Bonded

This was bad. This was very bad.

I shoved my gun into it’s holster, running over to the boy, who was gasping and clutching at his stomach, harsh shudders wracking his body.

I could tell he was human by the fact that my senses weren’t going wild at the moment, like they had been when I had killed Uriel. Maybe that was the reason I didn’t see what he was.

Every Hunter is born with a sense, allowing us to detect vampires, werewolves and the like, and is passed down from parent to child.

I don’t know that much about it, except that you can’t tell if you’re a true born Hunter until a few years after your born, when you show that you have the Sense. Some people get it later than others, or don’t at all, and it’s passed down to the next generation.

I didn’t even know that I was going to become one until about four years ago, when I was seventeen, which was a little later than everyone else, since it usually shows up in someone between ages ten and fifteen. Apparently I was just a late bloomer. Even so, I’ve been training my whole life, whether I had the sense or not.

Which brings me back to the boy. I managed to turn him over, to lay on his back, checking his wound. The bullet seemed to be lodged in the middle of his stomach.

I knew I couldn’t leave it in there, because it had special symbols specific to killing vampires on it, and I couldn’t risk it being found by regular humans.

And so, I set about removing it. I knew that I shouldn’t even be trying to remove the bullet, because it could kill him, but like I said, I couldn’t leave it in there.

I leaned over the boy, work almost finished, when he gave a harsh cough, and I felt something warm and wet touch my lips, though I ignored it.

When the bullet was out, I reached for a roll of bandages that I always kept with me, and began to wrap his stomach. He groaned in pain, and I felt a pang of guilt. Well, more than I was feeling already, which was quite a lot. I tried to sooth him with soft words, but he continued to whimper.

I was going to have to take him to the hospital in Brighton. It’s not like I could get the ambulances to come here, especially with all this mess.

I picked the boy up in my arms, surprised by how light he was. I started walked quickly, though not enough to jolt him too much, out of the cathedral. Then I took a look at him.

He seemed even younger than when I saw him in the doorway, when I shot him. His short, unruly hair was an unnaturally deep red, like blood and most likely dyed. His skin was pale, and he looked almost malnourished, maybe from being cooped up in the dark all the time or not getting all the nutrients he needed. Probably both. Might even be the fact that I just shot him.

I wasn’t all too sure how tall he was, since I was carrying him, and he was huddled up, his head resting on my shoulder where I could feel his breath coming in sharp pants on my neck. His slender fingers clutching at my shirt.

He wore a hoodie and baggie jeans, so I couldn’t tell to much about his figure, except that he was very skinny.

I stopped analyzing him when I heard a whimper again, and I quickened my pace just a little more. I hadn’t even made it out of the cathedral yet.

Licking my lips, I realized that there was blood on them, which confused me for a second until I realized it was the boy’s, when he coughed it up. That’s kind of really disgusting.

Hearing a groan, I noticed the boy trying to moving. He managed to sling an arm around my neck, the one opposite the shoulder his head was on, and tried pulling himself.

I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it seemed like he was trying to snuggle up to my neck, and he had stopped whimpering.

I realized I had slowed down while trying to figure out what he was trying to do, so I sped up again, only to stop dead in my tracks when I felt his nose moving up and down my neck, almost like he was smelling me.

I jotted it down to delusion because of the wound, and tried getting out of the cathedral when he licked me.

“What the fuck, kid!” I couldn’t help blurting out, and I felt him shudder.

Suddenly, I felt two sharp tips puncturing my neck and I yelled out as something shoved it’s way in. I went to my knees, still holding onto the boy as I felt him sucking at my neck, taking my blood. I didn’t have time to think as everything started going black before I fell totally unconscious.

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Don’t worry, I plan on making my chapters longer.