Chapter 14: The Hunters

Currently there was no functioning big industry or any big companies in ‘Old Town’. But during the Second World War, the town had many industrial storage units serving as armories under the USSR’s influence.

There was also a small section of people who had greatly profited from the wars.

Two heavy trucks and four big XUV cars stopped at an unused out-of-town storage facility. Nine men came out of it, all of them dressed in tuxedos, all of them six feet or taller. Their walking was synchronized with each other; all of them were wearing black sunglasses.

“Karim, don’t you think we should wait for our boss’s arrival before doing anything?” a Caucasian man asked, to the one who appeared to be the leader of the group.

“Nah, we are nine highly-trained men. Don’t you think we can take down two witches?”

“Yes, but the Boss has been hunting for them for the last five years and has lost more than 28 men trying to kill them.”

“Yes, but they were just brats out of the school, not experienced like us. We have been fighting these creatures for years and killed beings far more powerful than those witches. No need to wait for him. We’ll just track them down and capture them alive so the Boss can kill them when he gets here.”

“Are you sure about it?”

“Yes. Boys, remember the plan, and don’t kill them. That’s something the boss wants to do ‘personally’.”

Within the next few minutes, all the vehicles were driven inside the huge storage facility.

It was after noon when Erik came back from college, and he still wasn’t sure what to do about the demoness.

He never had the rebellious phase that normal teenagers had; except for some of the things he did with his friend Henry, his life was as normal as it could be.

He wasn’t disappointed to find his house empty. In fact, it wasn’t like he would miss her if she never came back. Though the blowjob was great, he knew it wasn’t such a great idea to house a demon. Even as a servant--from her appearance, she only had two horns and a tail--he would have believed she was a weak demon like she was telling him, but the memory of her throwing him like a rag doll was really pushing the definition of ‘weak’!

Without wasting much time, he put his bag on the dining table and brought out ‘The Book’. His friend had been doing crazy stuff for the past two years, but he himself never believed in supernatural beings. Now that he had been beaten by one, and had then received one of the best blowjobs ever from the same woman, there was reason enough for him to believe in it.

He opened the book; there was an index after a blank page. There were names of various creatures, some of them which he’d never heard about. He skimmed through the pages: Glom, Troll, Fae, Vampire, Werewolf, Witch and so on.

He immediately went to the page on werewolves and started to read. There wasn’t much; there were just two pages dedicated to the subject, and nothing new. All that was there he had already read on the internet.

It said there were three known methods for creating a Werewolf: one, the person could be born from a werewolf parent; two, he or she could be bitten by one; and third, a person could be cursed by a powerful entity with a werewolf curse.

‘I don’t know why Henry bought this book. There’s way more information on any of these creatures on the ‘Net. It’s like he’s obsessed with collecting books on this supernatural thing!’

There was mention of many ways to see whether a person was a werewolf or not. After skimming the information, there was one method that he could use to confirm whether he himself was bitten by a werewolf or not--turning into a werewolf on the night of thefull moon. One thing was common in all sources was that a werewolf will turn into wolf, or maybe a beast kind-of-hybrid like they show in those cheesy movies, on full moon night.

‘Which is tomorrow. A basic method for me to confirm whether the wolf that bit me was a werewolf or not.’

‘Now that I think about it, what are the odds that a random werewolf came roaming into the forest close to my house on a stormy night and bit my hand instead of my throat? That is too much randomness and coincidence in one scene. It really is a cheesy script for werewolf and vampire movies.’

‘At least there are no vampires in my story!’

He took a sharp breath after speaking his mind out loud.

‘I hope I didn’t jinx it!’

He wanted to read the book further but he heard someone entering the house. It was that demoness, in all her naked glory, with her tail and horns visible.

‘Now that I think about it, they look different; they appear to have a yellowish tint to them that wasn’t there when I first saw her last night.’

“Master, I am sorry. I was looking around in the forest for a good prey so I could cook it up for you.”

She was holding a dead hare; it was white as snow and there was no blood stain on it. It was like it had been killed without inflicting any wound on its body. It had been five years since he had seen any hares in the forest due to wolves overpopulation; he thought they’d gone extinct in the forest.

His phone’s notification broke his chain of thought. It was Alice.

“Look, I am going out tonight, so I won’t be eating here, and it would be great if you would wear something. Also don’t go roaming around, because it would be troublesome if anyone saw you.”

“Of course, Master.”

She magically created a dress on her body; it was pale grey in color with a yellowish flower pattern decorating it. It looked different from normal fashion but something was better than nothing.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, it is ok. You don’t need to follow me around. You can stay here and do whatever your kind does while I am gone.”

“Okay, Master, I won’t trouble you.”

There was a honking sound which broke their conversation. He immediately looked out the front door to see Alice’s car was there. She got out of her car and walked toward him.

He could smell her scent which, again, was of soil, instead of flowers. Also, she had a different perfume today. She was wearing a blue skirt even smaller than what she wore on their first date.

He didn’t even get a chance to compliment her before she pulled him closer and gave him an intense kiss. He was surprised, not just because of her behavior and her different scent, but because how his body wasn’t reacting to her. The whole day she had given him many kisses but his body hasn’t reacted even a single time, except for his ever-hard cock.