main office should be at the end of that hallway."

"Right, then left then straight ahead," Oliver repeated. "Copy that."

"Be careful, Oliver."

"Aren't I always?" He cut the connection again and followed Diggle's instructions, making sure to walk quickly but quietly. Before rounding the corners, he looked around to make sure there weren't any surprises waiting on him, but he managed to reach his destination without experiencing any problems. That fact made him uneasy, because a club like the Black Rose, should have had more security, especially this close to the main office. Taking this into consideration, Oliver kicked open the big door and held up his bow, aiming it at the head of the person that was sitting behind the desk, caught up in paper work, it seemed.

The person slowly lifted his head, eyes flashing with that familiar supernatural glow before an amused smirk crossed his face.

"Mr. Hood," the man, who looked like he was in his late thirties acknowledged. "I was not expecting a visit from you tonight."

Oliver turned on his voice-distorter and held his aimed bow in place. "Mr. Bertinelli," he bellowed. "If you play nice, I won't be putting this arrow in you tonight."

In Starling City, Frank Bertinelli was known as a reformed crime lord. The man had once used his power to bring the weaker ones on their knees by making them addicted to drugs and supplying them with pills. He had made a fortune on using the poor, but when it came down to pinning him for the crimes he committed, there was no one who dared to go up and testify against him. During Oliver's time on the island, Bertinelli seemed to have left the drug business behind, only to enter a world of even greater darkness. He had been approached by the People of Darkness and after a lot of negotiating on his behalf, he had managed to convince a vampire to turn him. Frank was obsessed with power and wanted to have control over the Dark Ones, but he realized soon that it wasn't in the Nightcrawler's nature to be submissive. Eventually, he had settled for starting club Black Rose, as a sort of safe haven for the Dark Ones, where they could come and enjoy themselves because the police still didn't dare cross him, despite not knowing what kind of monster he had really become.

Mr. Bertinelli's eyes flashed once more. "To what do I have the honor of a visit by the city's very own Hunter?" he mused. "I haven't left this office for a week, so I haven't been out killing humans, if that is why you're here."

"Where can I find Felicity Smoak?" Oliver asked, ignoring the vampire's quip.

"Felicity Smoak?" the vampire frowned. "What makes you think that I know anything about Ms. Smoak?"

"You own the Black Rose," Oliver replied. "You hear everything that is said downstairs and you have an eye on almost every supernatural creature in this town. Now, where can I find Ms. Smoak?"

The vampire seemed insistent to pretend that he knew of nothing of what Oliver was talking about. Annoyance filled Oliver and he released the arrow, sending it straight into the computer monitor which sent sparks flying everywhere. Mr. Bertinelli winced, rolling back with his chair, away from the bright light as Oliver nocked another arrow. "I won't ask you again," he growled.

Mr. Bertinelli watched him curiously as a smirk slowly made it's way up his face. "Very well, if you insist." He stood up from his chair, holding both his hands up in surrender. "Normally, I protect the people who come into my club, but I'll make an exception for you, this time." He watched the Hunter almost expectantly, but when the man in the green hood didn't make any move to lower his bow, he sighed loudly and continued, "Ms. Smoak used to be a frequent visitor here up until a couple of months ago. I've heard that the young hybrid has gone rogue and left her master, which isn't easily done. Her former pack-members are looking for her and drop by the club from time to time, hoping they'll catch her scent."

"Why are they looking for her?"

"Why are you looking for her?" The vampire's eyes glowed again with amusement. "What has the poor girl to anger the Hunter, besides being a hybrid of course?"

"None of your business," Oliver said. "Now, tell me where I can find her and I'll be on my way."

"I told you already," Frank snapped. "I haven't seen nor heard from Ms. Smoak in over three months. If the girl was lucky, she got away and is on the other side of the Earth by now, if not, her pack has caught up with her and torn her apart."

Oliver was glad that the hood covered up half his face, because he wasn't exactly sure what emotions his eyes were conveying at the moment. His brain played him a short film of savage animals tearing into the blonde that he had seen earlier on the picture in his lair. The fact that it made him uneasy to think of her being torn to shreds wasn't something he wanted to think about at the moment, because quite frankly, it didn't make much sense to him. Never, in the seven years that he had known about the People of Darkness, had he ever felt pity for them, and he wasn't about to start now either.

"You told me her pack-members still come in here looking for her," Oliver said, making Frank smirk again.

"Quite perceptive, aren't you, Hunter?" he mocked. "Yes indeed. They have been here and asked around for her."

"Which means that they probably haven't found her yet," Oliver pointed out.

"Yes, yes... Now, do tell how the little blonde caught your attention," Bertinelli mused.

"You are to no help for me, Mr. Bertinelli," Oliver said, aiming the arrow with the wooden head at the vampire's chest. "That means that this doesn't end well for you."

"I beg to differ," Bertinelli replied calmly, a grin slowly spreading across his face. Something was off. Goosebumps formed on Oliver's flesh underneath the leather suit and when the door behind him slammed open, he instantly turned around, shooting an arrow at the werewolf that had entered the room. Of curse, the wood would only inflict pain, not kill it. "You should have disabled the cameras, Mr. Hood," Bertinelli laughed. "Or at least made sure that the cameras wouldn't restart themselves the second they were disabled."

So that was why there hadn't been any guards anywhere. Bertinelli must have called them away, knowing that something was wrong.

Werewolves ran inside the office through the door that had been swung open and Oliver knew that he needed to get out of there. One werewolf lunged itself at him with it's fist, but Oliver blocked it before stabbing it with a wolfsbane-dart in it's neck. He needed to remind himself to thank Diggle for ordering him to have those at him at all times- If he managed to get out of the club alive, that is.

The only good thing about Bertinelli was that he only used werewolves as guards. Oliver supposed it had something to do with them being 'dogs' and that the thought amused the vampire in charge somehow. Also, in the world of the Dark Ones, werewolves were considered to be a little lower on the social ladder. That was until they were turned into hybrids, which were a rare species. Those were at the top of the pyramid and they were the ones that Oliver himself knew the least of. On the Island, he had mostly encountered werewolves and vampires, which were the more common species, but he had taken down a shapeshifter or two as well. The monsters all had their own weaknesses, and Oliver had trained and studies hard so that he would be prepared for any kind of monster that was thrown his way.

He knocked out the other two werewolves that blocked his way and ran out in the hallway, but not before shooting a warning shot at Bertinelli himself. The vampire only laughed, which angered Oliver further. He wanted to put a stake through the monster's heart, but right now, he needed to get out.

"Dig, I'm in trouble," he said as he activated the comm-link.

"Get the hell out of there, Oliver," Diggle's voice sounded.

"I'm trying," Oliver hissed, firing two arrows at a lone werewolf that had stepped into his way.

Good thing that it wasn't a full moon, he thought to himself as he managed to run outside in the night. He could hear the wolves running after him though, their footsteps loud and heavy.

Oliver ran as quickly as his feet could carry him, climbing metal fences to make it more difficult for the bulky wolves to follow him. There were at least three of them, following him. He tried to mind his surroundings, but he was concentrating so hard on getting away from them, that he miscalculated and stepped into the wrong alley. He found himself facing a brick wall and he looked up, wondering whether his zip-line-gun would be useful. The conclusion was that it would help anything, because the roof was too high.

Instead, he turned around and faced the- he counted them, mentally sizing them up- five wolves that had stopped a few meters away from him, grinning widely at him.

"Nowhere to run, Hunter," one of them growled at him. His yellowed eyes flashed in the darkness and the other four laughed.

Oliver aimed his bow at them. "Scurry back to your club, or else you'll regret it," he threatened, despite knowing that he was outnumbered.

"What do you say boys? Should we rid the city of it's Savior?" the same wolf asked. The others nodded their heads enthusiastically, making Oliver sick. He wanted to kill them all, but there was absolutely no way that he would be able to fight them all off. He was running out of arrows and there was no way out of the alley besides the one they were blocking.

Then, one of the wolves howled out in pain, falling to ground, eyes wide. The other four looked around, just as a flash of pink flew past them in the alley. Another wolf ended up on his knees, knocked out, which made other three concentrate even more on finding the source of the pink flash. Oliver took his chance and shot an arrow through the heart of one of them and he fell, dead, instantly. The blur returned and this time, Oliver clearly saw a flash of blonde hair as well. Whatever it was, it was supernatural. The speed at which the blur moved was inhuman, but right this moment, Oliver needed to concentrate on taking out the wolves that had been set on killing him, before deciding on how to act with the monster that seemed to be helping him.

He watched as the monster fought the two wolves at the same time. It was a lot faster than them and clearly stronger too. Before he knew it, the last two wolves were laying on the ground, knocked out, but not dead. Oliver didn't even hesitate to put and arrow through each and every one of them, killing them so that they would never hunt humans again. Then, he turned to face the remaining Dark One.

It was a female. She wasn't very tall, but her legs were slim and she had quite a petite form. She was wearing a pair of dark jeans, a hot pink tank top and a black jacket, paired with black boots. The monster was panting a little, almost as if it was out of breath as he met her eyes.

The azure irises flashed yellow and she grinned, her fangs that had been out just a second before retracting into her gums. It didn't take Oliver long to recognize the signs of a hybrid and it most certainly didn't take long to recognize the face that he had seen earlier tonight in the lair.

"Wow, that was a close one, wasn't it?" said Felicity Smoak.

Note: And in comes Felicity Smoak, all mysteriously wonderful and kickass, saving the Hood from the big bad wolves!

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