The Hunter's Vampire {Re-writing}

Chapter 2 Preying on the hunter

Adam went over to the bathroom and took out a roll of bandages, a bottle of alcohol and a clean washcloth from the small closet and walked back out to the Vampire that he laid on his bed. He soaked the cloth in the alcohol and pressed it to his lesions, taking another cloth and wiping away at the dried blood on his face, arms, legs, and chest.

He opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out a roll of thread and a needle and began stitching him up… curious as to the fact that he was not self-healing.

After he closed the wounds, he bandaged the Vampire’s waist and chest and took a white blouse of his bottom drawer that was too small and dressed him in it. Removing his torn trousers and dressing him back in a clean one then pulling the covers up over him.

When he was done, he stood back and looked down on the sleeping beast on his bed, something in him started to stir as his eyes roamed over the Vampire’s sleeping form, his chest rising and falling as he slept. He had gone crazy, he just invited a Vampire into his home.

Upon closer inspection the man did look heavenly, aside from his current state, the red bruises on his right cheekbone and lower jaw making him seem like an injured child. Adam was filled with sorrow for the creature, but he quickly dismissed it and walked to the lit fireplace in his living room, he bent and added more wood to the fire as it was a cold night out and he figured the Vampire must be freezing.

Look at him, aiding a creature—a Vampire no less! What had gotten into him? Was it the fact that his heart wept for wounded things? He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. Adam looked back on him in his bed, the creature that he helped out of pity and out of weakness.

His hand went for his gun at his hip and he rose to his fall 6’1 height, walking slowly back to the foot of the bed, contemplating on whether he should or shouldn’t do him in now. He cocked the gun and pointed it at his head, his finger at the ready on the trigger, but then the Vampire moved move slightly.

Something in his head told him to put away his weapon and he did, not thinking against it as he set the gun down on the chest if drawers behind himself as he observed the beast opening its eyes. The black eyes searched the room until they fell upon Adam as he looked down on him. He stared the hunter dead in the eyes and Adam stared right back at him.

“Hunter, ” the word was hissed as he began to glare at Adam.

The hunter chuckled and shook his head. He didn’t know what he had just done to save him? Inviting a creature of the night into his safe place, a home that he swore to protect from his kind and many others, a safe place for those who needed it the most… He sighed and sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, watching the creature who then slipped back into sleep.

His wounds had been so severe that Adam wondered how he survived so long without being able to heal, he had cleaned him and bandaged his injuries as best he could his, hoping he’d get better.

His own injury for the day before had opened back, so he had to stitch back a long cut on his forearm that was a little too deep to leave uncared for while he observed the Vampire n his bed.

Adam was tired, his plans to relax in a warm bath were taken and thrown straight out the window because of this injured creature.

Adam couldn’t believe what his eyes were showing him and what he had done. A Vampire. An actual savage beast was in his bed. He narrowed his eyes at the creature then stood. His eyes were glued to the Vampire, watching as he breathed, as his chest softly rose and fell. He hummed on a thought, his hand as his belt once more. He hadn’t taken it off because he wasn’t sure so that this wild this beast was safe enough for him to let his guard completely down yet. It might attack once it awoke, he couldn’t be sure. His fingertips grazed the handle of his second firearm, a pistol and he slid his fingers around the cool metal handle as he lifted it from his hip. His jaw clenched as he lifted his arm and pointed the gun at the Vampire’s head. One silver bullet and it’ll all be over… just one pull of this trigger and it’ll no longer be his problem.