The Hunter and The Hunted

**WARNING

THIS BOOK CONTAINS Abuse, CNC, BDSM, and forced proximity**

I squirm beneath him, rolling my hips so he can get impossibly deeper, and it feels fucking amazing, he is amazing. He touches me with so much passion, and so much desperation that it shakes me inside out. But that's a good thing. Moments like these are what i live for.

I scream, throwing my head back as i orgasm all over his dick, my mystery man thrusting deeper as he cums inside of me.

We disn't wear protection, but that doesn't matter.

I like to break the rules.

I look up at his face, trying to see who it was who rocked my world for me, but just as our eyes meet, mine fly open, and i am transported back to my small bedroom in a rundown house.

I can’t remember the last time that my life felt normal, in fact, it had been abnormal for so long that I had almost forgotten what normal was. Almost. But I had kind of come to terms with the fact I will never know what it feels like to have friends or know what it is like to attend a public school. It is just something that I must live with, for now.

I longed for the things that I couldn't have. It was a bad habit, but I did it anyway. I had even gotten up the courage to ask a few times if I could go to the local high school in one of the towns we often visited, but it was too dangerous, and we moved house that often that it would only make the authorities more suspicious of us.

In other words, it was a big fat no.

A normal life was completely out of the question, I’d never have it, no matter how much I craved the life of an average citizen.

Nathanial, my father, was a hunter, and so were both of my brothers, Jake and Sean. I would be too, if only I could complete the necessary trials. I just had to make my first kill, then I’d get my licence from the high council. Not that I wanted it. Just a few more weeks and any hope I had of going to college would be gone forever.

I had thought of running away of course, tried it a few times too, but it was impossible, my father had unlimited recourses at his disposal, if I tried to do it again, he would find me within a day. Two at most. He was excellent at his job, too good if you asked me.

But I had a plan, I just needed a little longer to perfect the details, just a few more weeks maybe, I know I’m cutting it close. But I must make sure that everything is perfect, otherwise I’ll end up right back here. Trapped.

No matter how many times I voiced my hatred of our life, it didn't change a thing, and it didn't change the fact that I was born into the most powerful hunter family in the states. Everyone who heard my last name practically shit themselves. They'd always make lame excuses to get away from me as quickly as possible. Normal humans were pathetic. They were terrified of everything.

I quickly changed into a pair of leggings, a thin sports bra and a pair of running shoes, grabbing my headphones before heading out into the early morning rain. I didn’t mind running in the rain, if anything, I preferred it, it kept me cool, and sometimes, it even helped me think. My body was made to withstand a lot, even a bullet, though it would be painful, there was a chance I would heal on my own. It was something in my blood, one of the many things that made me different from the average nineteen-year-old.

I loved her family, and we were close, most of the time, but I couldn’t always speak my mind, especially when it came to my father, he didn’t understand me. Not one bit. I had tried, I’d tried so hard that I’d embarrassed myself in front of other hunters, and even embarrassed him a few times. But it never changed his mind. I would become one of them, just as I was always destined to.

I put my earphones in my ears and pressed shuffle, heavy metal music blasting through the tiny speakers as I stretched my legs, the rain pounding down on me from the sky above, I’d get a cramp if I didn’t stretch, and that was a nightmare I didn’t want to deal with at five am.

I ran the same circuit every day, past the school, down to the river, around the cemetery and back to the small house on the edge of a street that looked just like all the rest. The house we had called home for the past six or seven weeks.

I was so sick of run down houses in backwards towns that I barely remembered the names of. The people were all the same, they looked at me like I was a freak. And maybe I was, but it wasn’t their place to judge that. Especially when half of them were either high school dropouts or aired on sixteen and pregnant years ago and now won’t let anyone forget their fifteen seconds of fame.

Fuck small towns and fuck their backwards ways of thinking, i shook my head and picked up the pace, running as fast as my legs would take me. Running was a release for me, it burnt away my anger like water on a fire, it helped me to think more clearly, and right now, I needed all the help I could get. I felt like I would explode from the supressed anger inside of me.

The high council for hunters made sure that all our needs were met, and they even gave my brothers and I an allowance to spend on whatever we wanted. But to me it was just blood money. The council wanted us to risk our lives for their own benefit, so of course they would want to make us more agreeable. They don’t want any type of rebellion, not from hunters or their children.

I was the top huntress in my age range, even without trying, and I had the experience to match, but I still hadn’t made my first kill, and to them, that was a problem. It looked bad, not just for me, but for my entire family and the council two. It made people talk.

But what they didn’t know was that I had been avoiding it for months, carefully letting creatures go when no one was looking. The creatures of night just want to live their lives, just like everyone else.

Who made it their decision to eradicate an entire race or several from the world just because of what they were?