A.N: Hey Guys!
Here is my new story!! I promised right? Each chapter will have a song as title and it will set the mood of the chapter.
The story title is from the song of The Script.
I also want to take a minute to thank my fantastic Beta Ale. She is so funny with her comments and her support helped me to continue thank you so much bunny.
I also want to thank Megan for her enthusiasm. You helped me girly =D
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I had my eyes locked on the warehouse where the 4 strigoi were retracting. Only 3 hours before dawn and we will be able to bomb the place like we usually did. We were not messing around.
But, when one of the strigoi turned around it changed everything. I knew who it was even if I never saw him before, it was the strigoi who killed Henry's parents 5 years ago.
I froze as the strigoi spot the silhouette rushing toward him from the other side of the building.
"Henry stay back!" I shouted, so loud that it felt like my throat was about to explode. But he shook his head and ran after the strigoi in the warehouse. I jumped from my hiding place ready to run after him when a hand caught my wrist.
"You can't go in Rose it's suicide! Paul went to call for back up. It's too late for him now!" Said the petite blond dhampir woman beside me.
I was instantaneously transported a bit more than 3 years ago when Dimitri had been taken by Strigoi just before my eyes and my mom succeeded to restrain me from going after him and it was something I was still regretting today.
It was almost the same scene but I would not make the same mistake the second time around.
"I have to go Jane! It's never too late!" I broke free. "Go meet Paul now! Tell him everything," I added running as fast as I could toward the warehouse.
I soon as I walked in I knew I was too late as there was no fighting sounds whatsoever. I walked slowly looking around. About 2 feet from the door there was a dead strigoi, she was still a child probably not even 15! She still had Henry's stake in the chest.
I sighed and shook my head. I was a full time nomadic hunter for a bit more than 2 years now but I still had trouble to get past all the things I was seeing even if I was getting colder and colder as the days passed I almost reached my goal of not feeling anything anymore.
I shook the right sleeve of my leather jacket just to feel the cold of the titanium retractable blade our genius inventor put in it. People were saying that Katana's blade were the sharpest blades the world. It was probably because they didn't know our hunting ones. Using it to cut a Strigoi head between the 3rd and 4th cervical vertebra was like cutting through mash potatoes.
When I walked into the first room I saw a head on the floor the eyes directed to me.
"What are you staring at strigoi? Am I just so pretty I made you lose your head?" I whispered chucking. I kicked it out of the way.
I took maybe three more steps and what I saw made any laugher I could have had die in my throat. Henry was on the floor with a strigoi just above him.
"Hey leech!" I shouted for him to concentrate on me. I knew it was the strigoi that killed Henry's parents because he had this unusual Cross tattoo on the neck with some weird Latin words under it.
He grinned and at this instant a strigoi jumped on my back and I felt an ghastly pain just at the bottom of my neck where that parasite just took a bite of my flesh and spat it out.
"How dare you spit out my flesh?" I said feeling the warm blood starting to soak my shirt under the jacket. "It's first category deep shit! I taste good and you waste it?!".
I made a move with my arm to release the blade I gave him a reversed headbutt and twisted around and cut his head in one go.
The last strigoi, the one I really wanted, started to run.
"Oh no you won't," I said reaching for the boomerang shaped titanium blade that I had in the side of my military black boot and threw it.
When the strigoi fell on the floor and his head rolled on the right I chuckled "Strike! That's for the O'Hara's you bloodsucking asshole!"
"Henry?" I said frowning walking to him but the closer I got I started to notice the deep red puddle forming near his neck.
NO NO!! That's couldn't be happening! Not him…Henry!! I thought rushing to kneel beside him. His jugular had been severed and even if I was not a doctor I knew right then it was too late. You couldn't sew on again a jugular and it was taking less than 6 minutes for this kind of injury to kill you… It was experience talking…unfortunately.
Henry looked at me and the light in his hazel eyes was no more. "Rose…" He whispered with difficulty.
"It's going to be alright," I said with a small smile. "I'm here…" I said resting my back against a pillar while propping his head on one of my leg. "I got him, your family is avenged," I said stoking his hair.
"Stay…" He whispered again moving his weak shaking hand
I took it and squeezed it hard. "I'm here, you won't go alone. I'm right here," I said and the old Rose would have broken down but the one I became didn't cry anymore. She didn't feel enough to do so anymore. "Now sleep, it will all be better where you're going, no more pain" I added as he closed his eyes letting out his last breathe.
I had a tearless sob as I hugged his lifeless body tight against my chest soaking the front of my shirt with his blood. I was getting weak as my blood loss what getting serious now.
Uh that strigoi probably took a biggest chunk than I thought. I said to myself lifting Henrys' body with difficulty. I didn't have the same perception to pain than I once had and I didn't even counted the number of scars I had now.
I barely made it outside trailing Henry's body hoping not to meet any strigoi or other creature we were fighting.
As soon as I walked out of the warehouse I collapsed under the weight of his body and my own weariness. Paul, who was somehow the leader of our group rushed to my side.
"Rose," he said reaching down taking Henry's body off of my back. He realized he was dead. "Oh Henry, why did you do it?" He asked the voice shivering with pain. "I'm so sorry Rose."
I struggled standing up but they knew better by now than to try to help me. "There is no point to be sorry," I said coldly. "It has nothing to do with me…" I added starting to walk to the van.
"You need to be checked by the doc Rose," said Jane with concerned looking at my beige shirt covered in blood.
I looked at my watch. "It's not only my blood.." I stated walking passed her. "It's only another night on the job right? I knew what I signed for."
We made it to the GQ about 20 minutes later. We were staying in a old house close to the docks of Southampton. The sedentary Hunters were always happy to help nomadic groups when we were around and it was the same everywhere and in a bit more than 2 years I could say I knew Europe pretty well.
"Doc we need you," shouted Fred one of the older member of the group he was a dhampir too, contrary to Henry who was only human.
The doc was human too and an ex navy seal. He was a doc during some very delicate and bloody missions so he was just perfect for the group.
"Rose…" He sighted as he knew I was the one he sew up at least once a week.
I showed him my neck.
"Oh, that one is nasty!" he said making me sit down on a chair in the kitchen while he retrieved his bag from the counter. I took off my jacket wincing.
He took out a syringe. "Ok, let me give you a small anesthetic this time."
I snorted. "Come on doc, you know it's a pain for you to get that anesthetic! I don't need it. Just pass me the bottle," I said pointing at the bottle of scotch near his bag, "and we'll be just fine."
He gave me the bottle and I took a look sip. "K doc you go now," I said keeping the bottle in the hand.
He sighed. "You are even crazier than my previous patients Rose and they were navy seals!" He said putting the syringe back in his bag taking out the thread and needle.
"Thank you," I said taking another sip.
"Wasn't a compliment," he mumbled.
"I know." I simply said.
"Where are the others?" He asked making conversation as he was sewing.
"Henry died," I said matter of factly. "They are probably arranging things."
Doc stopped sewing for just a second. "I'm sorry Rose it must be hard." He said starting sewing again.
I shrugged my left shoulder. "Well not more than usual," I said looking at the bottle. "A warrior fell. It's always sad as we need every single one we can get but we all know the risks right?" I took a sip. "We go out at night not sure if we will make it back."
Doc exhaled loudly and shook his head with disapproval. He put a bandage on my scar. "Well, you'll take it easy for a few days ok?" He asked as I stood up.
"You got it!" I said taking my jacket for the back of the chair ready to walk up to the room where my bag was.
"You won't listen right?" He said with reproach.
"Did I ever listened to you? No, so why would I start?" I said evenly going up the stairs.
"I know you never did and if you are still alive today it's mainly due to luck," he said and I automatically reached for the scar I had on my face.
It was going from my mobile eyelid to the top of my forehead cutting my left eyebrows in the middle. The doc told me that if the strigoi blade would have touched me just 2 millimeters down I would be blind of the left eye.
"I don't regret this scar." I said stopping turning around to face him. I had this scar about 18 months ago while we were in Vienna. We had a hint about a strigoi nest and I went as apparently Dimitri was there but of course he wasn't however I came face to face with the blond strigoi who I learned then was the one who turned Dimitri. I almost didn't make it out alive but a cat distracted him so I managed to kill him and save Megan who was an old member of the group at the same time. I was now tired of this witch hunt. I never crossed Dimitri's path and I was starting to think that I would never find him.
"Oh course you don't regret it! It's like you get a kick by getting hurt. Like it's the only think you can still feel!" He said sadly, "Nothing scares you!"
"No fear… What is there to fear anyways? " I said shrugging walking up.
I took my tiny sport bag that was holding everything I owned. When you were nomadic you were traveling light.
"Where are you going?" Asked Paul seeing me walking down dressed for a fight that would never come.
"I'm leaving." I said simply looking at the 8 people in the room, it was what was left of the nomadic hunters group I joined when my boat arrived in Le Havre in France 29 months ago. The group counted 22 people when I joined and now there was only 8 remaining standing in front of me. I just couldn't continue to see them die as they kept accepting new recruits.
"Leaving where?" He asked completely stunned. It was true that no one could have ever imagined that I would quit. Not me!
"Going back to the States." I said standing straight. "The man we saved last night is taking a cargo ship to New York today, he is leaving at dawn and to thank me he proposed to take me along since I don't have a passport or anything like that." I said nonchalantly they didn't even know my family name here.
"What about Emma?" Asked Jane and I could see she was angry like I was letting them down. I wanted to shout and tell her that I paid my due!! I had my fair share of battle scars to prove it!
"What about her?" I asked looking at her coldly.
"Her brother just died!" She said astonished by my reaction but what she didn't get was that it was the only way for me to see another day, being indifferent. "She needs comfort she is barely 12 and she has no family left!" She added and now I could also hear the anger in her voice.
Emma was 12 years younger than her brother Henry and when their parents, who were sedentary hunters, got killed by strigoi 5 years ago Henry joined the fight.
"I'm sorry, but what it has to do with me?" I asked impatiently.
"I…" Jane sighed. "You know the kid loves you like a sister."
I winced. I was very close of Henry and Emma it was true even if I never expressed any feelings to or for them we had it underlying it couldn't be denied. "Do you know me like… at all?" I asked her pointing at myself dressed from head to toe in black leather, with my loony hair cut just below my earlobe. I even cut them myself with an hunting knife out of anger when I almost lost a fight when a strigoi caught my ponytail. "I can't take care of a kid! Hell I can barely take care of myself!" I pointed out showing her my scar on my forehead.
"But you could take care of her you're the only one she trusts beside Henry and--" She started again.
I raised my hand to stop her. "You know what? You better strop right there. The kid is messed up. She has nothing left and you want me to take care of her?" I asked with incredulity. "Like we need to mess up with the little sanity she's got left!" I shook my head vehemently. "I don't even know what I'll do there, where I'm going!" I shrugged, "no I'm sorry but you guys keep her. I never signed for that. You should contact father O'Malley. He'll find someone back in Dublin to take care of her. That's where she belongs… It's home there."
"But if you don't know where you are going back to the States or why…why would you go?" Asked Paul, our "sort of leader." He had been a nomadic hunter for at least 20 years and that was impressive because our longevity was normally a lot shorter. "Stay here with us."
"I just don't want to do that anymore." I said sincerely. "I'll continue hunting because let's face it," I snorted, "it's the only thing I'm good at. But I can't keep seeing us lose. I'm a loner and intend to end up a loner." I sighed.
Jane was looking at me with disapproval.
"Listen there are many people in the US that I saved while they were in Europe." I gave a little nudge to my bag on the floor. "I've got contacts there, I'll see what I can do for Emma… I'm not a monster, you see." I said shooting a dirty look at Jane. "I'll give you a call," I said to Paul picking my bag from the floor.
I rushed and made it to the docks with only minutes to spare.
"Well, if it isn't my guardian Angel!" Said the old captain, seeing me walk toward him. "Well, with these clothes you look far more like a fallen angel" he added joking.
"Yeah, I'll probably end up in Hell anyways,"I said seriously. "So Captain, the offer still stands?"
"Of course it does. I have a small room for you. You'll be in New York in 5 days." He said gently padding my shoulder.
I nodded. "Thank you."
"Anything for the girl who saved my wife and daughter." He said looking at me like I was an hero.
I sighed but didn't comment. I was not an hero pretty freaking far from it. I didn't managed to keep the persons who cared for me safe. Every person who ever cared about me got hurt, some of them fatally.
I didn't know why I decided to take that boat. It was like a little voice deep down telling me it was enough. I paid my dues, ran after a ghost, lost enough pieces of my soul.
I stood on the desk when the boat left looking at the sun raising.
I was going back where my whole life ended, where Rose Hathaway died to become Rose the hunter.
The End where I begin….I thought shaking my head.