1 Bones, The Hunter.

Three black and blue police cars pulled up outside a bar and a pub named Rave. That was one of the hottest pubs in the entire city. About 10 minutes ago, someone called the police and said someone had caught fire.

The owner of this place was a rich man of the second generation, who would have their uniforms for dinner if the situation is not disseminated. The cops came out of the car and took control right away. Two people were stationed at the doors and the remaining four went inside.

The crawling crowd was disciplined by the police. He said, "Who called the precinct?"

A girl in gothic makeup presented herself. She spoke with a stutter, "I did, Officer."

The first officer glanced at the young lady who was barely an adult. He asked in a profound voice, "Please tell what you saw." as he pulled a voice recorder from his utility belt.

The girl said, "I was on the second floor. I had to use the ladies' room to relieve myself when I found a couple. They kissed one another. Suddenly, the girl opened her mouth to bite his neck.

I turn my face in shame, but the next thing that happened was a scream. I looked back and saw a silhouette that was burning quickly. The other person has vanished. The fire was so strong that I couldn't figure out if the victim was a male or a female."

The officer sighed and asked, "Young lady, have you been drinking tonight?"

The Gothic girl answered, "Yes, five glasses of vodka."

The officer said, "Miss, you might have hallucinated a bit. Vodka does that to people."

The girl said, "But officer, can you at least check the toilet? There was a mound of ashes. Please." looking at her pitiful eyes. The officer nodded and came to the second-floor restroom. He pushed open the door, his gaze skimmed the floor. He found nothing wrong, turned around, and said to the girl, "Miss, it's all clear, you can use the washroom. Next time go easy on the Vodka."

The girl rubbed her eyes vigorously when she saw that the ash mound was gone. She apologized to the officer. The officer let her go because she drank a little too much. The pub resumed its usual operation.

A man passed by the gothic girl who stood at the doors after sending the policemen away. The girl asked, "Excuse me, were you inside the restroom just now?" she blinked and the next moment the man vanished.

The girl turned pale as she muttered, "I need to go home and no vodka. Hallucinating so much is not good." she thought the policeman was right. After shaking her head, the girl left for her home.

In a distance, a man with dark eyes, wearing a hood, sighed. He muttered under his breath, "Close call, Bones." he was the man inside the restroom. He was the one who set that girl on fire. He walked away with peace in his mind.

...

Thirty minutes ago, a fair-faced cold temperamental boy walked inside the pub. He came and sat down in front of the bar counter. The guy swayed his head lightly to the loud beats playing in the background. It was as if he was a regular at these sorts of places. He asked the bartender, "A rum and coke."

The bartender nodded and filled him up a drink. The guy turned his chair, his gaze was now set on the dance floor. It was as if he was looking for someone. Suddenly he felt a gaze locked onto him. Tracked the source, he found a girl with brown hair looking at him with a tempting smirk. The girl looked beautiful. The shimmering lights reflecting on her seductive face made her more mesmerizing. He raised his glass to her.

The girl returned the gesture from the second floor. She then returned to her activities. The guy however seemed to be entranced by her and kept staring in her direction. Only when someone accidentally ran into him did he wake up from the trance. The person apologized as he left, holding a drink.

...

The girl on the second floor was socializing when she said, "You guys carry on, I will be back."

It was a natural action, and half-drunk people around her did not care. She stood up and turned towards a gallery leading to the restroom. On the way, she called over a waitress, whispered something in her ears, and left.

The waitress rushed down the stairs. Her gaze skimmed through the crowd when she felt a cold breath next to her face. A voice entered her ears, "Are you looking for me, sweets?"

The waitress turned and saw a handsome face with bright eyes looking at her. She wanted to flinch back, but the guy smiled as he bent down his head. He asked in a magnetized voice, "Did I scare you?"

The waitress shook her head. A faint red tint was visible on her cheeks under the colorful lights. She said to the guy, "Someone is looking for you, come with me please."

The guy nodded and gestured her to lead the way. He knew who was looking for him. His eyes were locked onto that person. The moment he saw her fiery figure swaying away from the crowd, he was prepared. The waitress looking at the bar counter just affirmed his doubt. Thus, he came to the waitress as to not delay the meeting.

The waitress led him upstairs to the gallery where a girl with a charming face and a fiery figure was waiting with her body leaned against the wall. The girl was wearing an off-shoulder black dress. Her long wavy black hair rested over her shoulder, a valley of softness was revealed from the deep cut in her dress. It was as if a river of darkness flowing beside the snowy mountain. Her long legs were wrapped in fishnet stocking as she stood on her high heels.

A smile rested on her seductive lips. She stood up as the guy came over. She waved her hand at the waitress and let her leave. As she watched the waitress leave, she said to the guy in front of her, "You have charmed our little waitress. How does that feel?"

The guy smiled back and said, "I even made you look for me. I am aware of my irresistible charm, nothing new, I would say."

The girl chuckled as she covered her perky lips with her hand. She said, "I did not expect you to be a narcissist."

The guy returned her jab, "I did not expect you to be so slow either." his voice was calm and brimming with confidence. The girl raised her eyebrow and came in front of him, with her eyes locked with his gaze.

She spoke, "Slow is it?" her hand was now resting on the guy's crotch.

Sparks of lust ignited. The guy hooked her waist and pinched her breast. The girl let out a moan. He bent his head down, whispered in her ear, "Should I take you down here?"

It was a gallery and everyone can look at what was happening as they passed by. The girl replied with a whisper, "The restroom. Come."

She led the guy to the restroom as she held his wrist. The guy followed her. The moment they were inside, the girl turned around. Her lusty red lips took charge, and she gave the man a fiery kiss. The guy did not back off and his hand pinched her proud peaks. The girl let out a moan. This was a chance. The guy invaded her mouth with his tongue. He boldly explored the uncharted territory that has just been claimed.

The two people were still at the door. He lifted the girl in his arms with her legs circled his waist. The two people were kissing each other so intensely as if they would suck each other. None of them backed off for even an inch. Until after a minute did the two back off simultaneously. The guy rained down the girl's neck with a shower of short kisses. This action of his seemed to have simulated the girl and she let out a moan.

Suddenly, the girl opened her mouth wide, her eyes turned red. They were locked onto the guy's nape. It was unknown when he took down the man's hood, but at this moment she had no interest in his face. She leaned in to bite his nape when suddenly she felt a cold feeling coming from her stomach. This sudden chill seemed to have woken her up. She glanced at the guy in front of her, an angular face, long hair, cold gray eyes, a playful smile on his lips.

Her eyes widened with shock, she mumbled, "Bones the hunter." The guy smiled, "Too late." as he pointed at her abdomen, their five silver needles were stabbed.

The girl suddenly screamed and her whole body caught fire. In an instant, an intense fire engulfed her, turning her to the ashes. Bones had already taken a few steps back, as he sensed a human outside. Before Bones could do anything he heard a voice, "Hello, Epiphany City Police? I am calling from the Rave nightclub. Someone is on fire. Please come quick."

Bones shook his head, glanced at the ash mound in front of him. His eyes glowed as the ash mound flew up in the air. He waved his hand and the ash mound flew straight to the toilet. He then flushed the content, peeked outside the door. He sneaked out when he found no one around. His next stop was the surveillance room.

He wasted little time, directly removed the recording for the whole day, returned to the bar counter where people were gathered together. After the police performed a brief inspection, he left the place.

...

After navigating through the streets, Bones came to a tall building. With no hesitation, he walked inside. The guards were about to move forward when the guy took off his hood and revealed his face. His face surprised the guards, they did not expect this person to be here. After glancing at his face, not only did they let him in but, the look in their eyes changed.

The lady at the reception was about to ask who he was and what he wanted. The guy however did not stop and took the elevator directly. The receptionist stood up but then a colleague beside her said, "Don't bother, this might be your first time here. This person was President Bones Smith. He owns the top penthouse here."

The receptionist was stunned. This was the owner of the most expensive flat in the whole building. This building was one of the most expensive residential complexes in the city. The wealth of the owners here was nothing short of the top rich man on the planet.

...

Bones came inside his house and closed the door. He took off his jacket and revealed a chiseled upper body filled with light scars. The guy came out on the balcony and sighed as he looked at the city below. He muttered, "Bones, the hunter." then he scoffed at the name.