BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 195: On The Hunt

Chapter 195: On The Hunt

GRAYSON

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I opened the trunk of the car revealing the varieties of weapons, when I say weapons, I mean them literally, laid out, and singled in different types, shapes, and sizes. Guns, snipers, daggers, one of my fav, I was already ogling the different shapes and sizes of it before shifting my gaze to the crossbow and the custom arrows.

"Now this is Gem," my dad said checking out one of the 9 millimeters guns and pointing it in a direction like he was gonna shoot but I knew he was just sporting, my dad loves guns a lot.

"The shipment came well, now we have all we need" he states, dropping and grabbing another before reaching for the dagger, spinning it effortlessly around his fingers. "About the monster..."

I tied my hair behind in a bun. "Not yet identified"

"What do you mean not yet?"

"I tracked it but it was a dead end"

"And?" he urged.

I took some daggers and knives and placed them on my body. I do that a lot, you won’t even tell I had them on not until I reveal them. "Claws against the walls"

"One of the beasts then?"

"The Janitor died from something that looked like a snake bite, not a vampire bite"

His dark orbs looked puzzled now, but it all fell down to one thing.

"The creature is something we haven’t fought before"

He huffed. "Son our family has hunted beasts for centuries mostly the shapeshifters but that doesn’t mean we haven’t encountered unworldly creatures"

"Then it is a creature we haven’t killed in our generation"

He chuckled. "god sometimes I wish you had a sense of humor, but you don’t, everything around your face is bland and serious, I wonder who you took after"

He always say that and we were back to ’I took traits from my great grandfather’

"Which is why you will make an excellent Yeager, the pride of this family, and the next leader of our tribe, I expect a lot from you"

The same words again... all my life growing up I have been told the same thing, I was my dad’s pride, I have skills no one my age has achieved, I learned to hold a gun at the age of 3 without missing a target, my dad said I was born with a rare talent and one who will outshine them all. I was taught to kill, hunt, and mark my prey. This is not abusive parenting, this is how we live and our way of life. The regular training for a born son of the Yeagers is age 5 but I started at an earlier age which made me the perfect son.

"We will split" he cocked his gun, stashing more to his back outfit, although age was already getting to my dad {Which you could hardly tell} he was still built like he was in his thirties, a frame of a soldier and a killer same as I was, I learned everything I needed to know about life and killing from him.

"You handle the monster in your school, and I handle the woods where the beasts were spotted, you will go with-"

"I go alone"

He darted his black orbs at me. "Again?"

"Always"

He sighed. "You always insist on working alone, you should think of partners one day, get the job faster and easier"

I cocked a gun stashing it at my waist. "I work easier and faster alone, dad"

"Of course, I have never doubted you. But make sure you take care of this discreetly... no mistakes"

I faced him. "No mistakes"

He smiled like a proud dad gripping my shoulder and gently squeezing it.

"Make sure you boys are back home early for dinner, I’m not heating this up" My mom’s voice came from the window upstairs as she poked her head out giving us a smile.

"You heard the lady, back home for dinner on time"

"Always" I grumbled.

"And what did my sweet baby boy say?" She mused, giving me that signature smile of hers, running her hand through her dim blonde hair.

I just told her the word ’Always’ in sign language and she smiled more brightly and signed ’I love you,’

When I was born and coming to the age of speaking I had trouble with it, the doctors diagnosed me as mute, so I lived half of my life using sign language until one day I uttered the word ’Mom’ that day was in my memory burned there, I could still remember the tears of joy my mom gave me as well as raining kisses to my face much to my disagreement. I was 12 when I first said the word, the doctors ruled it out as a miracle.

"Jimmy, sam! Let’s get moving" My dad said to the others getting ready to head out.

"What’s our code?" he asked me, a tradition we have lived through for years.

"Take what you can..."

"...and by blood, we pay the price" he completed, I could already hear it from the other party.

I stashed my arrows behind the pouch in my back, it was time to hunt a monster.

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I pulled up my truck hidden in the woods, before climbing out and walking to the school gate. I peek scanning my eyes in the quiet building, too quiet, which could only mean one thing, a monster is lurking around. I pulled the black material to cover my mouth and nose before walking into the school. I pulled my arrow behind me when I spotted something, and placing it on my crossbow, not medieval, but modernized, shaping it to the size I want.

I came to a sudden stop when I found out that what I spotted was indeed a body. Yet another victim and this wasn’t poisoned to death like the janitor, this was mauled to death. I squat tilting my head to the side as I studied the mark on the bloody flesh, this is definitely not the work of a werelion even though it looks like it, this was something else. Poison and then claw marks? Could it be that there are two monsters? It was nothing I couldn’t handle.

A power growl shook from within the school and I darted my green eyes at it. Even the growl sounded different.

Seems like I’m gonna be dealing with a creature I haven’t dealt with before that’s for sure. I walked through the doors. Inside was dead quiet like a graveyard, I pointed my crossbow in every direction the moment I walked in, it was very dark too but nothing my eyes couldn’t adjust to, I was used to the dark, I have hunted deep in the woods without a source of light, it was part of being a Yeager, we were trained, groomed at such a young, and taught many things that people my age shouldn’t know... all this was what it meant to be a Yeager, we have come from a very long history.

I stopped when I spotted something against the ground, I was forced to squat and feel the liquid with my fingers, rubbing them together at the texture.

"Blood," I said moving my gaze to the rest of the place, lockers were all over the place, and more claw marks, I moved to one and felt my hand on the pattern, this particular one wasn’t the one that mauled the guard to death... this was different, sharper and deeper. The realization struck me, I didn’t know I would find one here but it seems like it, we were right coming to this town, a town rumored for its strong land and the center of the supernatural world and where one of the strongest supernatural beings resides.

"Werelions"

I studied the rest of the place, it was mixed with that creature and the werelion. "A fight" I mumbled, training my eyes around. A fight between the werelion and the creature broke out here and judging from it, it was intense and the blood definitely did not belong to this creature but the werelion. "It was injured"

I have a jackpot in my hand, I get to kill both the creature and the werelion in one night. I readied my bow walking further... This couldn’t be more fun for me.

It was like the growl that echoed was a dream to me, because I haven’t heard a single thing at all. I tried focusing on the walls hoping to see claw marks but I found none... only just at the scene of the fight, weird. Then how did it get around?

*Loud Clang Sound*

At the sharp draw of my breath, I pointed to the classroom the sound came from, the moonlight slipped in now like daylight. Not taking my eyes off the classroom I walked in, slow and faint that not even a mouse could tell I was there, I projected where I heard that sound from, it was at the back of the class just behind a table, so I sauntered there lagging and steady and just when I was about to turn I sped up and got ready to fire but I paused as my body went numb.

The panting sound of her breath filled my ears and that odd feeling from before got to me, her big green eyes staring at me like she had just witnessed an explosion.

"Emma?"

Her fear-struck eyes were replaced with shock.

"G-Grayson?"

What the fuck was she doing here? And in her... Pajamas?