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the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

This was no horror struck traveler who'd caught sight of the lines enwrapping his skin. Like brown tattoo marks that traced the lines of his tears and branched out around his head, shoulders, even down to his feet.

She was after Justice. She knew what he had done apparently, or at least knew that people had died. Couldn't being imprisoned in his castle be punishment enough. He was already miserable.

"Agreed. I agree with those terms!" Andrew shouted back at her as he scrambled up the bank to run through the cover of the woods.

the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

As if the river was on his side it echoed the sound of approaching feet. He tensed and turned his head to see what forest predator was upon him. Not an animal! Human! He reeled away slipping on a stone. It was the last possible moment he could have avoided the shot, and he was untouched, on his hands and knees in the water.

Scrambling up he ran, clumsily tripping over stones in the riverbed. On his hands and knees again he grabbed a rock. Standing he threw it at the woman, not waiting around to see if he missed before he was running again.

the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

Andrew listened carefully. He heard birds overhead, the river in the distance, and his own footfalls. Nothing he hadn't heard before. He settled into an easier stride. The river meandered closer to the road, wide and shallow, an easy crossing on foot or by horse. Carts had to be driven further down stream to the bridge beside the mill; there the watercourse grew narrower and deeper.

Andrew took the familiar shortcut out into the river. The cool water felt marvelous, he rolled the tension out of his shoulders. He breathed a heavy sigh and let the gravel he'd carried plopp into the river. "This is exactly what I need" he told the river.

the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

Stone against bark made a distinct sound, but he was still uneasy. Andrew scooped up a handful of dirt and gravel. He used his toes to smooth out the hole it had left in the path. Then his long purposeful strides brought him to the iron gate. He elbowed it open. It swung easily on oiled hinges to the edge of the driveway. Did he actually want to go out? Two fist fulls of gravel suggested he did not. The box in his pocket still held two matches, enough to cover up any 'incidents' on the way to town. So he continued on.

the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

A rock from the path had found its way onto the carefully trimmed lawn. Andrew stopped, bent at the waist and extracted the nuisance with two fingers. The rock was unceremoniously tossed toward the middle of the sloping driveway. A few more steps and he repeated the process. A rock clattered across the gravel toward the gate. Had he seen something else move there by the bars? Something large enough to be someone?

He bent again. He chose a pice of gravel about the size of a grape from the path and took aim at where he thought he'd seen something. Then he threw it, hard.

the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

There was no getting around it, he'd need more matches. Andrew sat on a bench by the door and tied a pair of sandals to his feet. He'd given up boots and long pants reaching below the knees. His skin was uncomfortably warm and itched far too much to be covered. His hands were gloved anyway. Outside he paused to shove the front door closed behind him and began trudging down the path to the gate on foot.

the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

character sheet:
appearance:
Young man with what apear to be the tatoos of veins running over the skin of his entire body as far as can be seen. But they are not in the veins of a human, something quite different, and they are brown in color. His palms and fingers are nearly completely covered with intersecting circles. On his face the lines seem to flow from his eyes like a line of tears that then branch over his head which can be seen through very short dark hair on the sides of his head. The top of his head has a little longer brown hair naturally stylish as it swoops off a bit to one side.
name: Andrew Alsworth
age: 24
bio: Andrew was never one to stay close to home. Nor to have close friends on his travels. But he managed to get too close to a sorcerer's bad side, and it's been mysery ever since. He retreated into his Castle, tried to be discrete, but it's obvious he gets out. He has killed people, he horrifies himself, and burns all that remains but it can't take the memories. The last thing he wants is someone making his life even harder.
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the hunter and her prey(a cursed human story, a beauty and the beast alternative to a cursed vampire story)

Andrew removed a matchbox from his pocket. It rattled, his hands shook. How few matches there were left. He had spent them burning the evidence of all he had done. Of what he was. He pushed the lid and removed yet another. Swiping it against the stone mantle he held it up to the painting of a vain young man. The oil and canvas lit at once, ashes falling to the hearth below, burning what he had been. Still he was too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice anything amiss.

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So long ago

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