Hunter

Kill Me With Kisses

Chapter 4 

Call him.

How do I call him if I don’t have his number? What did he mean by call? I can’t go out and stalk another alleyway. He finds me. That’s how it works. I don’t understand him. I shouldn’t understand him. He should be dead by now.

My dad has always told me vampires do nothing but kill. I don’t know how they live, I don’t know their lifestyle. I don’t know if they have feelings or emotions. I don’t know if they actually do have families or friends. I don’t know anything about them.

The only reason I want Ace here is to explain. I want to know more. I don’t enjoy his presence. I don’t enjoy when he smirks at me. I don’t enjoy how close he gets to me…or when he kisses my neck…

Snap out of it.

I glare at the wall, chucking a knife into it. This doesn’t happen to me. I cannot, I refuse to be attracted to a vampire. They are hideous creatures that kill for fun and food. Yeah, I get how he was saying that we kill animals for food, but vampires are different. We don’t enjoy doing it. They do.

Which is why the must be killed off. There’s a possibility they could wipe the entire human race out with one bite. They’re a threat to the human race. The only way to turn a human into a vampire is if they stop sucking out blood. They have to force themselves to stop. It’s a hard thing to do. The blood keeps flowing, and as long as it’s flowing, they keep drinking. 

I run my hands through my hair, crouching down and staying there. This is a horrible feeling. But I know what I have to do. I have to strip myself of weapons, lock them in the other room, and act like I don’t want to kill him. It’s going to be extremely hard, but I’ll earn answers in return.

So I take the knife I chucked into the wall and throw it onto my bed. I take every single one of my weapons and put it on my bed. There’s more than I realized. I have so many because my father left me a shit ton. So, now completely weaponless against any attacker, I sit on my couch. Wondering how I’m going to get Ace here.

I still don’t 100% trust him. He can be doing this as an act. It could all be fake. A weird, piercing feeling jabs me in my stomach. Like I hope it’s not fake. Because that would mean all his actions toward me were fake.

Oh my fucking God, Scarlett! Stop thinking like that!

I bend over, throwing my face into my hands and rubbing it. What the hell is this vampire doing to me? This isn’t good at all. I need to kill him fast so I stop thinking all these inappropriate thoughts. Because who knows, maybe I’ll start acting upon them.

I take my hands off my face, sitting up again, and tossing my long dark hair over my shoulders. When I do, I gasp, reaching for my gun in my holster. And then I realize its not there, because I locked it in my room. “Ace,” I gasp out, calming my heart.

His eyes watch me, amused. “I had a feeling you wanted to see me.”