What's up? The sky! Haha *awkward silence* bad joke. 

Okay so anywayyyyyss... it's been a while since I uploaded but that's because of school stuff and I haven't had enough time. Don't let that bring your entiusiasm down for reading BR! <3

Love you all so so much! Enjoy xD

-Sophia xoxo

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I feel Hunter tense beside me. The boy's less than three feet away and jumps around, so uncaring, so happy, so innocent. I have no idea why Hunter reacts that way but when the boy turns his face to us, my breath catches in my throat. Standing there, a couple of feet from us now is an exact copy of a younger version of Hunter. For a moment, I'm sure that he's seen us, but when he walks right pass us without even looking at us I exhale in relief. 

I open my mouth to speak but still no sound comes out. Frustrated, I look up at Hunter who's as still as a statue; his muscles are tense underneath the tight black tee-shirt and his jaw is set. His eyes are pitch black, matching the little boy's ones, and the tinge of red in them is stronger. However, the boy doesn't have that red ring yet. He must have gotten it when he was Turned. 

Hunter is vulnerable. I can clearly distinguish a flicker of sadness in his eyes and I follow his gaze to where a young woman, who looks to be in her thirties or so, just marched out from the cottage, hands on her hips and a cross look on her face. 

Her expression immediately softens. 

'She's seen us,' I think and I don't dare to even move a muscle, or breathe. But then she laughs at her son who's chasing something imaginary in his mind around the stone fountain and shakes her head, making her way back inside. Hunter takes a step towards her but I take hold of his arm. He stops and looks down at my hand with anger. I don't take it back though; I'm as surprised as him at my action but something tells me that we have to move on. Where? I've got no idea. 

When he relaxes, still wearing a saddened expression on his face, I let go, taking hold of his hand hesitantly. He looks down at our intwined fingers and smirks, bringing an unknown feeling to my stomach. Suddenly, his eyes darken and he stares at something pass me. I turn around but see nothing. Puzzled, I look back at him but he yanks his hand back, taking a step away from me. 

My thoughts drift away into the back of my head when I see the younger Hunter, talking lively with a pretty girl, the same age as him, maybe even nine years old. Hunter catches the sight as well and I gaze sideways at him, watching as his expression softens. 

How come he's so emotional in here? Why is he showing weakness? Why is he being human? 

The Hunter I've known for less than two days is tough and hard as rock, cold and emotionless. 

Questions buzz through my head but I push them aside as Hunter begins to follow his younger self. I smile when the boy and the little girl reach towards each other, jumping down the pavement. Their hands intwine and they look so adorable, running around in the field now filled with flowers. I approach them with Hunter as they throw themselves in the grass, side by side, watching the light sky painted baby blue. The soft clouds are like candy floss and I suddenly wish that I had this kind of childhood. So carefree, so peaceful. No sounds of honking cars in traffic or smoke filling the air. Just plain nature and a soft breeze whisking over our skin like a sweet kiss. 

They look so innocent and happy. They don't have to worry about lost parents, or deaths, or being ripped apart from your sister or placed in foster care. They can smile every day, without a doubt that that smile is real. My eyes burn but I can't spoil this moment for Hunter, not when he looks so relieved, looking back at his childhood. This memory must be one that he treasures dearly and stores at the front of his mind if it's the first place we came to. 

Suddenly, I remember the scar glistening an electric blue in the bedroom back in reality, casting sharp reflections on the ground. That world seems so far away now, and I'm fully aware that this part of his thoughts should have been locked away, hidden from anyone. Hunter doesn't want anyone to know about this, and I feel sorry that I intruded. 

But why did he show me then? Why was he willing to let me in? 

I take a step closer to him but he ignores me, watching with pleasure at the little couple giggling and making flower crowns with the daisies. Suddenly, the sky turns dark. Clouds pull in and it fills with lighting. I feel Hunter right beside me, looking around with bewilderment. For some reason, I know what this is. 

We're about to enter another part of his childhood, and it looks like this one will be bad. 

Thunder roars around us, and the light drops instantly, filling the air with a cold wind. I catch a glimpse of swirling colours and the two kids start to disappear, blending into the black and grey hues of the now thundery sky. Hunter reaches out his fingers to grasp their bodies but they vanish into thin smoke just as he reaches them, and he drops to his knees, head in his hands. 

I run over to him, and try to say something. Frustrated, I slump down next to him, looking around. 

Trees, lots of them. 

They seem to have popped up randomly around, and we're sitting in a clearing now, surrounded by a dark and threatening forest. It's completely quiet, and only the faint rustle of blowing leaves can be heard. 

Footsteps. 

I raise my head and look around, completely alert. Hunter seems to have heard it to because he's instantly on his feet and pulls me up with him. He brings me into a dark space between two tree trunks amongst the shadows and gestures for me to keep quiet. 

I raise an eyebrow mockingly. No shit Sherlock. 

He glares back at me cooly and I immediately direct my gaze from those cold eyes. 

"Please! Please don't leave me!" My head snaps back and I gasp as my eyes land on a beautiful young woman with long silky bright hair. She is barefoot and only wears a simple long white nightgown. Amongst the darkness, she looks like an angel. I remember her as an older version of the little girl that little Hunter was speaking to in the previous memory, and my heart constricts with sadness at her despair. 

Soon after Hunter appears with inhuman speed, looking at her with pleading eyes filled with love and sadness. 

Wait what? 

I look besides me and am filled with confusion as the original Hunter is still standing next to me, wearing the same puzzled look on his face. So that's the real him then. But his eyes darken and he steps towards the clearing, ignoring me as I try to hold him back. You should never try to interfere with your own or someone else's memories. It's dangerous. 

"My love, please listen!" The dream Hunter cups the young woman's face in his hands and gives her a gentle smile. "You need to run..." She begins to shake her head violently, trembling all over, but he nods slightly in contrast and places a finger on her pink lips. "Please, do this for me. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt." 

"No, no Hunter... please! Don't do this. I want to be with you!" She cries, fresh tears streaming down her face. Dream Hunter nods again and his eyes fill with regret as he holds her. 

"I want to be with you too my love but - but listen..." He takes her face firmly as her tears continue their descent. 

The real Hunter is standing so closely to them and he reaches out hesitantly for the girl. His lips form a word but I don't have time to read them. 

An approaching sound gets louder and louder and the real Hunter jerks his hand back, shaking his head, forming the word "no" over and over. He shakes uncontrollably when the girl turns around and runs away, leaving the dream Hunter behind. He stares after her with sadness. But his eyes are quickly replaced with an angry look and he turns around, staring into something that I can't see. 

The real Hunter tries to grasp the fleeing girl's hand but he reaches through her, as if she was thin air. 

"Show yourself demon!" A loud and unfamiliar voice echoes through the dark woods and dream Hunter smiles, fangs glistening in the moonlight. He straightens up and I can see the real Hunter looking completely bewildered, waving his hands furiously in front of his copy, who ignores him completely. We are invisible to them. 

"Show yourself and fight like a... well... vampire." A tall lean man steps into the clearing, staring at dream Hunter with eyes full of hate. He carries a sharp pointed thing, that looks like a half-sword-half-stake, decorated with a swirl of silver patterns on the black wood. 

He raises his weapon and both Hunters snarl. Just as he lowers it, real Hunter steps in front, but it goes right through him to his copy's face, the last word being heard, a scream in the distance, before darkness blends into my eyes and blinds me.