There were six of them, huddled around a little table, whispering amongst each other. I could smell werewolf blood, but I knew that all six of those in there were vampires, a bad sign. I slipped in through the window, sticking to the darker parts of the room, circling around them. One of them looked up, noticing the curtains swaying in the wind. I had to opened the window to get in, but never closed it. On purpose, of course. Because after staring at it for a minute, the vampire moved around the table and slowly approached it. The other five watched carefully, their eyes flooded with blood, their skin pale with streaks of blue and yellow. It was the gold veins that I spotted sprouting on their necks that made me slightly worried. Not for my life, but for the lives of many others.

“Seems a Hunter tried passing through,” the one at the window said, baring its teeth, “how did we not notice?”

“How many?” Another asked, approaching the window as well.

“Maybe two?”

“They might’ve went to get reinforcements.”

“Fools don’t stand a chance against us.”

“Even then,” a third joined, “we should leave.”

“And miss out on a feast!?” The first exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air, “let them come.”

“As you wish,” I spoke this time, stepping out of the shadows from the corner of the room, furthest from the window. The vampires closest to me seemed worried, and they had every right to be. They were supposed to have gained werewolves’ abilities of smell, speed, strength, and hearing. And yet I, who they assumed to be human, managed to sneak past them and into their room.

The vampire who first noticed the window grinned, baring golden teeth, “fool. You were sloppy.”

I smiled under my mask, “no, you were ignorant. Think about it,” I spread my arms out, gesturing to the room, “there’s only two ways out of this room. Through the door,” I gestured behind me, “or through the window. Now, the door is no longer accessible, but I had come through the window. Does it make you wonder, what would happen if you left through either or?”

Everyone seemed wary, save for that first vampire, who continued to grin, “yet it seems, little Hunter, you don’t quite understand what we are.”

I laughed lowly, “it seems, little vampire, you don’t quite understand who I am. Please, I’m allowing you to leave. After all, it’s only me here.”

The first vampire glared, glancing over at the second one and nodding towards the window. The second vampire looked over at me, and back at the window. Taking only a moment to hesitate, he dove through the medium opening, and was carried away by the wind, in a million little gold flakes.

Fear began to cloud the room, moments ago the vampires believing they were invincible, and now they’ve begun to doubt their own powers. Even the first vampire, seemingly their leader, seemed astonished at the fact one of them turned to dust after simply diving through a window.

“Now,” I began, “seeing that the window is... no longer an exit, would you like to try the door?” I had been walking backwards, and leaned against the door as I asked them to try it. All at once, save for their leader, they lunged at me. Rather than stepping away, I pulled out two long knives, and prepared myself to fight. I didn’t trap the door like I did the window, it was just me against them.

One attempted to tackle me to the ground, and I ended his life by driving my knife down to the hilt into the base of his neck, causing him to fade into the same golden dust. The second did manage to bring me to the ground, knocking one of my knives out of my hands, and kicking it a few feet away. I used my second knife to take his head off, though by the time I was done with that, the other two had me pinned. I didn’t fight them, seeing the leader slowly approaching me with a grin and a look of success in his eyes.

“You aren’t a smart one are you? Coming alone. Thinking you could take on gods because of some little toy you found.” The vampire loomed over me, his grin showing his golden fangs, his eyes completely red, “anything you would like to say before we kill you?”

I gave him a look of amusement, “yeah, bite me.”

“As you wish,” he motioned for the two of his subordinates to do as I had asked, and they peeled away at my gloves to reveal the skin on my wrist, sinking their fangs into the closest vein they saw. I watched their leader turn away from me, so I gently shook off the two other vampires and stood, picking up my knife, and didn’t bother to watch them fade into dust as well.

I readjusted my gloves and sheathed one of my knives, “now the final debate,” the last vampire turned around in shock, “shall I kill you with a knife, or my bare hands?”

“You-”

I loudly sheathed my knife, locking my eyes with him, “bare hands it is.”

I could see in his eyes the attempt to run, but there was no where to go. I lunged at him, landing a solid blow to his nose, hearing it snap. He stumbled backwards, “how?”

“A magician never tells his secrets,” I sang, grabbing his arm and pulling him to me, “and a hunter leaves no survivors.” I grabbed him by his throat while he tried to slash at me, struggling. I knew suffocating him wasn’t going to kill him, but I knew he was dead after I tore open his chest and threw his heart on the table. It was dripping in the dark red blood that reeked of a werewolf, small traces of good spewing out of it. So he was a enhanced one. Immortal my ass.

I left threw the window, I had no need to go through the house now that I could send someone else to do it, and began my return home. Which did mean passing some werewolf territory, but I wasn’t too worried. If they decided to track what exactly I had killed, they would be thankful. Especially since they wouldn’t have been able to kill it themselves.

I could smell the growing scent of wolves nearing, and it only grew stronger as I went deeper into their territory. At some point a few began to follow, but I paid them no attention. There was a stream I had to cross, and took some time to wash the blood off from my gloves. It was at this time one of the werewolves shifted and approached me, “what are you doing here?”

I didn’t bother to reply, I don’t often talk to those who I don’t kill. Instead I pointed to the direction I had came, and hopped across the stream.

“Hey!” He yelled, “get back here!” I continued walking, obviously in no hurry. This time, he got physical. He grabbed my arm, probably believing that he would be able to overpower me simply because of my size, only to learn that he was wrong. I flipped him over my shoulder, quickly maneuvered to have a knee on his chest and a knife to his throat, and kept a careful eye on the rest that began to circle me.

“By attacking me,” the man underneath me said, “you’re declaring war.”

I rolled my eyes, “says the one who attacked first. You should be thanking me.”

“Over my dead body!”

“You shouldn’t say things like that while in this position,” I winked at him, “because I can easily arrange that if you want.”

“Let him go,” a girl snarled, leaping forward only to stop as I put more weight on my knee.

“Ah,” I looked down at the man, “your mate?”

“Don’t you dare touch her!” He yelled, going to move, only to stop at the knife at his throat.

“Oh, shut up,” I sighed, “none of you have done anything that would put you on the radar. Lucky for you,” I stood up and sheathed my knife, “I’m not an official member of any Hunter’s guild. Which means I’m not going to put your pack on a blacklist for attacking me.”

“Yeah? If that’s the case, what’s stopping us from killing you?” Someone from their circle piped in, and I wished they could see my smile.

“Good question. Perhaps because I don’t follow the rules, and could kill you anyway. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been single-handedly responsible for the fall of entire packs. Or, it may be because of the things I just killed minutes before this encounter, whose blood I washed into a stream. Whose blood is said to be impossible to shed.” They stood, parting as I exited their circle, all hesitant to follow. I could hear the whispers of their voices, all talking about the findings in the lone cabin I had come from. I smiled once more under my mask, knowing that they were unaware of my presence in their little “link.”

I left their territory, entering my own. As I continued on, I knew that any who even attempted to follow would immediately get turned around, due to the strength of the spells I have around my little home. It was merely a shack with a cot on the back, shelves on one side, and a little table on the other. I didn’t need much, and because they’re so small, they’re easy to conceal with magic. Currently, I have ten hidden shacks all over the world, each containing generally the same items, but all having the same layout.

I went inside and removed my mask and pushed back my hood, breathing in the fresh smell of herbs. I changed out of my Hunter’s suit in favor of a large, long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants. I used my hand to comb out my long, black hair, tying it up in a makeshift bun, going over to the mirror and removing my brown contacts. I blinked a few times, my eyes feeling free once again. Since my hair was pulled back, the markings on my skin were easily seen, the blue and purple lines stopping before they met my jaw and wrists. I sighed, moving over to the little table and pulling some tried herbs from their jars, putting them in a small bowl and mixing them together.

I went outside, only having a single knife. Not for killing, but for cutting. I checked the traps I had laid out, only two bearing food. I gathered the two rabbits, and picked a few berries, and brought them back. I gutted and skinned the rabbits, bringing the meat inside and smothering them in herbs. I let them sit in a small, shallow bowl of water, and went outside to build a small fire. I spent a while making a good sized meal, yielding a rabbit stew. I ate my fill, saving the rest for dinner when night came around.

I found myself on the roof of my little shack, lying on my back and looking up at the sky. I felt a sense of longing, but knew better than to let it free. There was nothing I could do, other than move past what had happened.

A humming noise overhead caught my attention, and I watched as a helicopter flew past, knowing they didn’t see a thing. I was in a bubble of fabricated time and space, no one but me able to enter. With a sigh, I figured it would be best to go and visit the place I would be staying at, as much as I didn’t want to.

I threw a scarf around my neck so that none of my markings would be seen, put my brown contacts back in, and began making my way towards the city. It was a ways away, but I didn’t mind the walk. It wasn’t a very large city, more of a urban area with a few towns surrounding it, and eventually some heavily forested areas. It was nice for me because a lot of activity among the supernaturals happens in the towns, and occasionally the cities or forests.