L.J.: Please state your name.
Hunter: What is this? An interrogation? You already know my name.
L.J.: Okay, okay. Don’t get your underwear in a bundle before we even start.
Hunter: Would you like me to give you a lesson on how you can bundle my underwear? Of course, that’s if I wore underwear.
L.J.: Do you? Forget that, no I don’t want any of your lessons, Hunter. Why don’t you just tell me if you think your name dictates the way you look at the world around you. Is everything your prey?
Hunter: I always get what I want; you could say I am a Hunter in that way. But I don’t want the world, only a few things.
L.J.: Is Cassandra considered your prey?
Hunter: In a sense, yes.
L.J.: So you want her then. Why?
Hunter: I have my reasons.
L.J.: Do you want to kill her? C’mon, throw me a bone here.
Hunter: I’ve definitely felt like strangling her sometimes.
L.J.: Okay, I can see you’re not going to make this interview easy.
Hunter: Do you like it easy, L.J.?
L.J.: Let’s move on, shall we? Some of my readers want to know how you knew Cassie would be at Luke’s the night you first met her.
Hunter: Her name is Cassandra. And I knew because I have highly intelligent informants.
L.J.: What did you think of her when you first met her?
Hunter: That she was very beautiful, very sexy, and very confused. Easy prey.
L.J.: Uh…nice to know
Hunter: You’d be easy prey.
L.J.: Because I’m beautiful?
Hunter: Because you too are confused.
L.J.: I’m not confused, Hunter. I know everything about you. Don’t forget, I created you.
Hunter: You will never know everything about me, L.J. You may have created my character, but I cut my strings from you long ago.
L.J.: Whatever. Can we get on with this interview? I have work to do here. Actually, this question really fits the moment. Some people don’t care for your aggressive nature and seem to think your tone comes across as harassment. Have you become accustomed to getting what you want, when you want it?
Hunter: I don’t really give a damn what people think. How is that for tone? If they don’t like it, then they just need to get the hell out of my way. Caleb, are you listening?
L.J.: Okay, let’s not get other characters involved here.
Hunter: Why not? Afraid I’ll hurt the little pissant?
L.J.: No, I just don’t feel like getting caught up in the middle of your little war. I think I’m going to start shutting this down. I’m really starting to get irritated by your…ego.
Hunter: My plan is working then.
L.J.: *deep breath* I’m almost afraid to ask this next question now, but I promised a good friend I would. You know, uh, I can’t even do it, so I’m just going to put it in her words:
“We’ve all seen your body. I know, I know. Sorry! But you forgot to close the blinds and I forgot to look away. Can you blame me? Believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about (as if you would be). Were you always this smoking hot, drool-worthy, man-candy?”
Ugh. I’m going to kill you, Loni! Hunter, you can wipe that smirk off your face, I do not share in Loni’s thoughts about you. Especially right now.
Hunter: But I’m sure I’ve visited you in your dreams too, L.J. First of all, I did not forget to close the blinds, and you’re right, I’m not embarrassed. This body comes naturally. I’ve always been ‘man-candy’ as you so eloquently put it. Here, L.J., feel.
L.J.: No way!
Hunter: *laughs* You’re as naïve as Cassandra was.
L.J.: Okay, this interview is over. Loni, everyone, if you want to know more about Hunter, you’ll just have to ask him yourself. Or maybe just read the book, it’s probably safer that way.
*wipes sweat from forehead* Well, thankfully that’s over with. You have no idea how hard that was to sit with him like that!
Hunter: I know how hard it is.
L.J.: Hunter, we’re done! Go! I’m trying to wrap this up.