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Chapter 1

"It's simple," Jez said, "You run. We chase. If we catch you, you die. We'll give you three minutes head start."

I rolled my eyes. Hunts used to be so much simpler when I was leader of the gang, but Jez beat me a year back, so now we had complicated games.

"Pick a weapon," she continued. She nudged at the pile of weapons at her feet, "hey, take more than one. Take as many as you like. My treat."

Thistle tried to stifle a giggle, but it broke through. Jez made a sharp gesture behind her, and the giggling stopped instantly. I tensed my muscles as the leader of the gang of skinheads in front of us dived for the pile. He came up with a gun, of course. They always picked guns.

Jez threw back her head and laughed as the skinhead pointed it at her.

She had one hand on her hip, her red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, and although I couldn't see her eyes, I knew they would be a flashing colour in between silver and blue.

Yep, she was beautiful, and yep, she knew it.

She lowered her head and fixed her gaze with the leader's. He didn't get the clue.

"Chase this," he said, and he fired the gun.

She moved at the last instant, twisting away, but the bullet passed through her arm. She glanced down and hissed.

"Do you know how much leather costs? Do you know how much a North Beach jacket costs?" she growled at the skin head, advancing menacingly.

I rolled my eyes again and groaned inwardly at her vanity, watching impatiently as she dodged the rest of the bullets that the skin head fired at her. She reached the skin head without getting hit again, and grabbed the front of his jacket, lifting him up off the ground.

"You better run, boy," she said, barely concealed excitement in her voice. She threw him hard and he sailed through the air a remarkable distance, hitting a tree a good twenty metres away. He scrambled up, fear widening his eyed, looked at Jez, glanced at his gang, then pelted to the woods.

The other gang members stared after him for a moment before plunging for the pile of weapons. They all came up holding guns. They fired them wildly, us, dodging the bullets that ripped through the air. I sent an exasperated telepathic message to Jez.

Can we go after them now? Or do you want to show off some more?

She glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes narrowing and flashing pure silver.

"I told them three minutes," she retorted out loud, not paying attention to the bullets, "You want me to break my word?"

A bullet whizzed towards her, I knocked her over so that I was lying on top of her. I glared into her wide shocked eyes.

"But... they're... not... running," I hissed at her with exaggerated patience. Not that I was feeling patient, "In case you haven't noticed!"

I have to admit I liked the way her body felt against mine, but Jez had other ideas. She kicked me off.

"This is my game. We play it my way!" she yelled, as outraged as a provoked snake.

The skin heads were scattering anyway. They'd finally figured out that shooting was pointless. Jez turned away from me.

"OK, now!" Jez called, "but the leader's mine."

The gang hollered yells that sounded like war cries. Val yelled "Yeeeehaw!" Thistle and Raven sprinted off next, and Pierce hung back, waiting to give his prey the illusion of escaping. Jez shot off after the leader, her hair rippling.

I sprinted after mine too, running through the close-set trees after my prey. He was shooting glances behind his back, and didn't see the tree root that tripped him up until it was too late. He sprawled on the floor then scrambled to his feet and backed away against a tree, holding the gun up.

"Stay... stay away," he said, his voice breaking.

I ignored him and opened my mouth into a grimace. I could feel my canines lengthening until they were long, slightly translucent and very, very sharp.

The skin head gasped as I moved forwards into a patch of moonlight. "Who are you?" he whispered.

"Death," I answered simply, talking easily in spite of the teeth. I lunged and my teeth, sharp as obsidian, pierced his neck. I drank deeply, hardly noticing when he struggled against me. His struggles got weaker and weaker until they stopped completely.

A telepathic call equivalent to a siren interrupted me as I drained the last drops of blood from the skin head.

Everybody! This is Jez. Come to me, right now! Drop what you're doing, and come!

She was almost hysterical, which was rare for Jez.

What's wrong? I called out telepathically to her.

I'll explain later, she said after a pause. I just found out that... it's not safe to feed here.

She cut the telepathic link short and I sprinted to the clearing where I could feel her power. I was the first one there. She was leaning against a tree, her eyes gazing unseeingly into the forest.

"What's wrong?" I asked out loud.

Her eyes flicked to mine and I was shocked at what I saw. She was panicked, and scared. I could see that in her eyes. It had replaced the usual bright excitement.

She took a deep breath, and pushed her hand through her hair. It fell through her hands like satin.

"Morgead, it's probably best not to feed tonight. I'll... I'll explain why tomorrow," she murmured.

I walked closer to her as the rest of the gang spilled through the trees.

"We'll hunt again tomorrow," she said immediately, "just go home now, all of you."

They went without question, although Val was sighing heavily. I stayed.

"I meant you too, you know," she said to me, her voice soft and dangerous.

"I'm not going until you tell me what's wrong," I said to her.

She glared at me for a second, than looked back into the trees.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I'm over-reacting, but I've got a bad feeling about this place."

She turned to walk away. I grabbed her arm to stop her and she turned, glancing at my hand on her arm, then at my eyes.

"Are you sure that you're alright, Jez? You're not the type of person to over-react."

She smiled softly. My heart beat faster. She was so beautiful when she smiled.

"I'm sure, Morgead. I just want to go home."

I stared at her silvery- blue eyes for a second longer, trying to read them then let her go. She walked away, and turned back to wave when she reached the fringe of the trees.

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