A Hunter's Story: Vampire Queen Serises

A/N: Sorry kids, but this story is not for younger viewers. For the older ones, this story is more so like a novel, so I will need a lot of corporation and patience! Thanks!

Chapter One: Part One


Diary, November 25, 5076

“Some say that Vampires don’t exist, but I know the difference. The common people wouldn’t know the truth if it hit them. Most of the common people posses the gene for Vampiri. It had become my family’s job to hunt them down. My father died when I was nine, and my mother when I was ten. I had gone to live with my aunt who held a secret far worse than my parents.
I walked into the mansion and saw people standing around. My aunt introduced me and then she sent me up the stairs. It wasn’t until now, that I am eight-teen, that I have realized what her secret was. She, like most of my friends growing up, was a Vampire. Though I am still baffled by how this could have happened, because my family does not possess the gene.”
Merci

I still remember when I, myself, fell from grace. I was tracking my aunt down in an alley when a gang of Vampiri jumped from the buildings and attacked her. I had run to her aid but she was dead. One by one they had drained her dry. Then they jumped me. I don’t remember how I survived the bites, but I do know that my dark angel was there. I remember him pulling me into his arms and holding me close. He whispered little words to me to make me think of him and not the pain.
He took me back to the mansion and laid me on my bed. My body, like so many before me, was dying. I had figured that I would not survive, but if I did I would defiantly need to talk to this one particular Vampire. As it came out I had survived. I also learned from my aunts most trusted friend that he also took care of me while I had stayed on bed rest. They had told me that he would not allow anyone near my side. Not even my own grandparents.
“Who was he?” I asked Natasha.
“He is the son of the great Vampire Soul. He said that he would be back real soon.” Natasha smiled.
I went up to my room. I started to think about what he looked like, but I failed to remember. I picked up the phone to call my grand-ma, but there was no dial tone. I placed the phone on the charger and sighed. I wanted to meet this young Vampire. Then the door opened. A young nice looking Vampire walked in.
“You are a wake.” His icy voice filled the air.
“Yes,” I smiled.
“How do you feel?”
“Much better thanks to you.” I shied my head away from him. He smiled, and then he bent in and kissed me. It was a soft kiss. The kind you get when the guy really dose not want to ruin things.
“You could have died.” His hazel eyes meet mine.
“But you saved me.” I smiled.
“Only because I was there. Why did you follow her?” His voice dropped.
“She was my aunt.” I shied away again.
“She was a vampire,” his voice raised, “she died because of you!”
I didn’t want to hear something so bad, but I had just did. To know that it was my fault that my aunt was dead, and that I had sealed my own destiny forever was too much to bear. I felt like I had to get away from this guy. I mean whom did he think he was kissing me and then telling me that I killed my own aunt. What kind of dark angel was he? I didn’t know, but I just got up and ran out the door. I ran down the hallway, down the stairs and out the front door. I ran down the pebble path and through the great, big iron gates.
I ran all the way to the front of another great big mansion. It was about seven blocks from mine. It was also one that I knew all to well. I stared through the gates at its monstrous size. It had been my home for a while, but since my parent’s death, it had become the home of empty memories and ghost all alike. I opened the gate and walked down the path. I wanted to run, but what was the point. I was so scared.
“I did not mean to make you mad, Merci.” I turned around immediately.
“Why did you follow me? Why did you save me? Why? Why?” I really truly didn’t expect him to answer all of my questions, but to answer some would be nice.
“I couldn’t have let you fall to your death.” His hazel eyes were now a cold blue that literally hurt my heart to see.
“Why? Why?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“That same old why. Why can’t you be happy with the life that I have given you? Why did you want to die so bad? Am I not worthy of your love.” He had yelled at me.
“I don’t even know you!” I glared at him.
“Well, I guess, in that case, I shall just leave.” He turned to walk away. I didn’t know what else to say or to do. I stood there holding myself. Like a little girl I cried into my own arms.
“Waite!” I yelled at him. He stopped.
“Please. Please don’t leave me alone. All I feel right now is alone.”
“Then why can’t you be happy as a Vampire?” He walked back to me and placed his hands on my shoulders.
“Its not what I am suppose to be. I’m supposed to hunt Vampires, not be one.” My tears ran down my cheek. The cool blood on my face came as a surprise.
“Merci, I love you. Is that not a good enough reason to be what you are?” I had to think about this one for a minute.
“I could get to know you. No, scratch that, I am pretty sure that I do love you. Its just I don’t know your name.”
“Does that bother you?” He smiled.
“Yes, usually when I kiss a guy, I know his name, at least.” I frowned.
“If you must, then my name is Jean.” He smiled at me.
I couldn’t think of any thing else to do, so I turned and walked toward the mansion. Jean followed me down the concrete path. The concrete showed its true age, maybe about three hundred to two hundred years old. We walked up the old broken stairs. I had wanted to go in alone, but I had this feeling Jean wouldn’t let me. I opened the heavy door, and we entered the dark room.
“Wow.” Jean said.
“Are you scared yet?” I smiled.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He smiled and kissed my cheek. I giggled.
The mansion smelled of high rotten corpses. We walked up the stairs to be stopped by a hundred bats flying out for the night. Jean had ducked and I stepped off to the side. One bat had scratched my cheek. It didn’t hurt too much. We continued to walk down the long hall. I stopped at the third door on the right. I pushed it open. Much to my surprise my old vanity set was still there along with my old bed. Jean followed me as I walked in the room. We walked over to my dresser. There, after all these years, was my poem that I wrote the night my mom died.
“A Voice To Be Heard: People say they know the real me. They say that I am a beautiful person beneath the skin. I honestly can’t see what they see. I felt my world crumble when I lost my backbone. People say they can see through the lies. But what they really see is a disguise. One that will show its face, when the time is right. But tonight is not that night. People say that they hear a song when I speak, but what they really hear is a cry for help. Dreams will never come to pass. And my life will never last. People say they hear me. That is just a lie. No matter how many of them I see and serve, I am just a voice to be heard!” I read the whole thing aloud.
“That’s pretty.” Jean let his red hair fall around his face.
“I wrote it along time ago.” I walked over to my bed.
When I was nine, I remembered my mom placing a box under my bed. She gave me the key to put in my little piggy bank. Sure enough, the box was still there. I pulled it out. In big letters it said, “MERCI’S SECRETS!” I didn’t know what that meant, but I was defiantly going to find out.
Jean leaned against the nightstand as I smashed the little oinker on the ground. Jean’s eyes got big. In the pig there was a fifty-dollar bill and the key. I pocketed the money and placed the key in the lock. Jean looked at me disapprovingly.
“What? It’s my money.” I said in a sarcastic voice. Jean rolled his eyes.
“Can you just open the box, so we can see what is really in it.” He sat beside me. We opened the box to reveal a vial with some blood in it. There was a letter under it along with two different set of fangs. One set was vampire and the other was lykin. I swallowed hard as I read the letter out loud.

“ December 29, 5056
My Dearest Switzerland,

If you have begun to read this letter at the age of eighteen, then this means your father, me, and your aunt are all dead. If anything, then you should be a vampire by now. Your father’s cousins planed that. I am writing this letter while you and your brother, Forbidden, still rest in my womb. You may never know of our lives should we complete our tasks, but should we fail, your life will be taken as a Vamp, and your brother’s life will be taken as a Lykin. I only can pray that your father and I prevail. Our task is not an easy one to do, and to risk your life as well as your brother’s life is a horrible thing that we are about to do. Your brother lives with your father’s parents, in Australia. They are a pack, and they don’t take well to Vamps. I do hope that you can get to your brother before they do. Or other wise, he will be hunted and killed. This is not a bad thing, but, instead, a good thing. If you should ever need sanctuary, then you can go to Charleston, South Carolina. There you will find a Vampire by the name of Seth Métier. He is the only one that I may think of to help you and your twin.


Love Till Death of Eternity Does Us Apart,
Mommy”

I held my breath for a few moments. Not sure what to think of the idea of having a brother. Jean didn’t say a thing to me; he just sat there as if he was taking the letter in.
“Well,” I said.
“Well what?” He asked after a moment of silence.
“I feel so lost. I mean, how does this help me? What am I suppose to do? Go on some long journey that risks my life, just to find this werewolf who happens to be my brother. Oh, no, I get it…I am supposed to get my “twin” and save all Vampires and Lykins! Is that it? Is that what I am suppose to do?” I watched Jean’s face stay neutral.
If he had been listening, I would have never of been able to tell. I held my breath and closed my eyes, and then I let my breath flow between my lips freely. I felt as though the hot air around me was being pushed away. Jean’s hand grasped my wrist. He pulled me behind him and hissed. I glanced over his shoulder to see two lykins in the doorway.
“Looks like your not going out this way.” The muscular built panther said. The other lykin was a white wolf. We both spun around to see a white tiger in the window frame.
“Nor this way.” The white tiger stated. Jean pushed me into a corner as he hissed again. He stood his ground in front of me.
“What do you mongrels want?” He lowered his head. The panther laughed.
“Is it not obvious? We want what is ours, but to obtain it we need to know where are future king is. The only one a live that knows his location is her.” He pointed at me.
“You mean her brother?” Jean said.
“Yes, we do not mean her or you any harm. We… lykins… need are king, and we need him now. As well as you know, that you… Vampires… need your queen. You have what you need, but what about us?” His eyes held sadness in them.
“You have your king, he is…”
“He is dead! Killed by the humans! Forbidden is to be our king NOW!” the wolf pronounced.
“Calm down Parmas.” The panther said.
“King? Queen? I am really confused right know, so ummm… let’s start over, shall we?” I stared into the eyes of the massive white tiger.
“My name is Concedas Puellas. The panther is my twin, Addas Puellas, and the wolf is our young brother, Parmas Puellas. We were the Lykin King’s right hand men. We are also the ones that put your parents together and ensured a safe line of power.” The white tiger held no lie to his words.
“Who is “they” in this note, and who are my father’s cousins that had planned this whole mess?” I asked.
“ “They” would be the humans, and “we” would be your father’s cousins.” Parmas said.
“What normal humans that are left want all Vamps and Lykins dead.” Jean had turned to look at me.
“Huh, well…I guess we are all going to Australia together, except you Jean.” I didn’t feel like arguing, but I knew he would make some kind of argument.
“I am going with you. I can’t believe you would even say that I couldn’t go with you.”
“I said it because I don’t want you to get hurt.” I rested my case.
“I am going, and you can bet your life on that. Besides, what kind of Dark Angel would I be if I didn’t go with you?” He said. I looked at him in a bit of shock.
“You read my diary.” I had made it a matter of fact.
“I did. And I was surprise to find that you would write about me every night.”
It was true, I wrote about my “Dark Angel” every night. Even when I wouldn’t see him. Some of my thoughts would be about how I wished he would just take me from the light, others of how I didn’t think I could become his eternal lover. But, all that didn’t matter write now.
“You read my diary.” I walked passed him.
“You are mad?” Jean’s eyes were back to that calm hazel.
“No, I can’t be mad at a little thing like that, not know anyways. I have a brother to save.” I walked out of the room.
I went back to my current mansion and announced to the coven that I had learned the truth. Everyone seemed please that I knew my destiny, that is until I told them about my brother, Forbidden. Natasha was hurt when I said that I had to leave. The rest of the coven wanted to join me or go for me. I honestly think that they all wanted to keep me alive because I am their queen. My best friend, Paranormal, insisted on allowing her to join us, but I had to turn her down.
We went to Jean’s coven, to tell his father. Vampire Soul was not happy. I couldn’t think of a reason why he should have been. His son was leaving the coven and he was going on a dangerous trip with the same girl that nearly got him killed the night he saved me. And if that wasn’t bad enough, we had to tell Jean’s father that I was his queen, and that we would be seeking shelter form the great notorious Vamp of them all, Seth Métier.
“Are you sure that you want to do this?” Vampire Soul asked. Jean lowered his head and smirked.
“This is what you did for our last queen, did you not?” He made it a question.
“I did, but that was different. I was trained.”
“You may have been trained, but you were not as good at your job as I have proved to be at mine.” Jean was mad. His eyes had literally turned to that cold blue again, and I placed my hand on his arm.
“Would you really go to the end with her?” Vampire Soul’s eyes were just as cold blue.
“Do you really expect me to answer that question, Father?” Jean smiled again as he grabbed my hand.
“I expect you to think rational. She will be the death of you, I promise you that my son. Do you have that big of a death wish?” He said as he motioned to our hands, “or do you love her?”
“I care for her, but to say I love her would be too strong of an emotion to express.” Jean lowered his head again with the same smile. He didn’t give his father a chance to say no more. He led us out of the room. We walked to his room. The Lykins were all sitting around.
“How did the old man take it?” Parmus said.
“He didn’t.” I laid back on the bed. Jean sat beside me.
“We should just go.” Concedus announced. We all left the room together. Jean wrapped my hand in his. When we went outside, Paranormal was standing at the car.
“I couldn’t let you go without me. Besides, you know you need me.” Paranormal said as we hugged.
“How could I turn you down, after all, you are so much of a sister to me than any other!” I hugged her close. Jean made a low grunt in his vocal cords. We all got in the car.
“Where to?” Jean asked.
“To South Carolina. That is where we can find Seth.” I said. I could feel that everyone was staring at me. Paranoid as I am, I looked back at them and told them it would be okay. I don’t think that Jean didn’t believe me, but oh well. We can’t please everyone in our pathetic little world.