The Slayer

A/N

Hey guys :)

Characters from some of my other fantasy stories will pop up in this one. It's not necessary to read them to follow this story though so don't worry. If you do want to read them, I recommend doing it in this order:

Nature Calls - Monster - The Howl - Rogue.

Just so you know, Monster is a dark story, so it's not for everyone.

If you're a new follower, you should also know that English isn't my first language so there will be spelling and grammar mistakes. To be honest, I've given up on learning english grammar. I've used three different writing programs plus my phone and they've all had a different way of placing commas, which is driving me nuts. I can't even figure it out in my own language for crying out loud.

So, yeah, I'm a tiny bit frustrated xD

Hope you'll enjoy the story despite the mistakes :)

Happy reading and much love to you all.

Tina.

“Please don’t…”

Grabbing the fucker’s hair, I yank his head back while pressing the barrel of my gun loaded with bullets filled with monkshood and blackthorn under his chin as I say with a calm voice, “tell me where he is.”

The vampire, who I have pinned against the wall, is shaking in fear as he shakes his head over and over again. “I can’t. He’ll kill me.”

I sigh before moving my gun down to press it against his chest. “Last chance.” He swallows and shakes his head again. “He’ll kill m-.”

Pulling the trigger, I shoot him in the chest, releasing monkshood and blackthorn in his system, making him hiss in pain. I quirk a brow while I study his face. Having monkshood in your system hurts like a motherfucker. Especially when it’s mixed with blackthorn, so I’m quite impressed that he isn’t screaming.

I tighten my hold on his hair as I put my gun in my shoulder holster and take a wooden stake out of my boot instead. “Look, I don’t want to kill you. All I need to know is where he is.”

He groans and the pain he’s feeling makes tears well up in his eyes. “I-I can’t.”

I sigh, droop my head, and shake it. I had hoped he'd give me the information I needed but it’s clear that he won’t, so I push the stake into his chest and heart and watch the life disappear from his eyes. It’s not that I enjoy killing. Well, except when it’s a fucker like this guy. He’s working for the rogue I’m after and if he’s working for him, he’s doing some seriously shady shit.

They’re killing and abducting humans and supernaturals for fun. Anyone they can get their hands on, they torture. For fucking fun.

Letting go of the vampire, I step back, and watch his lifeless body fall to the floor. Then I take my cigarettes out of my pocket, light one up, and take a drag of it. Blowing the smoke out, I shake my head and leave the old house where the vampire’s clan lives. Or should I say lived. They’re all dead now.

I lean against my car while I smoke the rest of my cigarette. Then I open the trunk, put my throwing knives dipped in liquid monkshood and blackthorn in there, and close it.

Every single weapon I have is dipped or filled with monkshood and blackthorn. It hurts both vampires and werewolves, so I always use it.

Sure, it hurts me too, but I have a high tolerance for it. I’ve injected small amounts of it into my body since my parents were killed so no one can use it against me. I can handle the pain.

My parents were killed by a fucking rogue before I became a vampire, so I’m not fond of werewolves. I was only sixteen when they were killed, and I watched it happen. The rogue tore them apart right in front of me. That’s how I found out about the supernatural world.

After that, I became obsessed with it. I read every single book I could find about it and started hunting the fucker who took my parents from me. I started training every kind of martial art I could find, learned how to shoot and I became damn good at both.

I also learned how to kill. I’ve killed many supernaturals in my hunt for the fucker. Not good, peaceful ones but all the scum. The ones who do shady shit or kills for fun.

In the hunt for the fucker who killed my parents. I became a mercenary because supernaturals started to approach me and ask if I would kill someone for them. I had to earn money somehow and since I was good at killing, I started taking money for it. Yes, it keeps me from hunting the fucker I want, but I have to earn money. I can’t exactly be a receptionist or a waitress. I’m too damaged for that.

Three years ago, when I was twenty-three, I hunted a vampire who turned out to be very old and so much stronger than normal vampires. So strong that I couldn't kill him. He toyed with me like a cat does with a mouse before he turned me into the things I hunted.

At first, I was horrified. I never wanted to become a vampire. Never. Now I’m happy about it because it's made me so much stronger and faster, which makes my job easier.

He did me a favor. I just didn’t see it that way back then.

He left me the same day he turned me without guidance about how to control my bloodlust. How to be a vampire. I had to learn it all on my own. That meant I kept as far away from humans as possible. Luckily, I had enough self-control to only drink from animals until I found blood banks who catered to vampires.

I could've found a coven and asked them to help me, but I didn’t trust supernaturals. I'd been a loner ever since my parents were killed so just the thought of it was exhausting. I don’t do well in crowds. I’m perfectly fine in my own company. Well, most of the time.

I do sometimes wonder if I have a blood mate somewhere in the world. I don’t know how I would feel if I found him. Yes, it would be nice to have someone to be close to. Who knows you. On the other hand, it would only distract me from hunting the fucker who killed my parents, and I don’t want that.

Besides, who wants to be mated to a mercenary? I doubt anyone would want that.

Getting in my car, I turn on the ignition and drive up the long dirt road that leads away from the old house where I just killed a coven.

Driving away from the house, I drive the long drive back to New York where I live in a townhouse in Manhattan. You have no fucking idea how much money I make as a mercenary. I don’t need anything. I have a lot saved up and I can buy whatever I want.

I don’t, though. All I bought was the townhouse I own. Other than that, I don’t use a lot of money. Well, I do use money on weapons. I need all kinds of weapons for my job. I prefer guns but I always have throwing knives dipped in my special concoction on me. You never know what kind of shit could happen. I have to be ready for everything.

Getting out of my car, I open the trunk, take the duffle bag with my weapons out of it, and go up the front steps to my house where I unlock the door and go inside.

Just as I’ve closed the door, my phone starts ringing, making me sigh. Pulling it out of my pocket, I look at the screen and curse under my breath before I answer the call.

“Hey, Beth. What’s up?”

“What’s up? WHAT’S UP? You’ve been missing for the last three freaking days, that’s what’s up! Where the hell have you been?”

I sigh. and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“I’m sorry. I should've texted you. There was just a shitty signal where I was.”

I couldn’t text her anyway because it was a busy hunt this time. If I wasn’t killing, I was sleeping, so I simply didn’t have the time to text or call her.

“Please never do that again. I was so worried.”

I smile a little. Beth is a good friend. In fact, she's my only friend. I met her at an underground fight where I was hunting a fucking rogue I was hired to kill. He had raped three young girls, so the fucker needed to die. I discreetly killed him in the bathroom and hid his body in a stall before I snuck out to watch the fight.

I was very impressed with the way Beth fought. She was strong and fast, and she easily won the fight. After it ended, I accidentally bumped into her when I was about to leave, and we started talking. We’ve been friends ever since.

“I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Good. Now, do you want to grab a drink tonight? I don’t have classes tomorrow and I could use a night out.”

I almost groan. I’m so exhausted but the last time I needed a drink, she met me without hesitation, so I should go get a drink with her tonight.

“Sure. I just need a shower and then I’m ready.”

“Great. The usual place?”

“Sounds good to me. Meet you there in an hour, babe.”

We say goodbye before I end the call and my shoulders drop as I sigh again. Vampires can get tired. Especially when they haven’t had blood in three fucking days. Sure, I could've drained the vampires I killed but, as you know, I only drink from blood bags from blood banks. I want the blood to be given voluntarily, not taken.

Going down into my basement, I hide my weapons before I go up into my bathroom.

While I undress, I think about this three day hunt I was on. I got a little more information about the fucker who killed my parents but not much. Most of it, I already knew, so I didn’t get much out of it. I’m getting closer though, which makes an evil smile tug on my lips. I’ll get the fucker if it’s the last thing I do!

When I’ve taken a shower, I dry myself off, put my dirty clothes in the hamper, and go over to my closet where I grab some underwear, a pair of black, skinny jeans, and a loose grey tank top. When I’m dressed, I style my short blond hair, apply some make-up, and put on a pair of black, high heeled boots before I put a couple of throwing knives into the hidden pocket in of them.

Then I drink some blood, grab my tight, black leather jacket before I go out the door, and walk towards the bar where I’m going to meet Beth. She’s already there when I get inside, and I spot her waving at me from the bar.

Smiling, I go over to her, and she hops off the barstool before she pulls me in for a tight hug. I have to be careful not to use too much of my strength when I hug her back. She doesn’t know I’m a vampire and she never will. I’m not going to pull her into my shit.

We break the hug and smile at each other before we sit down at the bar, and she slides a shot of tequila over to me.

Smiling again, I drink it before I say, “thanks, babe.”

“You’re welcome. So, how was your business trip?”

I shrug. “It was okay. A lot of meetings.”

She thinks I work as a consultant for small companies. I'd never tell her that I’m a mercenary. No way in hell would I do that!

“How boring. Nothing exciting happen? You didn’t hook up with anyone?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows, making me chuckle. “It was only work. You know I don’t hook up on business trips.”

Or at all. I can’t exactly hook up with a human because I'd only end up hurting him. I can get a little out of control when I have sex. I'd have to find a vampire to hook up with and I simply don’t have the energy for that. I’m fine in my own company. Besides, my fingers are better than most men I’ve been with.

“You should. When was the last time you had sex?” Beth asks. Pursing my lips, I think for a moment. When the hell was the last time I was with someone?

“Uh… I don’t really remember.”

She rolls her eyes. “You seriously need a man.” I chuckle. “Maybe, but I’m not in a hurry.”

She turns around on her stool and scans the room, making me narrow my eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I’m finding you a man.”

“Oh no you’re not! I swear to God, if you start that fucking shit, I'll leave right now!” She rolls her eyes again and turns back to the bar. “You’re impossible.”

Rolling my eyes too, I order two shots of tequila and look at her before I say, “look who’s talking. You haven’t been with a man in two years.”

She shrugs. “I’ve been busy training and going to classes so when I finally have some time to myself, I don’t have the energy for men.”

I give her a soft smile. That’s a lie. She got dumped two years ago by a guy she loved very much, and I still don’t think she’s over him. She thought he was her soulmate. She wanted to grow old with him and have his babies, but he wanted someone else. One of her friends.

“I know the feeling, babe," I say. "Now, do you want to get shitfaced tonight, or do you only want to have a couple of drinks?” She smiles brightly. “Shitfaced please.”

I smile and order us another round of shots followed by beers and more shots.

As the night goes on, Beth gets more and more loving. She does that every time she drinks. Everybody, and I mean everybody, gets hugged and kissed on the cheek, making me chuckle to myself every time but it also makes me drink less than her so I can look after her. Not that she can’t defend herself, because she definitely can, but I want to look after her anyway.

She reaches over the bar to hug the bartender before it’s my turn. “I love youuu, Maya.” I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her. “I love you too, babe. What do you say we go home and get some sleep.”

She pulls back from the hug and pouts before she says, “just one more drink.” I chuckle again. “Fine, but after that we’re going home, okay?”

She nods, almost falling off the barstool. “Deal. Bartender, tequila please.” He glances at me skeptically, so I smile at him as I say, “don’t worry. This is the last one.”

He studies her for a moment before he gives her a shot of tequila that she drinks. Then she dries some drops she missed off her chin and hiccups, making me chuckle again before I take her jacket and help her put it on.

“Come on, babe. We’re going to my place.”

Her face lights up. “Yay. Pajama party?” I smile. “Sure. Let’s call it a pajama party.”

With that, I help her out of the bar to my place where I lead her straight up to my bedroom and she immediately falls asleep on the bed. Taking off her shoes, I put them down next to the bed before I find a trash bin that I put next to the bed too. Then she has something to throw up in because she’s definitely going to throw up.

Sighing, I undress and put on an oversized white t-shirt before I get in bed too and it only takes a second before sleep finds me.