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know how to, then I’ll be stuck as a wolf.
    With everything I need ready, I begin the hunt.
     
     
    After I've buried all the little bunnies I just killed, I clean the draining tube and spade with wet wipes, then spruce up myself the same way.
    Packing the rucksack, I deposit the mud and bloodstained wipes into the front pocket to dispose of at home. I don’t want to leave any evidence lying around, and I couldn’t litter here anyway, it’s too beautiful a place. I pull the zip closed and stand from the crouched position.
    I feel it.
    The hairs on the back of my neck prickle, every sense going on high alert.
    There’s someone, or something here. I stretch my senses out as far as I can. I hear him. He’s light on his feet and is moving toward me – quickly.
    A vampire.
    Oh God. I’ve never encountered a vampire before. They hate my kind and will hate me even more. Or be curious. Either way it’s not good. I need to get out of here, now .
    If I know he’s here, then he definitely knows I am.
    Slinging the backpack on I sprint through the trees, with one direction in mind. The road. I need to get into population, then get myself the hell out of this town.
    How did I not know there was a vampire living here?
    This is bad.
    Vampires don’t know I exist. Well they do now. So not only will I have the Originals after me, also vampires.
    Fuck.
    Why do things have to go from bad to ridiculously worse?
    Weaving through the trees I jump lithely over fallen bracken. My backpack is bangi I ng heavily against my back. I could do without it but it has everything I need to get me out of here, and quick, so there’s no way I can ditch it.
    I’m listening hard. I can hear him moving but can’t pinpoint his exact location.
    Keep moving, Alex. Just keep moving.
    He jumps out from the thick stand of trees about thirty feet in front of me, skidding me to a halt. My heart whams into my ribcage.
    He’s not much bigger than me. Short dark hair and eyes to match. And he looks young. Twenty max. But I also know that even though he might look young and frail he’s probably way stronger and far older than I am.
    He raises an eyebrow.
    “Now this is interesting,” he says, in a European accent, maybe German, I’m not sure. He tilts his head. “I thought my senses were off for a moment back there. But looky here, I’ve got myself a lady Vârcolac.”
    I can’t speak, I’m crippled with fear.
    “What to do,” he muses, tapping a finger against his lips. “Do I kill you myself ... or do I have a little fun with you first, then take you to Elijah? I’m sure he’d be very interested to meet you.”
    I inch a step backwards.
    He raises an eyebrow.
    “Y-you take me.” My voice stammers. I try to garner control. “And the Originals will come after you – Matthias and Isaiah,” I add their names on hoping it will make some difference.
    Okay, it’s bullshit, they have no clue where I am – with very good reason. But it’s the only card I’ve got to play.
    He folds his arms across his chest and narrows his gaze.
    “Don’t lie to me little girl. If Isaiah or Matthias had their hold on you they would not for one second let you out of their sight, let alone running around the forest late at night hunting animals. And if I didn’t already know that fact, then it would have been the speed up in rate of that pretty little heart of yours. If you’re going to lie honey, lie better. Get control of those human emotions you’re so desperately and pathetically clinging to.”
    I see realisation flicker across his eyes. “Do they know of your existence?”
    “Yes.” Well I couldn’t exactly say no. And I have a feeling either way I answered wouldn’t work out well for me anyhow.
    Loosening his arms, he scratches his cheek. “So I have something that Isaiah and Matthias want.”
    This seems to please and excite him. Me, not so much.
    “This is going to be so much more fun than I first anticipated,” he says.
    I need my blade.