What I wanted to know was why humans thought they were better than us supernaturals that they thought it was ok to kill us. It would be so simple for me to turn around now and kill every single villager, but I chose to keep that dark part of my heart locked away because I didn't want to become a monster. Even I had standards.
I didn't like being a human while we were running because they are so in comparison to everything else. But, I couldn't morph to vampire because of their great hearing. If I heard what those villagers were saying about me, I would definitely turn around and attack.
Sighing, I changed into the fastest human I knew of and sped up. I wanted to get out of this place so that I could keep drifting from place to place and go on with my life. I didn't like running. I would rather stay and kill, but I had way too much blood on my hands the way it was.
"So, where are you taking us?" Phyllis asked Cujo and Deichi.
I awaited an answer as a bullet cut through my arm and lodged itself into the tree a few feet in front of me. I whipped around, clutching the wound in my arm that was bleeding profusely. There were hunters among the lowly humans. Hunters that knew how to kill supernaturals. I changed into fallen angel I had encountered, stopped, and listened.
The others stopped as well. The blood wasn't stopping. He used a high powered gun that ripped through an artery. This guy was good. I could sense him a few yards away, hiding in some brush. He was aiming right at my heart. But, if I moved, Cujo would get hit behind me.
I made a small movement backwards, and the hunter shot. I was able to gracefully do a backwards flip and pull Cujo down beside me, to prevent him from getting shot. I flapped my feathery wings as I was prepared to go fight him.
"It's a hunter, a very experienced hunter. The villagers have given up, but there are three hunters in the vicinity. Two are still looking for us, they have not yet heard the noise. This one is good. The better of the three, I think," I informed the group.
I shot up into the nearest tree and flew down upon the hunter. He was good, but I was better. I had snuck up behind him. He got a shot out, but I was able to sever his arm before slicing off his head with my bare hands. I grabbed the gun and disassembled it.
I had been shot in the shoulder of the same arm. If he had hit me an inch lower, I would be dead. I changed into a vampire, but even this ones healing abilities were slow to do the deed.
I meandered back to the group, pushing through. The other hunters were mine. I needed to release some pent up anger, and these guys would be the perfect victims.
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