A/N:
-looks at title- Yeaaaaah, not the best title I've ever come up with. XD Anyone else think of mentally challenged or physically challenged? I do. XD
Anyways, what better day to post this than on the first full moon of the year? XD
'lo good people of this fandom! Read the books, like 'em, ff'd it, was shocked. Lots of stories that are just rewrites (not that there is anything wrong with that, I'd love to rewrite some of the HoN books) and this fandom is sho wittle! DX
Anyways, this idea was bouncing around, and I'd love to expand on it. So, since I'm a sucker for RPs, this is gonna be one also. XP Not sure how many I want, so I'll just see what I get and decide if I like them. If your character is a Mary-Sue (a perfect in every way person) or just some rip-off of an HoN character, you will be rejected.
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A thick fog had settled on the town, saturating everything. The city's occupants had long ago turned off all their lights for a good nights sleep; all except one. The castle-like cluster of buildings stood in all it's glory, a mixture of oil lanterns and modern street lights illuminating the brick building and its pathways. One would think that everything would be dark and quiet, but this place was alive with movement. Students scampered through the crisp mist, their jackets zipped up tight, to get to their classes on time. Anyone foreign to the city would have gawked at such a sight, but those who lived there already knew all about that place. Most avoided it, others would give anything to be inside, but one thing that they all had in common was that they knew what kind of school it was. The plaque on the black iron-wrought fence stated it clearly, in perfect, gold letters, "Medford House of Night."
No one knew why such a school would be built in such a city when there were more famous cities such as Portland or Salem, but it was here and had been for years. There had been many rumors about when the school had first been built, there were many protest and attacks on the school. It was mostly petty vandalism, until one day, a group of people took it too far.
Flashback- -
Portland, Oregon
Their faces were visible only by the warm flickering light of their torches. Malicious grins or evil smirks adorned each of their faces. They had a mission, and they were determined to finish it. Wicked laughter could be heard from some of the younger members, an evil sound that could make anyone's stomach churned. They marched down the street, the neighborhood residents curiously poking their heads out their doors or peeking through windows. Some sneered cheerfully, knowing full well what the mob was planning on doing, while others gazed on in confusion. Step after step they got closer to their target, the newly built building for those vampyre freaks. The same freaks who had taken away daughters and son, ripping families apart. Those children would never be the same again, or they would die. Might as well do them a favor and stop them from having to feel the pain of changing fully, or rejecting the Change.
The group halted, stopping in front of the tall building that looked pitch-black in the night sky. Lanterns and lights revealed the twisting pathways which adorned several students, none of them noticing the flickering lights or semi-automatic guns in their hands. Even from where they stood, the mob of people could clearly see the sapphire outline of a crescent moon on the teenagers' foreheads.
Few of the mob members felt their insides convulse as they saw the teenagers act just like any other teenager in the world, reminding them of their children back home. One man, a short, mousy man, trembled in his spot as he saw one of the teenagers run away from a boy, giggling the entire time.
"Annabel," he whispered in a breath. The leader of the mob pivoted to look the smaller man in the face.
"What did you just say, Mathews?" the wrinkled man growled.
"N-nothing s-sir, nothing at all!" he stuttered out.
The sleazy, black-haired man behind him let out a dark and menacing chuckle. "He said Annabel! He still thinks that his little girl is his little girl!" the man bellowed before letting out another wave of guffaws, having to be silenced by those surrounding him.
The blue-eyed leader glared at Mathews before hissing, "She'll never be your daughter again. They took her and made her a freak, and now they are trying to brainwash her. There is no saving her now, the only thing you can do is take her out of her misery, or let us do it for you."
Mathews gulped as he tried to blink back the infuriating tears that threatened to spill. His voice was thick with emotions as he replied, "I'd rather have her living as a monster, than not living at all."
Before the leader could registered what the smaller man had said, Mathews was already running towards the unfenced school yard, yelling, "Annabel! Annabel, get your friends and run! Run now or you're going to--"
A flurry of rapid gunfire stopped him in his tracks as he fell down, blood pouring from his mouth and back. The last thing the fallen man had heard before dying was the shrill ring of someone screaming, "Daddy!" followed by more gunfire.
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Stepping over the foolish man, the leader of the rogue group signaled for the others to fire. The warning that Mathews had given had chased off the students from the court yard, but that was only a minor set back. They would bring this place down, even if it meant slaughtering each and every freak by hand. Signaling for the men to move forward, they all marched onto school property and shot at any movement they saw, but they mostly hit nothing but cats.
"Damn animals, they probably eat the cats," the same sleazy man from before joked, earning a few chuckles from the others as they wreaked havoc.
Some men hurled Molotov cocktails everywhere they could, setting the place ablaze in seconds. Screams of panicking teenagers could be heard as they tried desperately to find a way out, but everywhere they went was blocked by men with guns. The cries of Feldgings could be heard throughout the neighborhood as they watched helplessly as their home was burned down.
The group of men shouted and cheered in victory. However, their celebration was cut short when a line of people stepped forward. No, not people, peering closer the leader could see the sapphire tattoos that blatantly stated what they were. The horizontal line of people was a line of adult vampyres, and they looked furious. The mob of angry men made the first move, charging forward with their weapons readied. As graceful as ever, the vampyres ran, dodged, ducked, and attacked the men back, trying to keep from killing them.
One of the vampyres, the one with heart-like tattoos, was gunned downed as her back was turned. Another was hit with a surprise cocktail, the smell of burning flesh filling the air.
"Stop it!" a strong voice shouted. The authority in the voice startled the humans; they froze to see who had spoken. A tall woman stepped forward, her black dress swishing at her feet. She had a curvy figure that held great grace, even with her long legs. Her black hair hung over her shoulders, and down her back, and even though it was pin straight, it didn't look plain. Her bright green eyes were surrounded by the chaotic mesh of spiky spirals and swirls of her tattoos. Two chaotic lines branched off from the midst of the tattoos and came to meet at opposite sides of her mouth, giving her a permanent smile.
She glanced back at the burning building behind her before snapping her head back to the men in front of her, her black hair flowing behind her. The men would have been intimidated by her glare if they had been paying attention. The power and authority that surrounded the woman was enough to make them shake in their boots; the tattooed Glasgow grin made her all the more intimidating.
The woman, however, was not truly smiling. Her lips were set in a grim line, her eyes examining every face in front of her. When she spoke again, it sent shivers down the groups' back, whether from fear or something else, no one knew. "Why are you here? Why have you come and destroyed my home?!"
Swallowing his fear, the leader stepped forward and answered, "We have come to purge the world of your evil school and your disgusting species! We have come to enable the survival of the human race!"
The men behind him cheered in agreement before advancing again. The woman grinned sadly, her tattoos making her look maniac, as she outstretched her hand, palm forward. "I am sorry you feel that way, but in the name of my goddess, I must protect my home," she said coolly, as if she were talking about the weather.
Being filled with rage, the men didn't notice the woman's tattoos take on a pinkish glow until it was too late. A wave of fear washed over the men as she spoke, "Luck and chaos, heed my prayers, in the name of Nyx help me stop these evil men from harming our home. Go forth and stop them before anymore blood is shed. Now go!"
What looked like a mixture of pink fire and electricity, the woman's power shot forward, freezing all the bullets in the air. It collided with the men and almost instantly their guns fell apart. The Molotov cocktails ignited themselves, burning their holder's hands up. One cocktail fell from a man's hand and crashed to the floor, creating a circle of fire around them. Through the wall of fire, the leader of the group could still see the woman with the glowing tattoos. She was glaring at him, and he returned it tenfold. She brought her other arm forward as she slightly tilted her head to one side, her eyes never leaving his. As she began to close her hand, as if something was in it, the leader felt his heart constrict. As her hand got smaller and smaller, the pain in his chest got sharper and sharper. He fell to his knees, his hand clutching his chest. When the woman's hand fully closed into a tight fist, the leader fell to the ground in a fetal position, the people around him shouting things like, "Oh my god! I think Phil is having a heart attack!" or "Phil? Phil wake up!"
Twenty minutes later, the police had shown up and arrested the group. The paramedics arrived as well and carted away those who were dead and those who were dying. The human causality rate was much higher than the vampyre, but that was to be expected. The one that had been gunned down was forced to the go to the hospital while the vampyre that was set on fire only acquired minor burns that were easily taken care of. Soon all the humans left, leaving the vampyres and feldgings to deal with the mess left behind.
Their home was burned to the ground. The bricks were cracked and falling apart, and the only place that didn't get hit by the fire was the stables. The staff and students wonder what could burn their home like that, but it was later explained as a dangerous mixture of just about any flammable substance the hate-group was able to get their hands on. Many feldings cried on the shoulders of friends as the full realization of the event hit them. They had no where else to go, the world considered them monsters. What where they suppose to do now? The feldgings looked to their teachers for the answer, and found that they were just as dumbfounded as they were. The woman with the permanent smile stepped forward yet again, her face mirroring their sadness and grief.
"This is not the end, but a new beginning. What has happened is nothing short of tragic, but we can rebuild the school. We can rebuild it somewhere much safer, somewhere where we will be accepted for what we are. Let us pray to our goddess for her guidance and for her to watch over Professor Hart as she makes a speedy recovery. Come now everyone, our welcome in Seattle has run out; let us take our leave to someplace better," the woman consoled. Everyone, vampyre and felding alike, bowed their heads in prayer, hoping for a new beginning.
----- Flashback end--
The vampyres and feldings were able to find their new beginning in a small city on the other side of the state. In a beautiful city by the name of Medford, where it became possible for the school to be rebuilt. At the very edge of the city, at the end of Creek View drive, sat the respected building in all its glory. Having learned from the past, a ten foot iron-wrought fence had been built around the premises, keeping intruders out.
Standing in front of the building, much like a captain at the helm of her ship, the high-priestess stood, staring at the forest that surrounded them. Earlier, she had heard some menacing noises coming from the thick wall of trees, but now she wasn't so sure she had actually heard anything at all.
"Trust your instincts, Pandora, and the answers will come," a comforting voice whispered. The high-priestess nodded, trusting her goddess's words.
With a silent sigh, the high-priestess retreated back into the school. "Better prepare for the newcomers," she thought aloud as she opened the large, wooden doors and retreated back into the warmth of the building.
A/N: This idea formed...out of nowhere. Wolves are the shit, and HoN has yet to mention a wolf. Or it did and I didn't notice. XD Anyways! Moving on:
All feldings will have the standard blue, crescent outline.
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Answering the last question with a yes will increase your chances greatly, but if you have a good character that doesn't require changes, then the last question won't be needed, now will it? XD
If you'd like to create a teacher:
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Remember, no HoN rip-offs or Mary-sues. If you don't know what either of these are, there is always Wikipedia. XP