Zoey
"Huntrix! What are you doing abou this?!"
"Is the threat short term or a long term issue?"
"Should the government begin arming to prepare?"
"How extensively can they disguise themselves?!"
In a few short hours, our entire world had become a crushing barrage of these questions. Why hadn't we told the public more? Why hadn't we prepared them incase this happened?
Why was I so arrogant?
I shook my head as I felt Rumi's hand on my shoulder. A glance back at her and she looked ready to cry. "Zo..." She circled me in her arms. I breathed, a ragged cry taking the wind out of me that I let out into her coat as she rubbed my back. I could hear Mira angrily pushing off reporters with a broom before slamming the door and sighing.
"This is getting ridiculous." She grumbled dryly before walking over and slipping her arms around me from behind. My panic began to calm as I let the cries out steadily, relaxing as Mira brushed my hair and Rumi whispered sweet nothings to me.
"So.. Sorry girls." I sniffled, sitting up as Rumi dried my face with a lotioned tissue.
"It's ok Zo. It's... It's a lot to handle all of a sudden."
"Yeah, no kidding. Practically slew a hundred demons yesterday and they keep poppin up."
"Gwi-ma must have survived somewhere. We have to find him and end it here and now."
"What... Go to the demon realm?" I asked with a nervous gulp.
"Ya. It's time we take the fight to them. If we couldn't kill Gwi-ma for good in our world, then let's kick his ass in his!" She slammed a fist into her palm, giving me a confident smile as Rumi nodded along with crossed arms and a snort.
"Well... We gotta find out where."
"Meaning we gotta capture a demon and get them to talk."
"Yeah!"
"Huntrix Strong!" We all clapped hands, grinning as we resolved to start hunting first chance we got. But. A quick couch break, first.
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Baby Saja
I fixed the smudge along the edge of my lip as the body slumped weakly behind me. I chuckled, watching it turn to purple ash, then nothing. No evidence, and my hunger well sated. Well, groupies should know better.
"Sir!" My dope of a manager ran over to me, carrying some papers.
"What is it, Bobby?" I crossed my arms, forehead already starting to ache at the idea he had something to pester me with.
"The network wants to know if your interested in a collab event!"
"Hm. More notoriety." A quick snatch of his papers as I scrolled over them. "With... Huntrix?!"
"Yeah! Ohhh You are just gonna love my girls!" He beamed, and my forehead ached worse. He was their manager, too?! Was I never to be free of them?!
I took a deep breath, considering my options. The new allias and style kept me safe, but those girls would never be caught unaware. So. We played this straight. "Ya know what? That sounds like a great idea." I grinned wider. "Just, a few conditions."
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Zoey
I ran across the stage as I smelled that ass here. The girls shouted after me, but I didn't care. He was near our BOBBY!
"SAJA!" I slammed open his dressing room door and locked it behind me, teeth bared and violence in my eyes.
"It's Sae-ah now, Huntbitch." He turned, arms crossing as he glared angrily. His mirror was shattered with a bloody print.
"You. You brought the demons back."
"I did no such thing."
"Liar!" I cornered him. "Once a servant of Gwi-ma, always a servant of Gwi-ma."
He glared angrily, leaning forward in an attempt at fury
"I am no one's fucking servant, anymore."
"That right, little boy?"
"It is, Huntbitch."
I stepped into his space, stabbing a dagger through the mirror behind him as he quivered beneath me for a second. The shards scattered beheath us both as I leaned over him.
He was so... weak. So vulnerable now. His eyes were shaking with fear. I had never seen someone so... afraid of me before. Adoring. Admiring. Hope seeking. Disappointed. Sad.
Never Afraid. "Why shouldn't I kill you? Here, and now?" His lip quivered slightly. His hand grjpped onto the vanity a little tighter, the muscles tightening beneath the fishnet gloves.
"H.. hey..." He muttered. His voice shook. "H. Hold on... we.. we can... t-"
He doesn't deserve to live. He's so walled up. So guarded. I should break those walls.
Break him.
Break him.
BREAK HIM
BREAK HIM DOWN!
I don't know what came over me exactly. I was just so... everything. Angry. Scared. Frustrated. Overwhelmed by the sheer weight of my responsibility when the screams of the dying were as loud as sirens in my ear now
"Beg."
"..." I gripped onto the collar of his vest.
"Beg. For. Your. Life."
The shake of his lips as my knife pressed to his neck before slowly, sinfully pressing him to his knees was a new found kind of pleasure.
Yes. I am in control.
I grinned as my fingers tangled amidst his hair. I giggled as his whimpers changed to moans as my shoes slipped away and my legs fell between his. I don't know what came over me as his arms wrap around me. I don't know what I was thinking as his lips painted marks up my stomach and his claws found a home in my back.
I only knew how good it felt to have him pressing me against that mirror. The warmth of his breath on my thighs, my chest, my neck. The control I held in my hands for the first time in my entire life as I whispered directions, growled orders, moaned commands in twisted ears so eager to listen.
The feeling of stopping him, moments from satisfaction, making him wait as I adjusted. Making Saja long for me. Desire me. Yearn for me. This wasn't about his life. I doubt it ever was. This was something darker. Something heavier. The way he stared at me. The way he followed my words like plucking strings on a harp, amd how eagerly he plucked at mine back. How his fangs felt everywhere I put them, how his voice shuddered perfectly with each piece of furniture we shattered.
I felt... Alive.
I felt so in control. I was obsessed.