The doorbell rang. They never had visitors, which caused for a frenzy to occur as everyone but Danielle evacuated the living room for the bomb-shelter basement. In times like these, they could never be too safe.
Danielle was a hunter, though. She grabbed a gun from the cupboard and answered the door. It was John. She hoped she'd never see him again after the last encounter nearly killed her.
Snarling at the sight of him, she said, "what do you want?"
"Can't old friends visit each other?" John replied as he shifted to his gimpy leg. The wounds from their last run had clearly not healed all the way, but John was ready to fight again.
"Not in times like these," she staunchly replied. "What do you need this time?" she said as she fixed the aim towards his head.
"I know you don't like visitors," he said while nervously fidgeting with his hands.
John was the pack leader of one of the werewolf houses. They had made a run at one of the larger vampire houses last time they met: House Germaine.
"No shit," she replied as she squeezed the trigger just a bit more, any more and John would have been a goner, but John stood short to the task. He wasn't the largest werewolf, but he certainly was powerful.
"Can I come in?" He glanced nervously at the barrel of the gun.
"We can talk outside," she grunted, not wanting John to know of the purebloods she had inside. They wouldn't be safe with a werewolf inside, but she dropped the aim of her gun. She had a feeling John wouldn't hurt her.
Stepping outside into the brisk air of Vermont, she wished she was wearing a jacket.
"Very well," John said.
He paused for a few minutes scratching his head as to say he didn't really know how to brooch the subject. "Why are you here?" Danielle Bossings yelled in frustration.
"It's best I show you," he said as he gestured to his car in the driveway.
The night nipped at her exposed skin. She was only wearing a thin t-shirt and pajama pants.
"You can tell me here!"
"I'm afraid I don't think you'd come if I told you beforehand," John said as he limped towards her, causing her aim to re-steady on his forehead. She could easily unload a clip into his brain before he even transformed.
"Why would that make me want to come anyways?" she asked.
"Curiosity, Danielle. You've always been curious."
Danielle couldn't read his facial expression, but she replied, "wait here. I need to change."
He nodded.
Then she looked back at him with the gun pointed towards his chest. "Move," she asserted, "and I will kill you."
John raised his hands into the air as to concede to her request. And he waited as she quickly got dressed.
She came back down in her leather attire with her silver-infused sword in one hand and her modified mag in the other. She was prepared to go on a run and snuff out the dangers to her pureblood friends.
She didn't really want to get in the car with John, unable to know whether she could fend off his transition in such a confined area. Much preferring to drive alone, she got in the car anyways.
No one said anything for the first five minutes of the car ride. John's expression must have changed ten times whilst he was in the car, as if he was losing a battle to himself in his head.
"So," she said as she aimed the mag at John, "you gonna tell me now that I'm in the car?"
John wiggled in his seat for a couple of seconds, then reached at the collar of his suit. "There have been many killings that bear your mark. Other houses are suspicious Lady Demoria is active once more."
"What killings are you talking about?" she asked, knowing well he would mention House Bedelia.
"Mostly fledgling houses," he quickly replied.
"And you think it's me?" Danielle accused John.
"It does bear your mark, but I believe their is another supe hunter."
She sat up in her seat, then replied, "you know where she is?"
"No." John focused his eyes on the road.
"And have any of your wolves at Cult Lunar Eclipse been killed?"
"No."
She could tell he became more and more uncomfortable with each passing question. "You're not telling me something."
John sat up in his seat. He knew it wasn't Danielle; she only went after fledgling houses. She wasn't powerful enough to take down major houses, and both of them knew it. She worked alone, but this imposter seemingly had to have help.
"She or he," John said, "has an army of rogues on her side: vampires and werewolves, potentially demons too. This is how I knew it wasn't you."
"I'm not your hound dog," Danielle replied, "come get me once you know where she is hiding, and we will deal with this together."
"I thought you might say that," he laughed as he locked the doors. "But you're going nowhere, Lady Demoria."
John proceeded to shift, so she fixed the aim of her gun at his temple and unloaded two silver bullets. Then she capped him twice in the chest. He was dead, but the car was flying over a bridge. She reached over to unlock her door. Tucking and rolling, she watched as the car slammed into the guard rail.
The rail was small, so the car flipped over many times. She may have saved herself from a trap, but more would come after her once they discovered John's dead body on the bridge.