Urban Fantasy by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Format: epub
Published: 2010-02-13T07:21:49+00:00

Chapter Five

The pain that burned inside her fueled her strength. She would be prey tonight. She would allow a vampyre to hunt her, take her, drink from her.

Hanako wore the leathers of a party girl -- vamps always liked revealing outfits. She kept her hair up -- baring her fragile neck in a snug halter-top. Her leather pants contained a knife and a few extra capsules of the poison. All in black -- the only color was the dark red of her lips.

Without a sword she felt exposed, but since she wasn’t dancing at the Opal, she didn’t need the extra trouble of cops and good Samaritans. Poison would be her weapon now. A part of her had hoped Jakob would fight her again and drink. A part of her was praying that he wouldn’t.

Jakob. Jake now, with his modern clothes, speech and manners. She felt his eyes on her even as logic told her he was nowhere in sight. He was alive, and to her shame, Hana was glad for it.

A Hunter who loves a vampyre. Blood whore!

Sensei’s voice was like the slice of a cold dagger through her heart.

She had no love for Jakob. Maybe a girlish infatuation, lust. A fascination with what had been forbidden. Stupid to feel love for a man who’d tried to kill her years ago.

He proved to her that she was weak, that she had no skill as a Hunter. No honor for her teachers or her mother’s ancestors. For years Hana poisoned her own blood, seeking out those who’d take the bait, to keep up the tradition even if her own skills had failed.

The city was alive around her; the people swarming on the streets, strange music they called Hip Hop, crude and energetic. In front of her, a redheaded woman in tight pants balanced on tall, thin heels. Her feather neck wrap trailed seductively behind her as she clanked her way across the sidewalk.

When a tall, blond man sniffed the woman’s hair, she jerked her shoulders for a bit, a human ritual of playing hard to get. Hana watched the exchange, idly wondering if the man was vamp or human.

When the man tried another sniff, Hana decided vamp. Without geisha makeup or a sword to get a vampyre’s attention, she did the next best thing. She bit her bottom lip until it bled and smudged it on her mouth with her fingertips.

“Excuse me.” That same fingertip was used to touch a massive shoulder. She felt a bit of fear as he turned and leered at her. Attractive in a brutish sort of way. He would be dead by morning. “Do you have a light?”

Blood was the most exotic perfume. Red curls forgotten, the vamp held out a heavy hand to her. “How ’bout we smoke somewhere private?”

Hana slapped on a smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The alley was just a couple steps away when he made a clumsy grab for her. She fought him longer than she would have usually. Maybe the pain spiked up adrenaline, maybe she thought to test her skills again.

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