Chapter 17: One
(A/N: I might stop putting up the line "additional chapters are available on patreon.com/TheGreatestHunter", since everybody who reads my works, will have already seen it in the earlier chapters...although~ it is possible people like to be reminded.)
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"Jeremy!""Ahhhhhhh!" The scream he let out quickly drowned out the sound of his name being called by the already traumatized girl who had just witnessed her first death by shovel, though, even if it didn't it wasn't like he would have heard it.
(MC P.O.V.)
My ears were the first thing to go.
But despite that, I still, for a brief moment, heard the loud crack of that all too familiar thunder, and then all that greeted me was pain.
I know of people in my line of work who inundate themselves against certain conditions and poisons.
And I even know one individual, from a very fetch anime/manga called hunter x hunter, that got so used to being riddled with lightening flowing through his veins, that he just straight up took command of it.
However, this was not one of those scenarios.
I had never trained my previous body nor my mind to be resistant to the amount of volts that flow through a lightening bolt, mostly because it would kill me, and also because I'm not a masochist.
That might be why, as I laid there, no doubt unconscious, I had no choice but to berate myself.
Only a fool would leave himself vulnerable to something as common as a lighting strike and I was rarely a fool.
However, there was one saving grace, and that was the memories that were pouring into my mind as I laid there, outside of time, and in the realm of the everlasting night...wait, I'm being a bit too poetic. I'm just unconscious.
Experiencing memories that, despite being slightly jumbled and definitely moving faster than even a genius mind would be able to process, I saw they clearly belonged to the man that I had just made excommunicado from his head.
A part of me wanted to allow myself to process them.
To watch and learn all that the man had known and all he could have been.
However, I didn't have time for that.
The grave was dug up.
Gun shots had been fired.
Lightening had struck down on a barely overcast sunset.
And people would more than likely take notice.
So, unless I wanted to, at most explain why I was at the sight of a grave robbing with a dead body and scared shitless witness. Or at the very least likely, expose the contents of the grave to some busy body.
Then, I had no choice but to wake my ass up.
Which I did.
Surprisingly easily.
(Third Person P.O.V.)
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh shit, oh shit, what, what the fuck, oh shit!" A girl said, clearly panicking as she stood over the body of the incredibly handsome young man who had just been struck by lightening, but somehow there were no signs of it.
She looked around, trying to figure out what the fuck to do, but if there was one thing that Vicki Donovan absolutely sucked at, it was making smart decisions.
So, instead of getting proactive, taking the shovel, taking the should-be-charred boy, and getting out of there.
Instead, she just continued to freak out for a good two minutes before....
*Gasp*
Jeremy shot upright, his body angled at 90 degrees, as he sat with his back straight, swiveling his head, despite the headache, in every direction. His eyes seeming to scan each detail like Madara's did when he fought the shinobi army.
Jeremy had to take not that this was the second time in so many days that he was bolting upright gasping for air, and he did not like that.
But he quickly came to accept it, as he caught finally settled his sight on the girl bawling her eyes out as she was seated on her ass with her knees under her, looking at him like he was, once again, supposed to be dead.
"How long was I out?" He asked. His voice betraying non of the vertigo that he was experiencing as he watched both her and the world spin in a circle in front of his eyes.
When he didn't get an answer after ten seconds, he decided to say fuck it. It was already completely dark, but that wouldn't tell him much since when he passed out, the sun was pretty much gone from the sky.
So, it was with very careful movements that he began to lift himself off the ground, only to pause and go rigid still, as the pain that he was expecting to be explosively magnified and enhanced, was nowhere to be found.
In fact, his body felt better than he ever remembered pre-overdose Jeremy ever feeling.
Why, he felt like he could lift a horse. Hohohohoho.
He quickly pulled himself out of the weird mental space his mind was going as he got lost in his excitement and decided to push it to the side for the moment, since he had shit to do, and it was starting to seem like, for the first time in his new life, he wouldn't have to fight against his body to get it done.
With a quick snap, he stood straight, noting no discomfort and took a look at the girl who was now looking at him like he was crazy...which was not entirely undeserved.
Then, he looked to where the vamp was supposed to be, noting only the dust that occupied the seemingly discarded clothes.
A voice in his mind saying, "There can be only one", as he thought back to the movie that he skimmed once, but didn't really watch.
However, he did wiki it after, because he thought the concept was cool and that line, there can be only one, was pretty much iconic.
But he knew it would require more research to confirm if he was truly fucking with what he thought he was fucking with.
Which he didn't have time to do, at the moment.
He walked a few steps. Grabbed his weapon and gave it a quick check. Then, he quickly made his way over to the grave and stepped over the edge right onto the coffin, half expecting the wood to break.
It did not.
So, he simply made some room, opened the coffin, smelled the death, and beheld his reward for a job well done.
There it was.
Placed there, with all its glory.
Emily Bennet's grimoire, and the knowledge that its pages contained.
He didn't hesitate to tear a piece of fabric from the bones of the Salvatore patriarch and wrap the book. Careful not to touch it. Then, he placed it to the side.
After that, needless to say, my man was not polite.
He searched every inch of that casket. And despite coming up empty, he would do it again.
That feeling of maybe, possibly, finding some buried treasure was just too much of a good thing to pass up.
However, that doesn't mean he was rude or disrespectful about it.
So, when he was done and he had tossed and flipped the contents of the casket.
He closed it.
The dead should be laid to rest.
With nothing more than a hand on the ground above, a clenching of his stomach, and bending of his legs, he hopped/pulled himself smoothly out of the hole. The grimoire tightly wrapped and secure in his free hand.
Then, he walked past the still sitting Vicki who was now just looking at the ground like she was contemplating her life, and went and got the shovel. Which, after a few steps, he threw in the back of the truck. The loud bang serving to not only snap Vicki out of her nonsense, but also to make her nearly jump out of her skin.
"Let's go," he said when they made eye contact. Him looking at her like she was being ridiculous, as he made his way around the truck and looked to see if anything would be useful for his next task, which fortunately for him, there was.
He took the matches and the mostly empty gasoline container and started to shake the liquid all around the small area that they touched upon.
Vicki watching him the entire time. Only moving when he started shaking the container in her direction, causing her to scramble out of the way and onto her feet.
"What the hell, Jeremy! What the fuck was that?" She yelled. He could see in her eyes that she was clearly on the edge of madness after having looked into the abyss that awareness of the world around you.
"That, my dear Vicki," he said casually as he finished spreading the gas. "Was just a little taste of what this world has to offer." He lit the match, and watched as her eyes widened as she caught site of the fire. Her head shaking side to side and her mouth opening, as she stumbled back, almost tripping over her own two feet, like she was about to either run away and say something like "I'm out of here man, this shit is crazy." Only for him to have to hit her with a, "you're already a part of it now, kid."
However, no matter how nice the moment would have been, he didn't give her a chance to say anything, as he threw the match a few feet away from him towards the dusty clothes and watched as the fire spread across the ground and down into the hole, with him throwing another match down there just to be sure.
He knew from the show that the vamps and the town's people weren't the best when it came to looking for clues, searching for clues, or thinking about clues, however it cost him nothing to be a little careful.
With the fire spreading behind him, he walked up to Vicki, his body moving efficiently for the first time in what felt like forever, as he stepped up to her. His nose just a few inches from her own and his seemingly daring the girl to step back, while trapping her in place at the same time.
Then, with the light of the camp fire illuminating his back and making the shadows dance upon his face, he wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her flush up against him. Her eyes not leaving his.
And when it was seemingly just about to get interesting and Vicki's panicked heart had calmed down as she focused on nothing but his eyes, he pulled back, held up the keys, and said, "I'll drive".
(A/N: Get it.)
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