Vampire Hunter // Colby Brock

~ Part 78 ~

"Fuck that." Colby had already disappeared out of the room with Sam and Elton. I turned to walk to the door but Corey was in my way. He gave me an apologetic look as he shook his head. I growled deep in my throat, rattling my bones.

"Sorry, roary. Can't let you out. Colby's orders." Corey just shrugged. I turned back to Edward lying on the floor and looked over his wooden wounds. If I help him he could get me past these loyal soldiers of Colby's...

"Strega." I turned into my witch form, my eyes glowing a light purple and my fingertips feeling electric. I needed to use this more often. I sat on my knees next to Edward and raised my hands generally over him. My eyes connected with Aaron's before I closed them and started the mental sorcery. I did my best to pull the wooden pieces out, shrinking them and lifting my hands. My eyes opened to see it was working. The wood was lifting and Edward already looked better. I focussed harder until every little splinter was floating in the air over the old vampire. "Tray." I ordered. My voice sounded way more authoritative than I thought it would but I kinda liked it. Jake placed a small tray just next to me so I made the wood land on it. I turned back to human as Edward's wounds healed up.

"Why aren't you permanently a witch?" Jake asked me seriously. No laugh or grin, he was genuinely wondering. I shrugged and stood up slowly, watching Edward coming back to life. A small growl emanating from the driveway only made me more curious. I flicked my ears out to listen.

"Why do you have a hunter in your midst?" Not once had I heard the voice before but it had a strange eeriness to it. "And more importantly, why are you still protecting the traitor?"

"We do not see him as a traitor." Colby replied sounding very professional. Where did the slightly boy-like guy go from lately? I knew he'd changed and I kind of liked more innocent him. Not as much as the angry and authoritative character, though.

"You know not of his actions, young one." The other voice was angry now. Well, irritated at the least. A footstep or two sounded towards the garage doors that linked to the driveway. Someone gasped and the most shocked voice I'd ever heard said something. "Lupa."