12-22-2013, 09:14 AM
The first arrow embedded itself in the tree next to the vampire’s head, forcing him to skid to a halt and look back. He couldn’t see her but he knew exactly who was currently cocking back another arrow. Staying on the forest floor was suicide; it didn’t take an experienced hunter to figure that out. Hindering oneself by the trees and various animals made the prey’s survival slim to none. Zak scrambled up the tree, ignoring the pain in his legs and arms. He had already taken an arrow to the back of his leg and in his right shoulder. Going back to the house was foolish but he needed just one thing. Part of him knew that Nova had an idea that he had gone back but if he didn’t get the cuffs his father had made for him, he knew that he would lose control and destroy what was left of his soul.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been the hunted. Normally, he was the hunter but, he assumed it was because he broke in and taken the wrist cuffs. Why it was Micah and not the guards escaped him but this was personal now. They both knew these woods, knew what trees to avoid and where to step along the cliffs but this was the one time where safety was nowhere near as important as survival. Zak’s foot slammed against the weak cliff and he rolled down the rough cliff face. His claws dug into the rock, forcing him to a stop halfway down. He made the mistake of looking down, to see just how much farther he had before the ice cold water.
Fuck…
Zak pressed himself closer to the wall as his sensitive ears picked up her footsteps in the soft snow. His eyes scanned the cliff, looking for a cave or something to either hide himself or the cuffs. They finally spotted a small hole in the cliff face barely big enough for the cuffs. He pulled them off his shoulder and dropped down about four more feet to the cave, shoving them into the small cave. Just as he was reaching his starting point, Micah’s arrow shot past him. Zak looked back up and snarled; Micah sat on a tree root, another arrow already pulled back and aimed at his throat.
Where are they, Zak?!
Go to hell!
Micah snarled, letting the arrow go and already pulling back another when the first embedded itself in Zak’s shoulder, forcing him to let go of the cliff and fall back towards the water. She let go of the other arrow and smirked as it shot into his chest, embedding into his heart. Micah jumped along the cliff face, landing softly on the river bank. She could see his form at the bottom of the river, pinned by the arrow and still as stone. She figured that the cuffs were long gone, taken away by the rushing river.
Damn it, Zak…
Micah stared at the figure of her brother and sighed before climbing up the cliff face and walking back towards the house. At lease it would take the alien some time to find the fallen vampire.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been the hunted. Normally, he was the hunter but, he assumed it was because he broke in and taken the wrist cuffs. Why it was Micah and not the guards escaped him but this was personal now. They both knew these woods, knew what trees to avoid and where to step along the cliffs but this was the one time where safety was nowhere near as important as survival. Zak’s foot slammed against the weak cliff and he rolled down the rough cliff face. His claws dug into the rock, forcing him to a stop halfway down. He made the mistake of looking down, to see just how much farther he had before the ice cold water.
Fuck…
Zak pressed himself closer to the wall as his sensitive ears picked up her footsteps in the soft snow. His eyes scanned the cliff, looking for a cave or something to either hide himself or the cuffs. They finally spotted a small hole in the cliff face barely big enough for the cuffs. He pulled them off his shoulder and dropped down about four more feet to the cave, shoving them into the small cave. Just as he was reaching his starting point, Micah’s arrow shot past him. Zak looked back up and snarled; Micah sat on a tree root, another arrow already pulled back and aimed at his throat.
Where are they, Zak?!
Go to hell!
Micah snarled, letting the arrow go and already pulling back another when the first embedded itself in Zak’s shoulder, forcing him to let go of the cliff and fall back towards the water. She let go of the other arrow and smirked as it shot into his chest, embedding into his heart. Micah jumped along the cliff face, landing softly on the river bank. She could see his form at the bottom of the river, pinned by the arrow and still as stone. She figured that the cuffs were long gone, taken away by the rushing river.
Damn it, Zak…
Micah stared at the figure of her brother and sighed before climbing up the cliff face and walking back towards the house. At lease it would take the alien some time to find the fallen vampire.