Lance spent fighting with himself. Part of him wanted to go to her, find her and make whatever it was bothering her right. The other half was being stubborn, refusing to seek her out. He'd done everything he felt he could show her how much he wanted her. How much he cared. If she wanted him in return then she should come to him.
So, he spent the last couple days pacing. Pacing and waiting to hear from her. He had stopped by her house this morning and noticed she had packed up the few belongings she had and left. His Gina was gone.
He couldn't give up on her yet however, he wouldn't.
He walked out the back door and reclined on the wicker swing that the previous owners had left behind. It wouldn't have been his first choice of furniture for the back porch, but he hadn't gotten around to replacing with his something a little more modern.
The night was warm and clear, peaceful. Pulling out a book he read as he swung back and forth. The words flew by, but if someone asked him what the book was about all they would get for a response would be a blank stare. His mind kept bringing him back to the night and then morning he had with her. He kept remembering her scent, her feel, her taste.
He had decided yesterday that he was indeed in love with her. There was no doubt about it. He just didn't know how to proceed from here. How could you make someone love you back? Normally he was so cocky, so sure of himself, but when it comes to love and matters of the heart he was practically a virgin, despite his advanced years.
He had wrapped himself up so deeply in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the shadows that crept up on either side of the house. Both shadows moved in slow, calculated movements. One motioned for the other to position themselves behind a tree facing the back of the swing while the other hid in the large, overgrown bushes almost directly in front of Lance, roughly fifty feet away.
The first arrow, which came from behind, missed Lance and the swing entirely and landed in the wall of the house, several feet away. While he may not have noticed the intruders enter his backyard he was aware of their presence now as he leap from the swing and dropped to his stomach, flat against the porch deck. His keen night vision picked up the whereabouts of the first assailant instantly. With lightening speed he leapt over the swing and raced towards the assailant. His eyes had already changed to white, his fangs dropped into place.
A second arrow came from behind him as he raced toward the first man, this arrow made contact and pierced the flesh on the lower left side of his back. The pain gripped him but his survival instinct kicked in and he kept going.
The first assailant was able to get off a second shot, before Lance collided into him, this arrow planting itself in Lances left leg. Lance pinned the man to the ground, and without any thought or conscience ripped into the side of his neck, drinking his blood greedily.
The man fought for just a minute before going slack under Lance. Moments later, he was dead.
A third arrow went sailing over Lances head and planted itself into the fence, next to him. Lance whipped his head around in time to see the next arrow, it was on a direct course to his heart.
Before he could react, he caught sight of Gina from the corner of his eye. She ran towards the second shooter only to be caught in the chest with the arrow intended for Lance's heart. Her body was thrown backwards before she fell to the ground.
"Nooo!" he screamed out rising to his feet. As he rose up he pulled the arrows from both his back and leg. He wanted to run to Gina but knew he needed to deal with the second assailant first. Seconds later, his body slammed into the second assailants midsection with the force of an out of control freight train.
The assailant, Lance now knew to be a hunter was tossed to the ground, Lance on him.
The second hunter was destined to the same fate as the first. Lance bit into his neck,
So, he spent the last couple days pacing. Pacing and waiting to hear from her. He had stopped by her house this morning and noticed she had packed up the few belongings she had and left. His Gina was gone.
He couldn't give up on her yet however, he wouldn't.
He walked out the back door and reclined on the wicker swing that the previous owners had left behind. It wouldn't have been his first choice of furniture for the back porch, but he hadn't gotten around to replacing with his something a little more modern.
The night was warm and clear, peaceful. Pulling out a book he read as he swung back and forth. The words flew by, but if someone asked him what the book was about all they would get for a response would be a blank stare. His mind kept bringing him back to the night and then morning he had with her. He kept remembering her scent, her feel, her taste.
He had decided yesterday that he was indeed in love with her. There was no doubt about it. He just didn't know how to proceed from here. How could you make someone love you back? Normally he was so cocky, so sure of himself, but when it comes to love and matters of the heart he was practically a virgin, despite his advanced years.
He had wrapped himself up so deeply in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the shadows that crept up on either side of the house. Both shadows moved in slow, calculated movements. One motioned for the other to position themselves behind a tree facing the back of the swing while the other hid in the large, overgrown bushes almost directly in front of Lance, roughly fifty feet away.
The first arrow, which came from behind, missed Lance and the swing entirely and landed in the wall of the house, several feet away. While he may not have noticed the intruders enter his backyard he was aware of their presence now as he leap from the swing and dropped to his stomach, flat against the porch deck. His keen night vision picked up the whereabouts of the first assailant instantly. With lightening speed he leapt over the swing and raced towards the assailant. His eyes had already changed to white, his fangs dropped into place.
A second arrow came from behind him as he raced toward the first man, this arrow made contact and pierced the flesh on the lower left side of his back. The pain gripped him but his survival instinct kicked in and he kept going.
The first assailant was able to get off a second shot, before Lance collided into him, this arrow planting itself in Lances left leg. Lance pinned the man to the ground, and without any thought or conscience ripped into the side of his neck, drinking his blood greedily.
The man fought for just a minute before going slack under Lance. Moments later, he was dead.
A third arrow went sailing over Lances head and planted itself into the fence, next to him. Lance whipped his head around in time to see the next arrow, it was on a direct course to his heart.
Before he could react, he caught sight of Gina from the corner of his eye. She ran towards the second shooter only to be caught in the chest with the arrow intended for Lance's heart. Her body was thrown backwards before she fell to the ground.
"Nooo!" he screamed out rising to his feet. As he rose up he pulled the arrows from both his back and leg. He wanted to run to Gina but knew he needed to deal with the second assailant first. Seconds later, his body slammed into the second assailants midsection with the force of an out of control freight train.
The assailant, Lance now knew to be a hunter was tossed to the ground, Lance on him.
The second hunter was destined to the same fate as the first. Lance bit into his neck,
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