Chapter 59: A Night Full Of Sighs: Part Two

Sitting on the billboard, feeling almost on top of the world, the wind bit like shards of ice into her face, sweeping away her hair, but she welcomed the feeling. She was out in the open, near the forest that curved around to this side, as dangerous as it could be to any potential threats, made her surprisingly calm. Maybe it was because of the reminder from Niko today of who she used to be, of what she was, and what she'd done, but she felt a little invincible. 

Esme pulled her knife out from behind her and started spinning the pointed blade on top of the structure. A small smile tugged on the corner of her lips at the sound of the metal cutting through the air until she stopped it and held it flat against her hand. She barely winced at the feel of the silver burning into her skin, melting away the layers until the engraving on the hilt was ingrained in her skin. 

She stared at the emblem of the burning flame inside a circle on the silver surface. If she hadn't removed the hilt's black cover, then the symbol would be more noticeable. She was glad to have done such a thing before arriving in Chester, where now it was apparent a few knew of the existence of Hellhounds. 

Esme slammed the dagger on the top of the metal structure and looked up at the starry night sky that didn't seem to shine so brightly against the city lights and the slight smog hovering above the buildings. 

"We should leave," Isana finally spoke up. Esme knew she had been biting her tongue the entire day, but she could feel her angst at being so close to the vampires that could easily end them. 

Niko knew she was a Hellhound. But he didn't know to what extent she had been a Hellhound; did it matter, though? Friends of Gabriel and Niko, and possibly Luther, were killed at the hands of that group of rogues. Again, she couldn't understand why their targets were vampires unless they were just objects blocking their initial goal. 

Esme sighed, hunched forwards, clasping her hands together, staring at nothing in particular. "We should," She replied, but there was no conviction to her words, and Isana knew she would not run. Not yet. Though with its many flaws, Chester had also made her feel the most relaxed in months, possibly years. 

She certainly never felt such comforts with Ethan. Even when she shared his bed curled up in his arms, her body was not relaxed for fear of his mood swings and the sudden change that could lead to a black eye or worse. Even before she met her mate, Esme was not one to relax. 

Her missions would not allow it, and even when she wasn't on a mission, living with other rogues was like living with wild animals. You had to be sharp at all times; you never knew if you would be attacked next, especially when you were the number one assassin and right hand to the leader of the Hellhounds, like Esme was. 

Ex-leader, she reminded herself with a frown. 

Unlike packs where they looked out for each other, rogues weren't meant to group together. Firstly, because of their vicious nature, secondly, because they couldn't mind-link each other, and thirdly, most weren't really team players, especially if some were of Alpha and Beta bloodlines. In Esme's opinion, those were the worst; they looked down on everyone even though they too were kicked out of their pack.

So, the 'Hellhounds' seemed more myth than real to any who had heard of them. They were a very skilful group of rogues, a secret organisation intent on bringing down the werewolf hierarchy of packs and especially of the royal blooded werewolves such as the Steele and Cross family. They wanted the collapse of all packs and to make all werewolves equal. 

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It sounded heroic or hippie, really, but that was where the point ended. There were so many missions involving the deaths of Alpha's families, stealing and attacking territories. But the Hellhounds were good at it; the rogue organisation would only either take in skilful rogues or brainwash and train up rogues from a young age. It was very similar to the Hunters Association, though their goals were different; she knew of their compounds and schools filled with children hating all creatures and growing up into killing machines.

That's precisely what happened to her. She became the Hellhound's number one assassin, a killing machine.

Right as her thoughts were starting to take a dark turn, her phone rang in her pocket, and she scooped it out. Esme stared at the name, letting it ring as her thoughts went into turmoil. Lenny was calling her no doubt about this new apartment.

Should she stay, or should she go?

Esme flipped the phone open, "Hello," She breathed, closing her eyes shut, hoping and wishing she had made the right choice because right now, she felt like everything was turning into a jumble of messes. And Chester, a vampire city with a 'ruthless' yet sexy Vampire King, was not the best place for things to go wrong.

"Hey, kiddo, didn't think you were picking up then!" Lenny laughed down the phone, though she heard the forcefulness behind it. 

Esme smiled but without any warmth to it. "I didn't think I would either," She admitted truthfully. 

"I'd hoped at least you'd want to hear my voice!" He chuckled then became serious, "I can give this place to you tonight. I still have your deposit from the old one."

"Lenny, hold on.." She bit her lip, contemplating her next words and if she could trust this man with what she could ask. "Before anything.. Now that I know you and Gabriel are.. closer? than what I initially thought, I want to make sure you won't tell him my address."

"Of course, darling. I didn't tell him the previous one! Plus, why the hell would I tell a vamp how to find such a beaut." She could almost see the wink from his face as he said it, and she chuckled under her breath. 

"Then I'll see you later," She replied and hung up, knowing well he would text her a time and place. 

For now, at least, she could chill under the stars with the wind against her face as she contemplated how much shit she would have to reveal to Gabriel. Esme knew without a doubt that she couldn't continue living in Chester with so many secrets.. She sighed again as she thought of Gabriel's handsome face.

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