13 Hunting or betrayal?
A couple of days had soon passed since Ash and Jacklyn said goodbye to Scarlett and had a little scrap between themselves. Okay, maybe a little bigger than a basic fight. Both left in critical if not almost fatal position. They both had increased healing due to being a werewolf and a hybrid so, it wasn't that much of a fatal position to them. It had been a while since anybody heard anything from Scarlett. Not since she left to go sort some "personal business" out. It had been a while since she contacted Ash in fact, she never contacted him at all. Ash and Jacklyn were recovering at home. Awaiting for Jacklyn to recover, Ash kept an eye on her so they could go out looking for Scarlett soon.
Not too long after, Scarlett has arrived at the once so famous Hunters mansion coloured Black with grey. due to it's very old age the outside walls as far up as you could see were cracked. The steps out next to the massive entrance were still stone. They were still in perfect order almost like they had been looked after everyday. It was weird to see such a old crackled building with perfect stone steps. The Windows were covered in bars and board, Almost like someone was hiding something or someone in there and didn't want anyone to know. It was the exact same way she remembered when she left there. The big massive Iron black painted Gates still standing On the other hand the garden had overgrown and not looked after but overall nothing had changed at all. Scarlett stood there, outside the gates. She placed her bag down and looked up to the top of the building and sighed.
"Do I really wanna do this? Do you need to do this Scarlett?? Yes. I have to. I know it'll come across as betrayal to Ash but I have to." Scarlett spoke to herself.
Scarlett picked up her bags and placed her free hand on the cold metal fence. She tightened her grip and pushed the gates open. The gates screeched open, swinging freely In the cold summer breeze, It was about 2am so everything was silent. All you could hear was the sound of Scarlett's studded boots thumping as she walked. She walked Down the cobblestone path leading to the stairs and placed a shaking foot on the first of six steps. She didn't think twice and make her way up them but hesitantly knocked at the door and Waited for a opening. The door slowly opened, Once the figure lay eyes on Scarlett they pulled out a gun and pointed it to her head. In a flash, with instant reflexes, Scarlett had grabbed a knife from the back of her leather trousers and held it against their neck. Scarlett was well known for having the fastest vampire hunter reflexes. When she was a hunter.
"Scarlett..?" Manson said confused,
"Manson" Scarlett replied monotone.
"Put the gun down. I'm here to talk, I don't want trouble." Scarlett said.
Manson put the gun down and Scarlett slid the knife back into her pocket.
"What the hell are you doing here? I'm not offering my blood. You vampire. " Manson snapped.
"Woah.. Actually Manson I'm here to talk, I want you to train me. I want to hunt again" Scarlett lied.
"Wait what, You. Scarlett. One of the best hunters for the fastest reflexes and most vampires slayed, want to start hunting Again. Why?" Manson questioned.
"Yes. I do, I have something I need to take care of. Please?" Scarlett begged.
Manson sighed to himself, opened the door wider and let her in. Manson peeked outside to make sure nobody was there following her then closed the door behind Scarlett.
Scarlett and Manson walked into the massive sized ball room. To the far right was the living room, laid carefully with carpet, slat grey with a hint of dusty grey coloured patches, the sofas were made out of the best quality leather you could pay for followed by an open fire place decorated with a massive mantle piece picture and a fire guard as protection from falling soot and coal. Candles were evenly placed on the shelf at either side. There was a massive bookshelf in the corner, there was mantles and cases of vampire hunting weapon's; stakes, guns, knives, and even swords to finish off the room. Placed in the centre of the room was a glass coffee table surrounded by the sofas. The room was lit by a very dim light.
Scarlett placed her bag down at the end of the table and then walked over the the couch. Manson and Scarlett sat down and he poured them a glass of cold whiskey.
"So, Tell me, What happened with you and Tate? Last thing I remember was being chained up and you, Tate and Ash all had a huge scrap. Is Tate around?" Scarlett asked sipping her whiskey.
"No. The wounds he was given by Ash were far too extent and he didn't recover, unfortunately. They were just too fatal, you know. Ash missed most of my organs, thank goodness But, when your stabbed almost directly in the heart and lungs its a different story. When Ash threw something at Tate, It pierced his chest. His heart in fact. He also has his head smashed against the wall. So Lucky, I managed to live. I recovered. But Tate.. He didn't. Ash killed Tate Scarlett." Manson explained with emotion in his voice..
"I'm so sorry, you knew I never wanted that for him. Ash shouldn't of done that. I'm sorry." Scarlett apologized.
"Why the hell do you care. You're just a vampire, You don't Care about anybody but yourself and that hybrid of yours. You drink the blood of innocent people and call it your lifestyle. That's disgusting." Manson snapped.
"That's not true. I am more than just a vampire. You seem to forget that I use to hunt. There is still some vengeance left inside me. I know almost a week has gone since you and Tate tortured me, but times have changed. But why? Why haven't you locked me up yet? or attempted to attack me. Seemed the other day you really wanted to, So why haven't you yet?" Scarlett questioned
"Well you seem different. You came back here of your own free will. Now, You were tortured to almost death here. Yet, You still came back. So that clearly shows you're not afraid to put your life on the line for something you want or believe in and I can respect that. That is the hunter I once remembered. Then everything changed, You met that Ash. But I know why your here. So, I will train you again, But I don't think you need much training and you have to make a deal with me." Manson said finishing his whiskey.
"What kind of deal exactly? If you think I will kill Ash just for your vengeance. I wont. What deal are we talking out here? Because I'm not doing anything to extreme like killing someone." Scarlett said finishing her drink and pouring another glass.
"In order for me to train you again, for you to stay here. I want, I need you to stop drinking blood. I don't allow vampires in my house. I don't allow blood drinkers here either, So for me to train you, you need to stop doing all that stuff. Deal?" Manson demanded.
What!? You want me to do what! Stop drinking blood, the one thing my life depends on. Manson, You know I cant do that. As much as I would love to, I cant, Please respect that." Scarlett exclaimed.
"Well, No teaching how to hunt again then, Scarlett. I know you depend on it. I know, and its disgusting, But a hunter never drinks blood. We're meant to hate their very existence and here you are. I've set my deal out there. You stop drinking it, or you can leave." Manson said with a strong attitude showing he was serious.
Scarlett sighed to herself and placed her head into her hands for a while. She soon flipped her head up and made direct eye contact with Manson. She pulled her attention away and pushed herself into the chair and sighed once again.
"Fine, I will. Only for this deal. Suppose you are wanting my vampire blood drinking stuff out my bag?" Scarlett asked.
Manson smiled and nodded then got up and grabbed Scarlett's bag and sat down next to her and handed her the bag. Scarlett opened it. As she promised she handed everything to him; Blades, syringes, blood bottles. Everything. Everything but Ash's hybrid blood as she promised him she wouldn't let it fall into the wrong hands. So she pushed it to the bottom of her bag and covered it up so no one would know it was there. Then instantly closed her bag and placed it back on the floor next to her feet.
