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Chapter 3

I smiled tightly at the rising moon, pulling my leather jacket on. Everyone had warned me not to go out tonight but I had to. It was time to find Drake before he found me.

I got onto Lyric's bike, a loan for the night. I jerked on the throttle and listened to it snarl beneath me. The sound was music to my ears. There were no stars out tonight. It's as if they didn't want to be painted red with the hunt they knew would ensue. 

My eyes scanned the road as I went, heading towards the outskirts of town. Drake's mansion was up on a cliff ten miles out of town so he could watch the city burn. I detested the place but now was not a time to be picky. If he was back he'd be a creature of habit. 

I hummed to myself as I went, amused by my morbid thoughts. I debated on how I wanted to kill him. My gun or my sword, either one was tempting. Beating him to death was also high up on there. Either way I chose, I had my plan. It was just a matter of opportunity.

I started down the driveway and saw the lights in the house were on. I could see someone pacing the living room through the front bay windows and held back a smile. 

I got off the bike and took a moment, constructing my face to look miserable and vulnerable. I walked slowly up the front steps, my gun hidden securely in the back of my jeans. The sickly sweet scent of vampires was on the wind and I knew I was at the right place. I slowly opened the door and called in, my voice high and innocent. "Drake? Are you here?" I let my voice crack at the end as if I was sobbing. I heard the pacing cease and continued into the main walkway. "Drake? The lights were on so I came in, I hope you don't mind." I fought back a smile and continued towards the living room. I froze as I saw who was in the living room.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my facade gone.

Lyric stared at me for a moment then shook himself. "I'm guessing the same thing you're here for. I thought you were going on a hunting trip?"

I pulled my gun out and held it up, looking around. "It seems you've found my hunting grounds." I raised an eyebrow and sighed. "Found anything?"

"Not a thing. everything looks as though it's just been set up but nobody's been here for weeks." 

"You search upstairs yet?" 

"Not yet."

"I got it, you keep an eye out." I turned towards the stairs, my gun low. I slunk up the stairs slowly, knowing there was only two rooms upstairs. The bedroom and the bathroom. 

I scoured the bathroom and found nothing. I took a deep breath outside of the bedroom door, bracing myself as I pushed open the door.

Everything was covered in white sheets, saving me the pain of reliving each memory of each piece of furniture. That also made the job of looking around easier. Nothing.

"Nothing up here," I called out. I slammed my fist into the wall, plaster and paint chips flying out in a puff of dust. 

I started back down the stairs and out the front door where Lyric was waiting. "So much for habit." I muttered to myself.

"So now what?" He asked.

I bit my lip, thinking. "He's not here, so that means he must be in town. I'm gonna do some recon, talk to some people. For now the hunt is on hold."

Lyric nodded, his face pained. He knew how much this meant to me. "Well, let's head back to town." 

"You're welcome to crash at my place if you'd like," I yelled, walking towards the bike. "Just be careful of the dog."

"Dog?" 

I smirked. "A dog of sorts." I turned my head and winked at him. "Just keep up, cowboy. Don't wanna get lost."