C6 Mum and Dad have been killing too?

LAURA

I stretch lazily as I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the dimly lit room. I can barely see things clearly. I move my hand unconsciously to feel something soft. I look down at my hand and realize it's a bed.

An alarm rings in my brain all of a sudden. It's a bed, but not my bed. The memory of the previous events and my blackout hits me. Instinctively, I search around for a weapon, anything, but all my attempts end in failure. The only things in the room are a bed and a sofa.

Someone turns on the light switch, and I squint my eyes away from the light and slowly open them back. Gradually, my eyes adjust to the light, and I see the woman from the previous night before the door.

I spring at her, ready to strangle her on sight. I feel two hands, soft but strong, pull me away from her.

"You might want to calm down, Laura. We are not your enemy," she says.

I halt my speech. I remember it somewhere. Finally, it comes to me—the memory of my encounter with the woman who had a dragon tattoo. She said the same thing. I turn to look at whoever held me. She's a brunette, five feet tall, her hair probably dyed pink.

"And why should I believe two maniacs who abducted me?" I ask with an angry expression.

She lets go of me and gradually takes off her top. I look at her like she's insane. What is she trying to prove? She's not going to strip before me, right? I stare at her bare back in awe.

"Holy shit!" I exclaim in shock. She has the dragon tattoo, hers broader, bigger, and brighter. She turns to me as I stare at her chest. She has nothing on, and it makes me go red in the face.

"Get a hold of yourself, girl. You have important matters to sort out here," I mentally warn myself.

"Do you understand me now?" she asks, narrowing her eyes at me. She can probably tell I have a series of questions to ask. She smiles at me.

"Judging from your look, I can tell you are surprised. I've been there, trust me, and there are hundreds of our kind in the world. I'm Snow, by the way, and my friend over there is Kaitlin."

I frown, not liking the word "friend."

"Oh, you mean your friend who tried to murder me?" I ask.

"She didn't try to murder you; she did murder you. You died," she says.

"I what?" I ask, panicking. "No, I can't die now. I'm 19, for fuck's sake. I have a brother and parents. I attend high school. I have a life," I fidget.

"Laura, you died, but you aren't dead," Snow says.

I look at Snow, wondering what she means by that. She's beginning to sound like a crazy teenager.

"Are you guys psychopaths or something?" I ask.

"No, Laura. You see, when you died, it triggered the hunter side of you. I can tell you hardly know anything about yourself. Your human self died last night, but your hunter self remains alive. Didn't you notice earlier?" Snow explains.

I bite on my lower lip, trying to make sense of the conversation, but I bet nothing.

"Laura, you could see without the lights on in the room," she yells out loud, frustrated.

It dawns on me all of a sudden—the feeling of being refreshed, the dim lights.

"Oh no," I yell, brushing my hands on my face. "You caused this."

I lunge at Kaitlin once more. This time, Snow doesn't flinch. I throw punches, a couple of kicks, and fists into thin air. After all attempts to get to her proved abortive, I finally give up, panting heavily.

"She told you we are not your enemies," Snow says.

I look up at Kaitlin with a smug grin on her face. I'm so embarrassed that I couldn't even get my finger on her. I look away from her, facing Snow. She stands there with the same expression.

"How did she even get her dragon tattoo, not to talk of the Slayer? She couldn't even get close to me. You should've seen her last night, crying for help. She couldn't even hunt down a newly turned wolf. How did she kill the previous ones?" I could sense pure sarcasm in her voice, but I could pay less attention to her. But did she mention a newly turned wolf?

"Edna was a wolf," I say.

"Yes, she is, not was, darling. It wasn't hard to tell. She couldn't control her urges. Newly turned wolves are nothing but horny, and they go crazy when they catch a scent of arousal during that period. She is newly turned and couldn't keep her identity hidden for an hour around you. She called the shots; you pulled the trigger," Snow explains.

I lower my head in disgrace. It's really embarrassing that everyone knows how aroused I was.

"Are there more?" I ask.

"You mean more wolves?" Snow asks.

I nod in response to Snow's question.

"Why do I feel the urge to kill, the urge to hurt people?" I ask.

"Oh, please, spare me those. They aren't people; they are nothing but animals. You should be able to control your urge to kill. We are better than those things," Snow says.

"You said there are more like me," I say.

"Yes, there are, Laura. You would be introduced to them soon. But till then, when you spot a prey, do not make hasty decisions. Kaitlin would be in charge of your introduction. But before then, have a nice nap," Snow says.

On hearing the words "nice nap," I scream.

"Fuck, I'd be dead if I get home late. I need to leave now!"

I hear a scoff coming from Kaitlin.

"Scaredy cat, we've got it handled already," she says.

I grumble lowly at Kaitlin. Why does she not like me?

"And how did you do that?" I ask, glancing daggers at Kaitlin.

"It's okay, Laura. I've had it covered. Never mind Kaitlin's attitude. She's like that with new ones," Snow says.

"And I wonder why you have a soft spot for her. You aren't into her by chance, right?" I watch as Kaitlin accuses Snow.

"If I have a soft spot for her, that's my problem to deal with, Kait. Now get out and let her have her rest. She died today, leaving her human side, and you know well what it means to annoy a turning hunter," Snow says.

Kaitlin shrugs at first before thumping the ground angrily and moving out of the room, leaving Snow and me all alone. I look at and away from her awkwardly.

"It's okay to feel shy. I was at first too. Take your time, take a nap or something. It's time Kaitlin would fetch you," Snow says.

And with that, she moves out of the room. I slump into bed, thinking hard. I wasn't completely alone. I have a family, true ones. Then, sudden realization hits me.

"If my bloodline descends from hunters, then Mum and Dad have been killing too?"