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A Confession Of Sorts.

I rubbed my hand over the nape of my neck; my forehead scrunched into a frown. "You're only just fucking tell me this now?!" I'd held back on telling him that I'd found a headless corpse, but the cops had been on their way, and that's why I'd disappeared, that was no reason for him to hold out on me! "Look, I do this as a courtesy to you Kade! Besides I've been calling that damn phone of yours for two fucking days!" Misael was pissed it was the only time he called me Kade. He could have been calling for the two days as he stated, but, I'd been so out of it with the demon venom searing through my veins, I wouldn't have known if God himself had called or visited me for that matter. He leant back in the chair, his long limbs stretching out into the footwell of the car even further, his head shook and then leant back on the headrest. "It's been fucking bedlam, Kade! We're used to maybe a murder everyone now and again. The usual fights on a Saturday night after the bars kick out, even some of your fucking freaky stuff, but...." Misael closed his eyes; his hand lifted to rub over his face. "I saw one of the bodies, I.," I confessed. Misael sat bolt upright his eyebrows raised. "You went to a fucking crime scene?" "I heard it over the radio; I didn't have time to have a proper look, your guys turned the fuck up, I got out of there as quick as I could," I explained flippantly and shrugged it off. "Do you know the name of the man they found?" I enquired. "You're a fucking asshole Kade. You could have fucking said!" He sighed. "His name is Stuart Layhem works in the building across the road from where he was found." He lifted his hips and shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. "His address." He handed the crumpled paper over. "I don't know if you'll find anything but..." "It's a start." Finishing the sentence for him. Misael reached for the door handle; he paused, staring out the window into the darkened car park, then he turned to me. "Be careful out there Kade; this situation is off." A smirk grew across my face. "Even the devil himself would fall in love with this face." Misael shook his head and threw open the car door. "Just a shame if he realises what a shit shag you are." He hit the roof of the car and slammed the door; I heard his laughter as he walked away. "Wanker, you've never complained!" I shouted through my open window. I hit a button, and the GPS fired up, I quickly input the address Misael had given me. The dear departed Stuart didn't live that far away, so it wouldn't take me long to get there. I didn't concentrate on the drive, just followed the woman voice on the GPS as my brain mulled over the conversation I'd had with Misael. Hitting the breaks I looked around when the posh woman from the GPS said 'You've arrived at your destination'. The houses were run down, the brickwork darkened by age and the paint on the windows worn and peeling. I stepped from the car and slamming the door behind me, the thing I noticed as I started to walk, some of the houses had small window boxes, the grass strips near the kerbside neatly trimmed, some people had pride regardless of the homes rundown facade. I lifted my hand to the dusted encrusted door, no doorbell insight,  so I knocked, paint flakes fell off the wood as though it had finally had enough and expelled it the first chance it had. No reply came after a few minutes, perhaps he lived alone, I knocked again just encase, the neighbour's dog began to bark so quickly I tried the door, locked. Of course, it was. I wasn't above breaking and entering into anywhere, but right now, I didn't want to be noticed too much. There would have been police crawling all over here for the last couple of days, the house had been lifted from 'crime scene status' as there was no police tape left. I wasn't looking for anything they would be anyway. Fucking hell, there had to be a link somewhere, and why now? Some bastard had to have some answers!

TBC

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A Meeting Of Minds.

A few days had passed since my clash with the demon. After I'd woken from whatever toxin had been running rampant through my bloodstream, I'd gotten myself back to my room and stayed there. My body had rejected the toxins by expelling it from every orifice I owned. Motherfucker. One of the perks of my hunter status, I could practically heal from anything, eventually, thank fuck. It was a phone call that had me lured me out; it had piqued my interest. The call had come from someone I knew well, Misael Peterson. Misael had mentioned headless corpses, he had no clue I'd already come across one the other night, but the chances were he knew I knew about it, he was probably guessing I knew more than him, hence the phone call. I laughed to myself at the thought. The club I stood in I knew well, we had met here numerous times, we could drink, but more importantly, our conversations could go unnoticed lost in a swirl of loud music and people more interested in finding their next fuck buddy. Standing with my beer, I scanned the room, my eyes falling on the male sauntering towards me. I gave a small shake of my head as I tipped my bottle and took another swig. "Kaden." The smell of dark spices from his cologne swirled around me as he reached over for the spare bottle of beer on the bar. "Shall we?" He waved the butt end of the bottle to a corner of the club. Misael stopped at the tall table placing his bottle down, he crossed his arms, looking out over the club with a bored expression, then he spoke. "We're investigating the murder of a headless corpse." "How can I help?" Misael turned and stared at me, those eyes of brown chocolate, had a hint of amusement in them. "You can answer some questions I have." His voice was smooth and creamy as he spoke. "What makes you think I have answers?" A smile tugged at my lips. Misael's stare hadn't moved from me and one of his eyebrows arched. "Because you know all the fucking weird shit that goes on." Was Misaels reply. "We could go somewhere else." A mixture of a question and a statement. "My car is outside." I gave a shrug to show it didn't matter to me. He nodded his head once in reply, and I wondered if I should have just met him on a street corner somewhere instead of here, at least I'd gotten a drink while I had waited here. Misaels fingers touched my spine, lightly guiding me to the door if any onlookers saw it would look as though we just hooked up.

The sounds of the club shut off as we closed the door behind us. Misael still hadn't removed his fingers from my spine; I could feel the heat from them down to my feet; I was a little glad when we reached my car. We both climbed in; I opened the window a little so the windows wouldn't steam up, a rumble in my chest had Misael looking at me with amusement. "What do you want to know Misael?"I asked flippantly,  getting straight down to business and trying my best to ignore that beautiful smile on his face. He didn't answer me immediately; instead, he sat there considering something to himself. After a few minutes. I interrupted his thoughts and raised my eyebrows."Why would you think any of this interested me, there have been beheadings before?" "Because this wasn't a fucking normal beheading." He held up his hand to stop me from speaking, his brown eyes now glaring. "Neither was it a hit, a drug robbery went wrong. Any of the things you're going to try and think of in that head of yours." He removed his glare and flashed me a smile. "You could be right." I gave him a playful smile. "Well..." He leant forward slightly as he spoke, tension ran through my body. "You're correct." I refused to say more. "I can tell you something else Kaden, this wasn't the first beheading we've been called out." He sat back with a stern look on his face. "What do you mean, not the first?"

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Feeding Time At Demon Zoo.

The freshly dead body cleaned the floors of the corridors as I dragged him through the passageways to the room I kept the demon. The touchpad flared to life again with the touch of my palm, the lead door opening to let me reenter. Throwing the body down into the corner as the light flickered to life, the demon fought its chains being able to smell the body, which was surprising as this room smelled wretched. The beast's skin lay rotting in a heap on the floor; he was now all sinew and muscle that was beginning to disintegrate. I'd enjoyed, perhaps a bit too much, removing its skin bit by bit, it had made noises as I'd peeled away the thick, rough, scarred skin, but I wasn't sure if the sounds were pain or ones of happiness. The demon had revealed its razor-sharp teeth enough times I was erring on the side of enjoyment. I walked over to the demon; my fist hit the beast in the face, it's teething biting at me as it chattered, its arms and legs pulling at the chains to reach me. My foot collided with its ribs, I heard the crack and revelled in the noise it made. I turned to the table, filled with delightful things to annoy, persuade and hurt the demon. Until now nothing had worked, I wasn't sure if it could understand me if it could talk, but I was having fun trying to make it. The blow torch flared to life when I lit it, the eyes of the demon watched the flame; I was sure it was a hint of excitement I saw in them. I lay the fire on the stomach of the beast, the smell of burning muscle filled the air,  in a strange twist my stomach growled.

"You want to be out of those chains?" Smirking at the guttural noises replying to me. The demon refrained from pulling on its chains and went deadly still, bending down I released the fortified chains that had been holding each leg, the devil again didn't move. I watched as the sinew and muscle quivered, stretching itself, an evil grin spread across my lips, its oval-shaped black eyes glared at me as it watched every move I made. I undid the arm holds, the chains clink echoing around the room as it hit the floor. The demon stretched out its arms, but as I took a step back, it leapt, its lips rising over its razor-sharp teeth in a vicious snarl. His pointed talons slashing at me, I backed away, the first wave of slashes missing me, he quickly brought his arm back around, his long nails clawing at my arm, blood instantly appeared on the top of my skin from the gashes. His spring was impressive before I could move further the demon was atop of me, those razor-sharp teeth attaching themselves deep into my shoulder, I heard the deep bellow of myself echo around the room. Blood spilt from dripping down my torso as the demon shook his head like a rabid dog. Fucking hell why didn't I grab a bastard weapon before I released him. I kicked out furiously, my foot connecting with his stomach the demon flew into the wall, its arms and legs flying wildly. Laying my hand onto the concrete floor, it slipped in the slick blood that had run down the gash to my hand, the top half of my body crashing back to meet the hardness with a humph. I caught the demon eyeing up the body in the corner; his concentration was quickly on me again. My tray of weapons was a mere few feet away; I threw myself to my feet, the floor was littered with the remnants of the demons meals, intestines, bones, human limbs he hadn't yet consumed but Ignored them, I reached for the tray as the demon landed on my back. The tray flew from the safety of its holding place the contents scattering across the floor; I reached out managing to grab a hook from the floor as I spun landing onto the floor as hard as I could to land on my back so the beast would slam into the floor. His grip loosened for a fraction of a second, but, that was enough I spun around and brought my arm down, the hook grasping at some muscle, I pulled as I stood up. The growls and shrieks expelling from the demon hurt my ears, though the glow in his eyes told me he was enjoying this little foray. I had to get him back to the chains; otherwise, we would fight to the death. My shoulder ached as I pulled the hook dragging the demon with me, his arms reaching out, his feet not able to get a grip on the concrete floor, my arm was burning and throbbing where his talons had sunk into my skin. My shoulder still oozed blood. Motherfucker.  Reaching the wall the demon gave one last leap, his teeth digging into my calf, those talons now shredding my leg. I kicked the fucking thing into the wall, as it landed I didn't stop, its head bounced off the wall with each kick, that hissing and chattering still coming out of its mouth until finally, with my boot and the wall covered in blood and sinew the noises and slashing halted. Clicking the chains back into place while the damn fucker was still out cold, as I looked down at the chained heap a searing heat spread through my body. "You fucking arsehole." A wave of nausea rose from my stomach, and as I stumbled to the furthest wall, I realised the motherfucker had something on its talons and teeth, a toxin of some sort. My legs gave way as my strength left my body. "Just perfect, fucking perfect."

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A Guest Needed To Be Fed.

"That's right run you motherfucker!!" I yelled while bending over and placing my hands on my knees, the humid night not alleviating the pain in my lungs as I gasped for air. He'd run me a merry dance, the only reason I'd slowed? I was sure my ankle snapped on the last rooftop jump to the warehouse floor, giving a small wiggle of the joint confirmed it as a  pain shot up through my shin bone and down through my foot. I collapsed on the asphalt. My life wasn't supposed to be like this; I wasn't sure what it was supposed to be. I could have been a fighter pilot, a fireman, hell I could have been a door to door salesman. Instead, I sat here, removing my boot on the floor in a derelict warehouse. Fucking vampires. Training sucked, I fucking hated it, I'd vowed never to become this from the first day I found out what 'this curse' was. Stalking dark places to put an end to obscure things, it was a damn movie script, not a life. This had not been on my "List Of Things To Do Before You Reach 40.'

There are few milestones in a boy's life he isn't aware of until it happens. The first time you wake up with your dick rock hard, and the damn thing won't go down regardless of what you do. The first time you wake up with your dick cemented to the bed sheets and anything else within the crotch region. When you turn eighteen, your father hands you a gilded gold book, and a card with some words on that are in some language you've never seen, let alone spoken. The first two I'm not even going to get into, let me tell you if you've got a son for fuck sake explain it to him before it happens. Therapy is expensive. The third one just happened to be me; I was the lucky one. So my father told me.

The book. It's history. The history of Hunters, yes it says that on the front. Imaginative, I know. Imagine being an eighteen-year-old, not a very mature one at that. I still laughed when Grandma farted every Christmas, how was I supposed to know at the time that 'fart humour' wouldn't go away. I was told to read it. I thought the Bible was big, this far outweighed anything I'd seen before. Two years it had taken me to read every page, every handwritten note in the margins, even the neatly scribbled out parts which took some deciphering, I should have sent it off to those women who broke codes in the war. Here I was eighteen years later, sitting on my ass with a throbbing foot. Fuck. My. Life. My fist slammed into the ground with frustration; asphalt started to spray into the air as I continued. I wiggled my foot, gave a grunt, stopped pummelling the ground and slipped my foot back into the boot.

"Okay, you fucking asshole, I'm coming for you." I leapt to my feet, checked my guns, the sword that sat across my back swayed slightly as I took off into the night. The vampire hadn't tried to run too far, dumb fucking shit, wasn't like he needed to stop because he was out of breath. I dropped down from the balcony I'd been on; after I'd run along the rooftops. It was an easy way to get around and to stop from being seen by an average human. I released the baton I kept in my boot as I hit the floor, skimming his knuckles with the wood; in return, he gave me a sneer. The vampire adjusted his stance then blurred so quickly he seemed to disappear. I stood stock-still, listening carefully, I could hear his footsteps as he began circling me, silence replaced the steps, and as it did I dived out the way before his hand connected to any part of my body, twisting mid-air as I hit out with my foot. My foot came to a stop as I felt the vibration down my leg of the hit. The vampire stumbled and by doing so gave me the chance to bring the baton closer to him as I swung, he didn't let it phase him, his arm came up, and his fist hit my face. His foot followed and hit me in the ribs, I grunted as the whole inside of my body shook. I spat out the blood that had filled my mouth from the punch while adjusting my stance. I held the vampire's gaze as he bared his fangs, then dropped to my knees. I brought my hand up over my shoulder and pulled out the sword which sat there, as my knees hit the floor I brought the sword up, the blade sunk up to the hilt into the vampires groin, it wouldn't kill him, but it would slow him, as I quickly stood I brought the sword with me, splitting the vampire from crotch upwards. My arm removed the sword from his body, the vampire hissed at me, but I cut that short by bringing down the sword onto its neck, slicing through the skin and bone like butter. His head rolled across the ground as I caught my breath. Bruised but not too bad, nothing I knew wouldn't heal quickly I collected the head and threw it with the body, pulling a lighter from my pocket I set the fucking remains on fire and headed home.

I'd come across the empty nuclear bunker on one of my scouting missions; now it was my home, and it held everything dear to me. I needed to clean up, a change of clothes from my excursion and encounter with the vampire. So that's where I headed. The place was desolate, an empty field, nothing around for miles, I had no clue as to whom owned the bunker, so I'm guessing if there had been a nuclear war the stupid fuck wouldn't have made it here anyway. The baron walls, the labyrinth of tunnels, even the cold water, everything had become familiar quickly, also wandering around in the partially lit passageways had become second nature. The slap of my bare feet echoed around the concrete walls as I made my way from the bathroom to my bedroom, my ankle now perfectly healed, all bruises, cuts evaporated as though they didn't exist in the first place.

An urge pulled at me as I walked passed the table set in the corner of the room, my fingers reached out and touched the book that sat in pride of place, for a second I stood looking down at it, images running rampant through my mind. I allowed myself to relish in those images of carnage, horror and pain, inhaling a gasp as I felt the elation from the perpetrator of those images. I enjoyed the feelings of excitement; goosebumps ran wild over my body, a surge of sexual desire wrapped around me, my dick hardened, a moan fell from my mouth. I removed from fingers from the book, as quickly as the feelings had overcome me they ceased, with a glance I reached out again, but quickly pulled my fingers back, the emotions were becoming addictive. I couldn't recall when the words had started to affect me, but they had. The descriptions are written of what had been done, and I felt every one of them, the agony, the exhilaration, the rage, the stimulation of causing pain and the need to receive it, the claustrophobic feeling of being closed off.  

I grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled on a t-shirt, slipping my feet into my unlaced boots. I left my room. The corridor I took went on for miles; it's what made it the perfect place to my guest. My footsteps echoed in halls of silence; the massive six-foot thick lead door opened much more fluidly than you'd expect as I scanned my palm. The room I entered dark. As soon as I flicked the switch light shone down into the middle of the room, there hung on a cross,  was the remnants my first demon. He was still alive, just. The radio in the corner of the room exploded to life. I had police radios in every place I used. There was a body, I had to get there first.

"You'll have to wait." The demon looked at me with unfocusing, half-lidded eyes. As I left the room, the lights switched themselves off, and the door closed.

Over time I've come to accept what I am. I even have to admit that I get off hunting down the fucking things that hide in shadows and go bump in the night. That doesn't mean there still aren't times I wish I was in my bed wrapped up, warm and not on the streets at three am. Fucking bitterly cold winters nights are the worst. The street lights here were out, some clever little bastard taking potshots I guessed. The cloudless sky was allowing me to by moonlight; I'd take what I could get. At least I couldn't read all the graffiti on the walls. This area was mainly filled with filthy warehouses and factories, the odd house dotted here and there, how did people live here? Grunting at the mere thought. The freezing wind slapped me around the head as I rounded a corner, lifting the collar on my coat and slipping my hands in my pocket, as I stride towards my destination. I reached the back of one of the warehouses quick enough, the silhouette of a body coming into view. "Motherf..." My voice cut off as I came face to face with the body. Bending I took a closer look. A human male, late forties I guessed by his weathered features. His hands had been situated as though praying, and there was no blood on his clothes. The blood instead was making a vast pool near his neck; actually, it was pooling just where his head should be. Did I mention his head wasn't on his body? I stood and moved around his headless corpse. Again I stooped to my haunches scrutinising the skin on his neck; this wasn't a clean wound, some sort of serrated edge had been used. Before I could get any more information from the dead man, sirens screeched with accompanying blue lights coming into view. Standing up, I threw myself at the wall, scaling it to the top. As if I didn't have enough to deal with already. The dead body I'd left behind was an enigma; it wasn't a vampire that had removed that head. The only solace to the whole situation was that the head stayed placed next to the praying corpse, at least the cops would be able to identify the body and give his family some peace. I was still antsy when I got back to the bunker. My muscles twitched with energy, my whole system was still on overdrive, and there were only a few things that could sedate this feeling. Hunting was out as the police were everywhere, I'd already been to the gym three times today, that left one thing. I didn't shower or change before wandering the maze of tunnels in the bunker; I didn't need to. What was waiting for me in one of the rooms didn't care and neither did I. Standing before the door; a small grin curled on my lips, I closed my eyes, allowing the energy to run through my body, the adrenaline to pump into every muscle I had. Placing my palm on the touchpad on the wall, it flared to life, the sounds of the locking mechanism opening echoed down the desolate corridor.

"Kaden." The voice that greeted me a little shocked, giving away he wasn't prepared to see me. I gave just a nod in reply to my name. The male's eyes honed in on my face; I heard the small gulp as he swallowed and stood up.

The tanned skin of his wrist looked perfect inside the black wrist straps, his legs held open by the same devices too, all the straps connected to chains which gave him a little leeway to move, for now. Standing in front of the naked, chained male, the leather strips from the whip I had in my hand trailing on the floor beside me. My fingers tightened around the handle as my arm lifted, the sound of the whip hitting his skin heaven to my ears, new welts appeared with each lash, the muscular, tanned abs now zigged zagged with exquisite patterns of pain. The male's dick had hardened and was standing to attention; bringing the whip further down his torso to incorporate his hips, bringing his dick the attention it deserved with leather, his arms and legs now pulling against the straps that had him in place. Sweat was starting to roll down my back, my dick pressing against the confines of the jeans I wore. Yanking the shirt I wore over my head in one pull but refrained from removing anything else, the pain he was in didn't stop him looking at me salaciously. I dropped the whip to the floor, moving forward undoing the straps holding his hands in place, my fingers reached up grabbing his hair and as I did his legs gave way, he knelt in front of me, giving a small nod, he knew what to do. His welted arms reached up, my fingers still entangled in his hair, his shaking fingers undid my jeans, and as he did my dick sprung from them, his tongue sprang from his lips, licking at the head of my dick. His mouth formed a perfect 'o', and his cheeks indented as he sucked my full length into his mouth, the tip of my dick passed the back of his throat as his hands reached up to my ass, his fingers digging into my skin making my hip thrusts harder. My hand continued to pull his hair back and forth in rhythm with me, now and again I'd stop with my dick deep in his throat, enjoying the warmth of his throat and the gagging sound. I fell forward, one arm reaching out to the wall to which his legs were still chained. My hips bucked wildly and unhindered as my balls tightened, I could feel the throbbing of my dick against his sucked-in cheeks, my ab muscles tightened, my fingers dug into the brick as I shot my load down that sweet throat of his. He stayed on his knees, not removing my dick from his throat, his tongue licking me clean. My attention now refocused elsewhere as my hand reached up to just above where he'd been stood, I retrieved what I wanted. My fingers reached down and wrenched his hair, his head springing back, forcing him to look up at me, baring his neck, the smile I gave him had no warmth in it at all. I brought down the knife I had picked up, slicing across the soft skin, I slipped my dick out of his mouth before it closed, the gargling sound he made as he gasped for air arousing me again. Blood squirted from the slash covering me, and as my fingers released his hair, I took a step back, and his body fell to the floor with a thud. I had to feed the demon I kept somehow.