come at me*[RYLAND]

[jack]

HAIL MARY FORGIVE ME

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Why did supernatural like to lurk in the creepiest of places? Sure, everything was dark, but did it always have to be an abandoned territory. The irking feeling of most places had come and gone from bothering him, but it was still more annoying than anything. Out of all the places, this one had to be the weirdest. Jackson had the feeling he knew what went on here before, but he wasn’t going to try to lurk around to see if he was right. Some things were better to seek out and find. Others, he thought might have been better under the rug and kept quiet. It wasn’t important. Not in the grand scheme of things. What he thought was interesting was how many supernatural ran around here. All of them were so predictable. There had only been a few unpredictable ones in his life time, and their mostly the ones that got away. So not too many out there.

Still, it didn’t mean that he had to let his guard down just because he knew what to expect. That was probably the number one lead to the deaths of hunters. Letting the guard down. The other one was just jumping into a situation dependent on rage. Anger. Quick but not thinking at all. If you could be quick and think, that was the perfect rage combination for a hunter. However, that took years of practice. Which really wasn’t a big option. For him, he couldn’t be angry when he was hunting. Passionate and determined, sure, but not emotions flying everywhere. He had to teach himself to remain calm. There was some fear in it, especially close situations. Nothing that would distract his hunt too much. He had been doing this enough where everything was a routine process. It varied in direction but had the same ending result if he was doing his job correctly. Jackson honestly wouldn’t know what to do if he weren’t a cop.

He stepped lightly, making it slow but alert. It was around here somewhere. He knew it was. He had been tracking down this monster for a week now. Not very long in his terms of what he could have, but this was too dangerous to be letting it go more than a week. It just came in about a month ago and was already making a huge increasing in the missing people category. Vampire. Figures. Some say that he grouped supernatural all the same, which wasn’t true. He believed all of them were evil and needed to die, but he didn’t group them the same. Some were more quick with evil and more dense with it. Faeries just fed on human emotions. But they were rascally little devils doing so. Shapeshifters were just animals, but man could they easily fake an attack and make it look like an accident. All these things. Vampires and werewolves were probably the most fatal and most common to humans. They weren’t to be trusted by any means.

He ducked behind one of the larger buildings and heard them. A couple of footsteps. No, not just one pair, but a couple of them. That was strange. There had been no indication before that this vampire was traveling and working with someone. It seemed like this vampire had wanted to be by himself and collect his own rewardings. He supposed that it could have been another hunter, but there was no chance of that yet. He had given the hunting community a week to track this guy down before Jackson got involved, and it didn’t happen. So now he was ready to take some serious action into this. With a swift move, he pulled forward and saw the tall, lanky beast in front of him. It was time to act now. The vampire smelled him before Jackson reached the point (which he had expected) and flung across. For a moment, the group just stared and circled each other, waiting for one of them to strike. However, Jackson shot with the gun in his other hand to distract, then staking the creature without even giving it a chance to looking up from the sound of the shooting.

This was easier than he thought. Maybe the beast wasn’t as bad as thought. Just stealthy. Taking his stake (yes, these things were a bitch to make and find) he started to drag the body in a place where it wouldn’t be found for his fellow officers to find. Before that happened, however, he looked up to see that he was caught. Someone was there. Weapons at hand, the gun pointed straight at the stranger. This must have been the other one. Jackson was prepared, also trying to listen for any other sounds in the night. He wasn’t going to lower that thing until he recognized the figure appearing.

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

brain dead from autumn
i lead to destruction

It was like hunting was a distant job she had been laid off from. Too bad she had technically laid herself off. Ryland barely even showed up to her training with Beth or even recently Jackson. She just had no motivation. Ryland felt safer in Manuka had nearly been a year since any attacks on her happened. Maybe her aunt gave up. It had taken her aunt only a month or two apart before to track her down. Now Ryland felt she finally found a place where she could actually settle down and take things seriously. She had a lot of people she cared about in that city. And by a lot that just really meant Beth, Kenna, and Jeremiah. That was the most people she could let into her heart, even if she barely did let them know much about her. Ryland figured it was close enough for her.

Ryland felt a little bit too deprived of physical activity. She still wasn't going to go on a full blown out hunting expedition for awhile, but maybe she could venture off by herself to look out for some possible areas and warn Beth. She probably knew where all supernaturals hung out anyways, it was pretty obvious anyways. Ryland intermingled with every supernatural in the book, so she already knew. There were only a few places she had to reassure herself of or it would bother her. Ryland was still very much in the rookie stage of hunting or so Beth says. She felt she was good enough to go by herself and just scope out a few places. Last time she actually went out hunting by herself she had gotten pretty beat up and she wasn't even going to think about the incident with the Radicals. That was was nonsense and something she never wanted to relive again.

It was like the night where she was attacked by that werewolf for the first time. All that raw fear had nearly consumed her and she could barely fight. Ryland guided her hand down to the spot where she had gotten shot and stared at it for a long time. She had a long link wound where the stitches were months ago. Ryland had been hospitalized for quite awhile. Jeremiah had been by her side nearly the whole time. It was nice to know he really was there for her. Ryland was so used to being abandoning her whenever things got tough. After that that was when she knew she really was falling in love with him. She had never felt love before, not even with her parents. It was a wonderful feeling and she never wanted it to go away. Ryland was so happy with her life, it felt so weird and different to her.

She snapped out of her thoughts and surveyed her surroundings. Ryland was definitely in the more deserted areas of Manuka where most of the supernaturals hung out. She had brought a lot of her weapons along with her just in case. Ryland had no idea what to expect and that nearly made her heart leap from her chest. She picked up into a quiet jog, trying her best to silence her feet. Ryland had gotten a lot better with that. Before she had been nearly stomping when she ran. Beth always yelled at her for it. Same with Jackson.

Ryland had been introduced to Jackson simply because of the fact of how lazy she got with her hunting. She never really took it seriously, but she was simply training for her own self defense now. Ryland slowed down her jogging when she noticed a small group of people walking. She thought back to a conversation she had with Jackson awhile back about the supernaturals that hung around here and nothing was ringing a bell. Ryland tried to note the way they were walking. They had to be vampires. She was getting a little better with identifying supernaturals, but it was still pretty bad. Ryland accidentally killed humans all the time.

She wasn't out to kill them, Ryland was simply watching. They seemed to be doing some type of business. Ryland didn't see anything sinister in their doings, so she turned to leave when she caught the slight blur of a figure cut into the group. Her eyes widened as she noticed Jackson heartless killing one of the vampires. Ryland watched as he dragged the body away and waited a few minutes before following after him. She moved quietly to the place where he dragged the supernatural and stopped.

Jackson instantly noticed her precense and pointed the gun at her. Ryland raised her hands up and let out a hearty laugh,"Damn, old man. You never take a break do you?" She let her hands down and walked over to him and studied the guy he dragged to kill."Who's this guy? He's kinda sexy, don't cha think?" Ryland laughed again. She loved giving Jackson a rough time. It almost became her job now. She had no idea why the hunter even put up with her half the time. Ryland was hoping he would just snap on her so she would get a good laugh, but it never happened.

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[jack]

HAIL MARY FORGIVE ME

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The likelihood of having someone out there just wandering around at the same time he found himself there was little to none. Jackson was a very practical man. Facts were facts and there were little exceptions to the general rules of life. Sometimes, there were no exceptions. He learned all of that the hard way. The really hard way. The way so hard that it haunted him with every passing moment. Killing his wife had never been under his list of things to do. Jackson shook his head and continued to keep his head in focus. For a split second, if the head wasn’t in the game, you were dead. His brother learned that lesson. Everything that he knew had to be learned in such a harsh way. He wasn’t planning on learning anything else tonight. His gun was ready at hand though a part of his focus was this giant body he was dragging across the ground. Hiding the corpses and cleaning up the messes were among the worst part. Blood was so damn sticky when it dried on his hands.

Damn it Ryland. She was a face that was hard to forget. Her dark hair with glittering blue eyes, even sparkling this bright in this kind of light. He couldn’t help but remember their first meeting. It had been a hunter who didn’t know any better. Jackson liked teaching. It made him feel like he was saving another hunter to fight against the war that they all called the supernatural force coming at him. It made him feel like he was passing on all the teachings. She came and he was ready to teach like he taught all hunters. Ryland was not a normal hunter. She was like a five year old that accidently took a bottle of pills and was high off her ass all the time. He really did mean all the fucking time. Maybe she changed. Jackson was very patient. He could stay still in the grass for hours waiting for a supernatural to come. Back when he had to rely on stealth because he didn’t know any better.

He was very aware how long the life expectancy was of a hunter and he also knew that he exceed the expectation by a couple of years. It was only a matter of time before he too came to his end. It was a reality he had to face. The only part that scared him honestly was leaving Kinsley behind. With all these guys in her life. Someone needed to take care of her. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone because he knew she would throw a fit if he ever talked about him dying. Her mother’s death was also going to the grave with him. No one was going to know about that. With no amount of drinks or no amount of anything. That was something he would never pass down. Hunters weren’t all that good on sharing stories. Everyone had a story and no one wanted to hear it. He had no idea how Ryland got into this business but it wasn’t enough to make her focus. He had never seen this before in his life.

Not to mention the usual rough time she gave him. With a sigh, he put his gun to his side again and continued to drag the body to place it in a nice hiding spot. He was sure that five other hunters used the same spot because there was an unbelievable massive stench when going there. But he was at the point where he could see it but not yet smell it. The smell kept- ironically- the police away and that was the original intention. His eyes looked over at the young woman, shaking her head at her question, ”There are no breaks in this business. Breaks are for those who get killed.” He told her. He remembered when Kinsley tried to get out of it because she was having conflictions about how to feel about supernaturals. He showed her that they were evil and would kill you first. Those who were too afraid to shot a gun were going to be killed themselves. That was rule number one in hunting, military, and police force trainings. He couldn’t’ remember how many times he had repeated the line to everyone he was around. Probably even Ryland a couple of times.

With an annoyed sigh, he looked at the dangle mess in his hands. Looking back at Ryland, he said in a very patient tone, ”Not my type. I prefer the humans. He was some leech. Nothing out of the ordinary.” He told her. Though that may have been rhetorical. Who knew? Fucking kids and their sarcasm these days. Something that would have gotten him popped in the mouth. ”I’m guessing you weren’t here hunting him, were you?” He asked, making sure that he hadn’t been interfering with someone else’s hunters work. He tried not to do that. If there was a hard grudge a hunter had, it was rude of another hunter to wander in and kill the thing they wanted to take as their own. It was as if Jackson couldn’t kill the ones that killed his entire family minus his brother and him. Unacceptable. Sometimes it was necessary, but he tried not to do it as much as he could. Sometimes someone just asked him to help. In which case, he would be more than happy.

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

brain dead from autumn
i lead to destruction

Anyone else would probably backhand Ryland for the way she was speaking to Jackson. He was probably one of the most well respected hunters in Manuka; hell, in probably all of the whole damn state. Ryland just saw him as any other man. Sure, he knew his way around weapons. He really knew his way around weapons. It made her jealous. Ryland wish she had that type of determination. She was getting a little bit too comfortable in Manuka and should do much more than she was already doing before she got herself killed. Ryland always pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. She did respect Jackson's restraint for not having struck her yet. All the others had. Ryland didn't really get along well with other hunters. Especially the older and more experience ones. They always told he would never amount to anything and she shouldn't even be considered a hunter.

Ryland liked Jackson because he wasn't that cruel to say those thing. She saw it in his eyes, but he was nice enough not to say it. Ryland did act like she was tough shit and didn't care. Those type of comments did hurt her though. It made her even less motivated to try. Jackson always tried to push her to train more and actually make some type of effort. Ryland always half assed things. There was probably only two times where he got her to put in her all. Those were times where she actually felt maybe she was strong enough to take on anybody and actually go out hunting and actually kill someone that wasn't human. It was starting to get embarrassing from how many humans he was killing on accident. It was just so hard to identify them. There was so many things to remember; it made her head hurt.

She hated all the hunters who were so skilled and respected. Ryland wanted to try, but she could not find it in herself to do so. She watched Jackson as he stood over the body. Ryland stared hard at the guy, wondering if she had gotten the species right that time. It was a bit easier since he was nearly limp. Ryland was still sure it was a vampire. She shrugged, figuring it was none of her business since he was about to die under the hands of another hunter so it didn't matter. He was so clean with his kills. There was barely any blood. Ryland ruined a lot of her clothes from her sloppy battle with other. She had to say she had maybe killed about three supernaturals and those had been the hardest and the messiest. The others of course werent supernaturals so they didnt put up much of a fight.

Ryland always wanted to know what really ran through Jackson's mind. These vampires didn't seem like they were up to trouble. Maybe the man that Jackson was dragging had a family or something and now they would be torn apart. So many hunters saw supernaturals as scum and she didn't understand that. They were normal people too, despite some of the obvious psychos she had come across before. Ryland remembered when she had been "training" with Remy, when really she was just sitting there and bothering him, and he was going on and on about supernaturals. It had disgusted her that he could be that prejudice against just a certain kind of people. He was still sexy though. Ryland wished she had gotten more of him when she could have.

She was actually very surprised she was staying faithful to Jeremiah. There had been times where she thought she would slip, but all she heard and saw was Jer whenever other men tried to make a move on her. Ryland was scared to admit it, but he was pretty sure she was in love with him. She was so angry she had let someone get that close to her and under her skin. Jer treated her like shit and she knew it, but some odd side of her wanted it. Yet now was not the time to be thinking about her boyfriend. She had all the time in the world to contemplate her feeling and all that mushy shit she didn't like.

Ryland rolled her eyes at his comment, mocking him under her breath. He sounded like a broken record half the time. He did make some good points sometimes. She chuckled,"Well I'm still alive, aren't I?" Ryland could not even hold back the obnoxious smile that was pulling at her lips. He was so serious all the damn time. She wondered if he even knew how to laugh. The only time she had ever seen him smile was when he was around Kinsley. Ryland wished she had a proper father. He had abandoned her not only once, but twice. Left her right when she needed him. Ryland could never forgive him again. She wondered where he was. Ryland would probably kill him next time she saw him. Ryland couldn't even handle looking at her last time when she had to live with him. She remembered those awkward nights where they had dinner together. Ryland just wanted to erase all those painful memories.

She had hold back the laugh that wanted to escape her lips at his annoyed sigh. Ryland loved how patient he was with her. His answer actually made her laugh. Who knew he could make jokes?"Oh so now you do like men? I think that's something I should bring up with Kins." She was right about them being vampires."I knew he was a fucking vampire! Come on, old man, does it look like I'm actually dressed for the occasion? What did the guy do anyways?" Ryland really was curious. Nothing about the place was familiar to her and she knew there was information going around about things happening at the warehouses. She knew she should listen more.

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[jack]

HAIL MARY FORGIVE ME

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Beside her short comings, Jackson was appalled by his fellow hunters that no one else had stuck with Ryland. Really? No one else in the entire city of Manuka had the patience for this? One of the biggest common personality traits from both cops and hunters was the lack of patience, ironic considering he was the one of the biggest leaders of both but with enormous patience. It wasn’t hard. One just couldn’t let the temper get the best of them. The temper in which Jackson really did have. It came with being as stubborn as a mule and a very narrow mind of what was right and what needed to be killed. iIt baffled him when other hunters thought some supernatural were good. Because they had families. Well criminals had families. Everyone had a family in some sort of sense, for they had to come from somewhere. Although, they could have been like Jackson. Where every single known one was killed. Yet, he still had Kinsley. He had a lot of people in the hunter world that he considered second family. Did that make him more or less of a man? No. Did it make supernatural hesitate to kill him? Of course not. Why should he do the same?

Unfortunately, at times, he felt he was the only one that shared that point of view. Even supernatural that were hardcore and very hard driven in their mindset were falling for these creatures. He knew it was hard, but a man had to do what he had to do to protect other men and women. They say these supernaturals had families? What about the families of the people they killed as well? Stupidest logic he had ever heard. Trust him, he had been hearing it for many years. It was amazing to think that people thought a couple of simple little arguments were going to change his mind about anything after so many years. He was in no way new. He had been doing this before they were born, quite literally. Literally for probably about ten more years than before they were born, depending on the age. He supposed it was only five with Kinsley. He had married young, thinking it was going to be the last of his years. If only he would have known. But he didn’t regret that. Then he wouldn’t have Kins.

Probably one of Ryland’s biggest problems was the problem that most hunters now a days had. They didn’t believe that all of them were bad. They were all bad. They all learned they were all that way the hard way. Though as much crap as the other hunters gave her, she did have a point. She was indeed alive. As far as Jackson knew, but he wasn’t really too worried about her getting killed. ”Yeah, not too worried about you dying. Despite criticisms, I know you at least know how ot stay alive.” With strangers. Jackson wasn’t going to point out that any one of her supernatural friends could turn any minute. Some bad behaviors were upfront. Like the man that he had just killed. But others were the sneakier ones. Bad stuff happened to hunters all the time. Accidents. A bad road trip. There was really nothing to stop something that looked so much like a bad accident. "But easy on the breaks."

Jackson sighed deeply to keep control of himself. There was Ryland deciding she would try to joke around with him again. He remained silent for a couple of moments before shaking his head, ”Even if that was the case, she would be the first to know.” Honestly (and he wasn’t going to point this out to Ryland because Jack was certain she was going to make some unnecessary crack about it, as she did everything else) but he really didn’t have a type anymore. Not to say that he preferred guys over girls, but he really had no time for romantic sides. He had no time to try to see if he could find someone else. Jackson had found his soul mate. The person he was meant to be with forever, and he screwed it up. There was no point in trying to get back into the dating world. For many years, that life suited him just fine. No worries. None of Kinsley trying to get along with her step mother. No terrible stories. Just himself and the people around he cared for. That was all he had to ask for. As long as they were well protected.

Yes, the obviousness that he was a vampire was there. Jackson was at least glad she could get something like that. It must have been the tricker ones. It was hard to tell who the faeries and shapeshifters were for example. But if you watched them enough, you were able to tell. It was just not to jump the gun too fast. Not to ignore them, but no pulling the trigger before someone was ready. ”No. You could very well be just watching. Remember, jumping the gun and becoming trigger happy hardly does anyone any good.” Hardly. Sometimes emergencies called for it. A certain Cason Ellery had to kill a couple on the spot in public at a club, but that had been an emergency. He had his case on it. Case closed, Jack knew what went on. ”He was a vamp. There’s really no other evidence I need.” The vampire did do a lot of other things, but it shouldn’t have been a specific reason. Vampires were the worse. Those were the full proof way of showing there was no way the vampire could survive without killing. In any case, no hunter should wait until a specific reason hit. If there was proof- go.

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

brain dead from autumn
i lead to destruction

Ryland did have horrible daddy issues that she never brought up with anyone. Not one person in Manuka knew one thing about her past, or at least she hoped they didn't. Every single time she had been with her father he had abandoned her in some way. He had left when she was a baby and had left her again when she turned eighteen. The man hadn't paid one lick of child support even though he had several bank accounts full of money. All her life she had grown up without a father and her mother was too depressed to even try to deal with her. Besides fucking the landlord to get their rent pushed back, she did literally nothing for daughter. Ryland hated to admit it that she did love the woman to death even if she wasn't the best of all mothers. Those small moments where they got to spend time together stuck out in her mind every time she thought about her mother in rehab. The woman probably go herself thrown into jail also, but Ryland felt it was better to ignore the details about what happened because it had been all her fault. If she hadn't been such a stupid bitch she would still be with her mother and wouldn't have some crazy cunt hunting after her.

She had basically raised herself growing up and hated it whenever other people tried to take care of her. Ryland was fucked over by so many people she would much rather keep to herself. She pushed away anyone who acted like they cared a little bit. Her best friends were her best friends for the fact was that they couldn't give two shits about her past and what she went through. Kenna and Beth were exactly the type of friends she surrounded herself with. Ryland would rather just not let her emotions get tied up into things. That was why she was scared shitless being with Jeremiah because she was afraid he would leave. That was all anyone did to her anyways, so that was what she expected from others. The thing that she liked about Jackson was that he didn't give a fuck either. He was just worried about hunting and that was that.

Ryland didn't want to admit it, but she was a bit jealous of Jackson and Kinsley's relationship. They cared so deeply about eachother and that was nothing she never had in her life. Growing up without a father figure had made Ryland make some dumb choices that she was still doing today. Ryland had no idea how her thoughts had gotten so depressing. She instantly pushed those thoughts into the back of her mind.There was no way Jackson was going to see her weak side. No one was allowed to see that.

The hunter scoffed at Jackson's comment about not taking breaks anymore. There was an itching at the back of her mind to stop being so lazy because her aunt was still out there and still plotting against her, but she always chose to act like that wouldn't happen. Ryland felt safe in Manuka and that was the first time she had felt comfortable in one place."I don't know why other people underestimate me. It pisses me off. I'm not that shit, am I?" She rolled her eyes. Ryland just wished one of those pussy ass hunters would say that to her face. They could kill a supernatural with no problem, but were too scared to tell Ry their opinions. Ryland did pretty well in combat considering she never trained. She did find herself getting into a lot of fights with humans though, so maybe that was what was helping her just a little bit.

Ryland couldn't stop herself from giggling at what he said. He was dead serious, but still it came off as a joke. Ryland felt those sad thoughts creeping back in about her own father and she began to talk to keep them away."You're such a good dad." She smiled at him, surprised at herself for saying it. That had to be the most serious thing she had ever said to him and it was an actual compliment. Ryland had no idea why she was feeling so emotional in those moments. She cleared her throat and began to look around them for a few seconds. Her eyes landed back on Jackson when he spoke again.

He always had to say something helpful to her. Even if it did not seem like she cared what he was saying, she was actually taking good note of it. Ryland nodded a few times to show that she was listening. She barely watched what others were doing. Ryland just wasn't an observant person and that was a skill she needed to work on. She listened to his next words and ground her teeth together briefly. Ryland was so disgusted by hunters who thought that way."That's harsh. What if he had a family?" She asked with the serious expression still stained on her face. Ryland felt she was acting very outside of her own personality. Sadly. most of the time the way she was around people was an act so no one would try and fuck with her and that she couldn't let anyone get close to her. It was as simple as that, but again she chose to ignore those big details.

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The hunter must have been weird in all aspects of the game to others. Everything that most hunters were he had learned over the years was a bad thing. There was much he didn’t understand. Because he had spent so much of his life hunting, part of him forgot what it meant to be a real person again. He re-lived it with his friends and ‘daughters and sons’ that he had taught over the years, but it wasn’t the same. It was never the same. It would never be the same again. Even if he somehow lived over age sixty, he probably wasn’t going to retire or anything. Jackson knew he was going to be killed by a supernatural. He would never quit until he did and he was pretty sure that a sixty year old man versus a horrible monster was going to lose. He actually thought he was going to hit it at 40, but considering his strength and agility was that of a 20 year old, he lucked out.

Ryland became offended and Jackson sighed. It must have been a girl thing. Take something that wasn’t meant to be said and twisting it into an offended way. Kins did that sometimes. Not too awful much where he couldn’t take it anymore, but every once in a while. Even now. It had been worse when she was a teen, although he couldn’t complain much about her teenage years. She was a well-behaved kid. Just some of the things he wasn’t sure anyone would be able to avoid. Looking at Ryland, he wondered if she went through that stage or if she were living it now. When it came to hunter’s pasts, he didn’t questions. That was the extent of his wondering. Just because of a simple reason- the hunter’s past was going to be bad. It was why they were hunters. One didn’t just stretch, wake up one day and decided a good career would be to a hunter. Only the twisted said yes. Hunters had a lot of baggage that wasn’t really best said out loud. From this day, he only knew two hunter stories. Cason and Annette.

His blue eyes glanced over at her, in no way looking annoyed or embarrassed by his words. Just blinking at her. ”Don’t you know that underestimated is the best position you could possibly be?” Especially the enemy. They weren’t expecting what actually would happen and were dead quicker. The underdog won more than people expected all the time. It was the reason hunters had a little bit of leverage. Whenever supernatural thought of human, they automatically thought stupid and slow. ”Besides, I wasn’t underestimating you. Just saying breaks are non-existent when you know what is out there. Not a very exciting twenty four hour job, is it?” He asked with a small sarcastic chuckle. Jackson wanted to go on to tell her what he thought personally about her. That she had the drive but lacked… everything else. But he wasn’t really the man to say those things. Ryland would not take those words as a learning opportunity. Most younger hunters were exactly like her is what she didn’t understand. At least in his experience.

Ryland ended up giggling. Jackson ignored it and started dealing with the blood spatters around the place by moving dirt around. Most thought you would just kick it once and it’d be fine, but no. Jackson learned you had to spread it as far as he could. He shifted his boot around the dust, not looking forward to having to take care of the body. That was one of the worse parts, but if he was expecting to cover up his stuff properly, he would have to. Especially since this new guy at the office was breathing down his throat about all of the reported cases and what didn’t go unsolved or just put as a suicide or something. Most of the police force in Manuka were hunters, so they were all on Jackson’s side, but it didn’t ease up the trouble the detective was causing. Damn man. Sticking his nose into things that had been better off not sticking into.

At her words, he wanted to flinch. Jackson kept himself professional though. He was a terrible dad. Not horrible awful cruel dad that he had to deal with every once in a while (and Kinsley was alive, wasn’t she?) but a pretty piss poor job at it. What kind of sane father raised their kid to become a killing machine? Yes, one that was worried about her getting killed, but that didn’t do much justice. Kinsley had missed some of the most important parts of her childhood because of him. She was supposed to join volleyball and be the star or go out with friends. Not track down a monster children her age had nightmares about. ”I try to be.” He said briskly, having a small edge to his voice. As if something was caught in it. He cleared it, but moved onto the next subject she had on her mind. Yep, there went the family line. He looked at her, seeing she was looking like he just told her to eat the dead body, ”So do I. You think that would have stopped him from attacking me? Rather kill or get killed, family or not.” It was a harsh truth and most hunters her age actually thought this way. Must have been some stupid kid racial rebel thing. Except Beth. Now that was a girl to role after. Even scared Jackson sometimes, but man- she was good.

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