Eventually, I decided it was time for me to go home, and Mary (Mrs. Holt) offered me a ride home, which I accepted seeing as I was a couple miles from...my own home. When I got home, I was met at the front door with a press conference of questions coming from my younger sister, Annie. Where have you been? Who was that? Why is your hair wet? I, of course, ignored every single question, and headed straight to my room, texting Kaylee all the way. At the dinner table, I could hardly set my phone down. "I had no idea I loved you until yest....whenever it was, last week. What right do you have to come in here accusing me? Why don't you ask your sister what happened, she's the one who should say, not me!" Kaylee ran out of my room with tears streaming down her face and sobbing. I heard the front door slam and moments later my mum entered the room. "What was that all about honey?" She came over to my bed looking concerned. "You're not supposed to get stressed, I suppose you realise that includes. The next are Bloodline Hunter's. All Bloodline Hunter's have a name to symbolize such. We're also much more experienced, and have certain powers against Daemon's or to help other Hunter's. Me being a "Guardian" my affinity is for healing. I smile to myself. 'I won't have to worry about telling him. I'll figure out a way he'll be safe.' I turn down an alley taking the short way home when I hear Damien calling for me. I turn smiling towards him and see his face full of panic for a split second. Such a common fantasy amongst mortal men in these recent years. Thousands of years have passed since I first learned my fate, and still it amuses me how little the dreams and wants of men have changed throughout the centuries. Short, tall, hair of all colours, skin of all tones, pussy hairy and completely hairless, I have been all of these things, but always with the wide childbearing hips and succulent breasts. Reaching out, touching you, trailing my surprisingly well-manicured fingers along.