Vampire Hunter // Colby Brock

~ Part 82 ~ Colby

"Why aren't you permanently a witch?" Jake asked Vanessa. I had been half listening to them and half listening to the vampire on our driveway. He'd said very little, just stood there staring at the garage door. Just then, he spoke up.

"Tell me, Colby. Is she beautiful? The creature you choose to keep around in there?" My growl naturally slipped out protectively making his eyes seem to light up. I have to stop letting enemies know of my weaknesses. Goddammit.

"That's none of your concern." Sam replied. His face seemed strangely protective, too. Like he cared for Vanessa almost as much as I did. Ness' scent got that intoxicating wolf-tinge as the other vampire spoke once more.

"Why do you have a hunter in your midst?" He asked, rephrasing his words for an answer. He got hard stares from all three of us and an annoyed mutter from Corey inside. I was too focussed on Ness' heartbeat and the vampire in front of me to pick up the words though. "And more importantly, why are you still protecting the traitor?"

"We do not see him as a traitor." I replied quickly, wanting this dude gone so I can go back to the garage. Ness is nervous, possibly scared, and I can't go back to her to calm her down.

"You know not of his actions, young one." The vampire vamped out. His eyes were a different type of scary to my clan's. They were red and the black terrifyingly made the illusion that he had no eye socket. He took a step towards the garage but stopped immediately in his tracks. His face grew shocked and he verbally gasped. Sam and I were only able to exchange a glance before he muttered the word "Lupa." That's Vanessa's wolf form. How does he know about that? My protective growl slipped out again but louder this time. Ness' emotions were particularly angry. At what or who, though, I wasn't sure about. The vampire stared at my face in vampire mode. What can I say? I care for the Shifter. "Interesting. You have a particular liking to her?"

"That's none of your concern." Sam snapped at him again. He let out an angry snarl I'd never heard from him before and he crossed his arms over his chest. It only made me question why he was being protective, too.

"Oh but it is." The vampire's face contorted into a giant smile and he turned back to human form. He was particularly staring at me, direct eye contact. "You see, if she is important to you, we can not harm her." I knew it was bullshit the second I heard it. There's no way he'd stick to that or any of the others would. Vampires exploit other vampire's weaknesses. That's how you get the upper hand. "Call it old fashioned but it is the way we run." Sam and Elton took a step forwards to be level with me. "However, if she's not then I have no problem ripping her throat out right now." My growl sounded more like a roar. I stared at him hard, my fangs almost sinking into my tongue.

"Touch her and you won't live another second." The other vampire smirked and rolled his red eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. I could smell the faintest amount of attraction coming from the garage and it almost made me roll my own eyes right there and then. She's really feeling like that right now?

"I shall not and I shall also warn the others but I must say, she caused quite the ruckus killing old John." And there it is. His reason for someday trying to hurt her even if he wouldn't today.

"She was just a vampire hunter then." The blue ring around Elton's iris was shrinking and expanding as he tried not to vamp out. He cares for her too? "That was pretty much her whole point of living." The vampire let out a hysterical laugh.

"She has no idea what she's gotten herself into. And she's dragged you down with her." He took a few steps away from us to the gate. "Whether she loves you or not..." his eyes flicked back to mine. "She's going to be the death of you. All of you. We won't attack her unless we get the chance. I suggest you look after her now." His cocky tone didn't go down well for me. I sped forwards at him but he sped away, leaving the premises of MY house.