There was a time before the technology, where his kind was simply locked in a cage for the duration of the moon. Losing a few days to the curse was far simpler than cleaning up after a Lycan who had gone on rampage. Now there were chemical compounds, drugs, that worked to suppress the change, but as with all drugs came the side effects. These side effects were something that many a dark blood had succumbed to in less productive ways, making them careless and liabilities. As humans had weakness to drugs, so did the bloods, and they did things just as, if not worse, than the humans when they were under the influence.
It was sunset and she waited for him at the beach. Venice was always filled with freaks; some chemically induced, so it was a favorite spot for her to meet her hunters as most pedestrians here hardly noticed them as odd. She watched as the people walked by, talking on cell phones which were smaller than their hands, some whizzed by wearing small earpieces that allowed them to talk on their phones while riding bicycles or roller skating. She watched through her darkened sunglasses remembering only a decade before that it had been the small beeping boxes that were the way humans called out to one another, and the portable telephones a decade before that were the size of the music boxes some carried. Now the music boxes too had become small, and personal. Fewer and fewer shared their music openly, now favoring small devices with earpieces that went directly into their brains. Would everything soon become smaller and eventually completely internalized she wondered to herself, humans had been a puzzlement to her since the beginning. Seemingly unsure of what they personally wanted in favor of simply wanting what everyone else had.
He hated these days, the pills. While they were necessary and far better than the alternative, it didn’t make the inconvenience any easier. He put on his glasses and let his eyes adjust. The special lenses taking his drug distorted vision and clarifying it to a manageable blur. He took his cell phone out and focused to hit the speed dial combination that would get him to her.
“I’ll be here, and I’ll keep watch for you Hunter.” She closed her phone and slipped it back into her jacket. She too had become a slave to the devices of this century, rendering her available and locatable at any time. Something that in the past, was considered impossible, if she wanted to disappear she was impossible to locate. Even her car was now equipped with a satellite locator so the council could track her, but it wasn’t she who they needed to find. It was the dead bloods, and no technology created was able to do that. To find the dead bloods, they still needed a dark blood sentinel to track them, there was no technology in things that there was no money in and some things never changed.
“You know maybe you can call me by my name for a change,” his voice was laced with sarcasm, “And maybe I can call you..?”
She looked into his eyes as she uncrossed her legs and stood up “Sentinel” she finished his sentence, her voice completely impersonal and cold. “We have a busy night Hunter, and we are already behind.” As she walked off the boardwalk and to the street where her car was parked she smirked “So Hunter, I know those little blue pills control the curse,” she paused “Are you going to have trouble controlling that other side effect, you know the one that doesn’t have to do with your vision?”
To be continued…