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the dangers of hunting these things.  And
you don’t need to hunt anymore, because we’re here to do that until they’re all
gone, so you’ll be safe again,” he said, not getting any of what I had just
said.
    “God,
you’re a fucking pig…just like a man to think a woman can’t fight for herself. 
I don’t need you, or any of your hunting party, to keep me safe.  I’ll do that
on my own, thank you very much, just like I have already been doing,” I said as
I began to turn away.  I didn’t need to hear any more of this.
    “I’m
not a pig.  I’m just saying this will cost you your life if you fight them.  It’s
just not right.  The council would never permit this.  There are so many other
ways that you can help, without actually joining the fight,” he lectured.
    “Well,
I’m not a part of the vitans, so I don’t need their permission!” I screamed,
now being way past talking to this man anymore.  “And I would appreciate it if
you would just leave with your vitan kind and, seriously, leave my city alone!”
    “You
couldn’t possibly handle what is coming this way alone, even if you were a man,
and a true vitan soldier, who’s practiced for years.  Now, leave this to us!”  He
was now yelling back.
    “FUCK
YOU, and fuck the VITANS!” I screamed.  I’d had enough of this.  “You’ll see,
after I kill whatever you say is coming, maybe then you’ll stop underestimating
me and leave my fucking city,” I said as I stormed off in a sprint.  He
unfortunately followed and grabbed my arm, swinging me back around to face him. 
I slammed into his chest and looked up into his eyes.  They were such a
beautiful, deep-blue that, between those and his full-bodied lips, I forgot,
for a second, why I was so pissed.  It was only a second though, and then I kneed
him in the balls again, and got away as he screamed something like, “You’re
going to DIE then.  You can’t do it alone, you FOOL.”  That was about all I
caught. 
    Right
when I got home, I took some Nyquil PM, and waited for sleep to come.  There
was a meeting tomorrow at work, so I would need the rest.  I fell asleep,
thinking of how he said something was coming.  I’d wrote a note to remember to
ask Claire about it later, but the note never reached her. 

Chapter 8
A Rough ‘Were’
    It
was 12:30 AM and I’d just arrived at Claire’s.  I didn’t usually run late, but
this whole week had been crazy at work.  They’d kept me late every night, to
the point that I wasn’t able to go out on a hunt all week.  This was the first
time I’d had to focus that much on work, but we were trying to get a huge
multimillion-dollar account.  This was a first for the firm, so it was
extremely important.  I’d been working on writing a proposal the whole week.  I
was glad to finally be able to go out tonight on a hunting assignment, even
though I was really tired and not prepared at all.  I just wanted something to
get my mind off of work.  
    Two
steps into her apartment above her head shop, and she gave me an up-and-down
disappointed look.  I shook it off, and took a seat on her red lazy boy. 
Claire’s apartment made mine look like section eight.  Everything matched and
had a perfect place.  She had inspirational quotes on her walls, several pictures
set around of places I’d never been, and it had an overall feeling of ‘home’—something
I’d never gotten out of my place. The walls were a bright-yellow in the living
room, with a dark-brown trim that made the black floorboards really pop.  Each
room had its own color and overall design that gave each a unique feel.  With
the amount of time that was put into the perfect décor, if she ever decided to
give up the witch thing, an interior decorator would be a legitimate career
choice.
    “You
look tired.  Maybe you should go home and rest.  I’ll leave this for another
night,” Claire said.
    “I’m
here—let’s go.  It’s been a stupid week.  I