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2024-05-18
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The hunter that howled

Summary:

Fan was born into a family of monster hunters. He was never really good at killing and gets himself into a predicament. Chaos ensues.

Chapter 1

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For a life amongst monster hunters it was easy to become outcasted if you weren’t good enough. In the Winds family, if you were the best hunter, you were the favourite child. Nineteen year old Fan Winds was unfortunately very incapable of killing something. He hates being at the hands of any death, no matter how dangerous it was. For that very reason is why he isn’t cared for as much as his many other siblings. His family hunted many things: vampires, werewolves, zombies, physical manifestations, and even poltergeist.

On a humid foggy summer night in the forest, the Winds family was out on their regular routine. It was specifically a full moon night, something Fan hated the most as it was werewolf hunting night. On this night, as self explanatory as it is, the big family all go out hunting werewolves. Any other monsters were just a bonus.

Fan trudged through the murky forest, thick sweat running down his face and palms that gripped the large hunting rifle he was to use to shoot the large fluffy beasts. He has and always will be afraid of werewolves, their big buff structure and massive hands make him look like the wild dogs’ stress toy. Each laboured breath he took felt like his last, seeing no end to the forest under its clouded area and his hazy, heat affected eyes. He lazily continued his journey with rifle in hand and a flare gun in his side pocket.

*Rustle* *Rustle*

Fan snapped his head quicker than an owl searching for its prey. In search of whatever made the sound from just behind him. Cautiously, he started poking his gun into every bush he believed could contain a threat of any level. After a few minutes of jabbing a random bush and squirming back in fear of attack, he figured it was just a woodland creature and went back to walking with whatever way he went before. There was no doubt that his guard was still raised and he was alert, his paranoia getting worse with every twig he steps on. He hated his life, the midnight hunts, the lack of leniency when it comes to skill level, being outcasted and never cared for, the lonely feeling that creeps up more and more each day. He didn’t even really have friends, too focused on trying to make his parents proud.

As he moped over his life he didn’t hear the sounds of heavy paws on nature’s dirt floor. The creature pounced. Fan had only just now seen it and quickly put his arm up to block the giant beast's jaws from catching his neck or face. This worked but at the cost of his arm, the sound of bones crunching and flesh tearing filled the night air. In a state of adrenaline, Fan grabbed his flare gun and shot it up in the air. The light blinds the huge wolf, he takes his chance and pulls out his rifle but… he hesitates. The wolf now out of its dazed state recognises that it’s now at a disadvantage and flees the scene. Make no mistake, werewolves are smart and understand that trying to kill a hunter is a risk that must be taken with caution. It makes sense, werewolves are humans in the day after all, maybe that’s why he hesitated, knowing that there was a human behind the monster.

Unfortunately for Fan, his adrenaline starts to fade and the intense pain starts to kick in. He looked down at his mutilated arm, the ginormous bite mark in his arm, gushing with blood and pooling onto the ground below, polluting nature's soil with his bodily fluids. He looks up at where the flare shot up to, now only replaced with smoke. Why did no one in his family come for him? Did they not care? Are they just not here yet? Or maybe they just didn’t see the flare. Fan frantically tries to rationalise why no one was around to aid him. That’s when he heard footsteps.

“Hello!?” - Fan rejoiced at the sound of his sister's voice, Fanny! The only person who actually cares.

“Fanny! Thank goodness!” - Fan huffed with delight.

“Fan, What happened to your arm!” - Fanny quickly noticed and crouched down to take out a first aid kit. Her robotic arms fluidly healing his arm like she had done this a thousand times before, because she has.

“You really need to stop getting hurt. I HATE WEREWOLVES!” - Fanny yelled out with frustration.

“You hate everything.” - Fan retaliated in a joking manner.

“I’ve never seen anyone with an injury this bad. I’m just worried.” - Fanny expressed her worry. It was true that the hunter family had some occasions of attacks but through the flesh and blood chunks you could see Fan’s bone.

After some reassurance, Fanny led her brother home, concluding the hunt for the two siblings that night.

Chapter 2

Notes:

I just want to thank people for supporting me on this fanfic! I was honestly scared to post the first chapter but now I can happily say that chapter 2 is here! Sorry this chapter isn't as long but I hope you all can still enjoy this silly au I made up on the spot!

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Morning comes. Fan wakes up in his usual grumpy state. Fanny calls these mornings the 3 stages of the morning grumps, first is denial, then is trying to go back to bed, and finally it’s either getting up or being dragged out of bed. Fan was known around his family for being the worst early bird to ever walk on this planet. His injury wasn’t making his morning any better. Fanny entered the room, huffing as she saw him lazily lying in bed.

“Fan, get up. I need to check that injury.” - Fanny grumbled, only having just got up herself. She and Fan were much alike in the morning, but the worry for her brother had overcome her will to go back to sleep.

Fan groaned with sleepy annoyance before sitting up and opening his eyes, slowly adjusting to the dim morning light that shined its orange hue through the cracks of his curtains. He yawned and shuffled on his bed so his legs dangled off the bed. Steadily getting his footing as he stood up he walked over to Fanny. She slowly started to unwrap the now bloodied bandage and her eyes widened.

“Hey. Fan?” - Fanny looked at her older brother (only older by about 10 months).

“Hm?” - Fan only hummed in response, still obviously in a sleepy daze.

“Does the bite mark feel.. weird in any way?” - Fanny makes direct eye contact with Fan. Now he knows this is serious.

“Well no. Not anymore. But it did last night. It felt all tingly and wacky. I can’t really explain it.” - Fan looked worried now before meeting with his injury.

What he was met with was not the huge gash in his arm from last night, but a simple scar. A huge scar where the bite was. It shouldn’t heal that quickly. Fan started freaking out mentally as Fanny threw away the bandages, confused herself. He started to turn his arm and sure enough, there was no sign of an open wound. It was just a scar. He looked up at his sister, her face of concern not giving him any comfort in the slightest.

“I’m going for a walk.” - Fan’s replay was cold as he walked away. Fanny opened her mouth to try to stop him but she knew there was no use. He could use a walk anyway.

Fan stepped outside. He was still in his hunting clothes from last night, not bothering to change out of pure exhaustion. He walks towards the woods, the air not as hot today. There was a slight draft in the atmosphere and a few clouds in the sky, though this view would fade away as the leaves on the trees soon covered it. The forest wasn’t dark, but it wasn’t necessarily bright either. He would tread the same path he had taken last night, however this time he was in search of comfort and not blood.

He began to think. What was wrong with him? That can’t be normal, can it? Did the beast do something to him? If so, what did it do? Fan huffed at himself almost growling. Growling? What a weird noise. He cringed at himself for making such a noise, golly was he the biggest fool.

After some walking, he heard talking. He walked far enough from civilisation that talking was the last thing he expected. They seemed to be near a body of water, judging by the sounds of water lightly hitting the edges of the lake's walls. He carefully crept closer to the sounds, feeling as if he could hear everything in his surroundings, peeking through a bush his eyes shot open. A crab-like sea monster with human-like features was the first he saw, blonde with blue eyes, slightly chubby with a bright smile. they was happily chatting away to two others, A nerdy looking, tall, green haired person that was quite hairy for an average human but we don’t judge here, and more concerningly another blonde, they were much taller, eyes blood red and fangs, they were sitting in the shade, no doubt in Fan’s mind that they were a vampire with their old fashioned royal-like attire. None of them seemed to notice him until the green haired one snapped their head to look at him. He tried to flee only to have the tall vampire block his way.

“Who are you!” - The threatening vampire demanded - “Why are you here!? Is that a hunter's uniform?” - The vamp continued in an outrage before the green haired cut them off.

“Paintbrush calm down. Now, who are you and why are you here?” - The green haired person looked at him with a welcoming smile, as if they were confident that I wasn’t a threat despite Fan’s uniform.

“I’m Fan…”