The Hunters become the hunted

First chapter in a new and shorter series if people wish to find out more about the characters. I am also working on the book I had previously mentioned so there will be some delay between post. This story is being posted both in the Forum and the Story Site

John walked into the night club, observing the press of bodies together. The music pounded out its dance beat, bare skin was beaded with sweat as the bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The heat was oppressive and yet energizing as the dancing, swaging, writhing bodies overrode the air conditioning. The sheep were advertising to the wolves, for John knew that within club were vampires looking for their next meals.

John had been hunting vampires since he was thirteen when his parents started to train them to take over for them when he was old enough. Mortals who hunter the monsters were rare and had very short life expectancies, at twenty-three John was almost to the end of his. The monsters have all the advantages as they were faster, stronger and much harder to kill. He’s been on his own since he turned sixteen, his parents killed on a hunt. John had gotten his revenge against the vampire that did it, but that wasn’t enough and he continued to hunt forgoing any chance at a normal life. He had no plans of settling down or training a new hunter to replace him as he wanted nothing to do with ruining some poor kid’s life. People were better off not believing in the monsters. Ignorance is bliss as they say.

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Erica spotted John as soon as he walked into the dance club. He stood head and shoulders above the crowd placing his height around six foot three or six foot six. He had a lean, athletic build like a swimmer with dark raven’s wing black hair and piercing sapphire blue eyes. He was dressed nicely in black linen slacks a black silk shirt; the belt and shoes were black leather with silver buckle and accents. He wore a full length black leather duster that was accented in silver as well. If his height and the clothing hadn’t made him stand out the look in his eyes would have.

Erica watched as he scanned the room, a predator staring out of those dark eyes. When his gaze locked with her eyes a jolt passed through her entire body causing her heart to beat and a flush to creep across her skin. What the hell was that she thought, my heart doesn’t beat on its own? What is it about him that forced that reaction? She watched him as he traveled through the room.

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As he swept the room quickly he locked eyes with the only woman he had ever thought of as beautiful and realized that he was hard just from looking into her eyes. She wasn’t tall; he’d guess around 4’11 to 5’3 depending on her shoes that he couldn’t see. She wore a body hugging dress in classic black, strapless and barely extending down to her mid-thigh. Her skin was pale and practically glowed under the lights of the dance floor; her hair was a pale golden brown and her eyes were like melted dark chocolate. He wanted nothing more than to cross the dance floor and speak with her. He stopped himself immediately; he’d promised that he would not ruin anyone’s life by involving himself with them. Tearing his gaze away, John proceeded to stalk though the room as he searched for the wolves among the sheep. His mind kept turning back to the stunning young woman he spotted, the unearthly beauty she displayed was a common trait among the monsters, a way of drawing the prey to them.

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Erica followed him around the room with her eyes even as she continued to dance, intent on picking up some “take out” for the night. She needed to feed and to de so privately. She didn’t kill those she fed from, but it still couldn’t be properly done in such a public setting.