The moonlight reflected off the water and glistened in her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed in the cool night air as she waited for him to arrive. The tribes had been scattered by wars brought against them centuries ago, some survived, most perished in wars justified by faith in a different God, and fear of the different. She was one of a handful of survivors, purebloods in the old time she would have been known as a guardian, because she could walk in daylight as well as nightshade. But now she was known only in a general term, dark blood, in much the same way most who now populated the earth were known as human. Tonight she was to meet with a hunter who had recently been assigned to the city, by the Council. The network had alerted her to his presence and as customary a meet was arranged. They had a cooperative purpose, to eliminate the dead bloods, reanimated or bastardized versions of the many purebloods that still existed in the world. The key to the dark bloods survival was quiet coexistence. The dead bloods were a constant threat to that.
She could smell him before she heard his heartbeat; his approach was good better than most. She turned to face him. He was tall and his hair was dark he was unshaven and his light green eyes reflected blue for a split second. She narrowed her eyes as she took him in and realized why his approach was so good. He was a human and dark blood hybrid.
"So hunter," her voice was almost accusatory, "who did you piss off to get sent here?"
He watched her for a moment before deciding to approach, unsure if she already sensed his presence. Every hunter needed a dark blood to be completely successful in the endeavor, but he'd always felt that he was an exception; he could do it on his own. His father was dark blood, so he'd inherited heightened senses and strength, as well as his father's legacy. He'd been told that she was not easily won over, but that was to be expected of a sentinel in such a large city. Here there were dark bloods that lived extremely public lives, so everything had to be handled with immediacy and more discretion than in a city that had far less media. A city of this size had several purge teams, and she was what was left of the alpha team.
He smiled, "Well I'm not exactly sure what you mean by that?" he knew exactly what she meant, but he wasn't going to let it intimidate him, "You needed an alpha hunter quick, and so they sent me."
She laughed under her breath, cocky son of a bitch, but he had to be, she didn't have time to wait for him to get comfortable. "So then hunter, tell me," she approached him and breathed in his scent, "how do you hold off the moon?"
He was surprised at her perception acuity, he watched her move; the serpentine fluidity, and he listened and heard the very slow beating of her hearts, vampyr. He took a small bottle out of his jacket pocket, "Modern medicine, the only side effect is it screws with my vision, but it's better than the alternative." He shrugged as he put the bottle back in his jacket. "And the hunger?"
She looked at him, "I've a brother I see every Solstice."
He nodded in understanding. Her manner was blunt, and laced with a detachment common in her kind. He'd been warned that she was all business, and that she probably was going to be slow to warm to him. Not only because of his dual nature, but because she was used to losing hunters. But that was precisely why Marcus had sent him out. He, being of a dual nature, was not governed by the rules of the old tribes that still bound the surviving dark bloods, but he also had some of the acuity of a dark blood, which would serve him well in this endeavor. He had many advantages that a human wouldn't. The Council needed a strong alpha team in this city that they could depend on. They had hoped that this pairing could be it. Both hunter and sentinel were unconvinced, but only time would tell.
To be continued...