New readers be sure to read The Craving first, otherwise you won't know what's going on.

To those who have been following my first story I hope you enjoy this sequel!

The Hunt

The Sackville-Bagg's first few months at school went pretty well. Anna's teacher had been very impressed by her skill with poetry and Rudolph got a laugh from watching Flint and Nigel calling Tony 'Lord of the Underworld' and when they'd seen him in class Tony claimed they looked ready to wet their pants in fright. Gregory hadn't been too happy with having a dress code but he'd gotten used to it, as long as he could still wear black.

Most days he ended up coming over to Sera's house to do their homework since Tony was constantly at his house and the trio of children made quite a bit of noise.

By Friday though the two teens were ready for the weekend. Sera and Gregory were at her locker between classes. She had to admit he looked good in modern day (and school code approved) clothing. He had dark denim jeans on and a black button up, he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and had the first few buttons undone. He'd refused to wear a tie, something the more popular boys chose to wear, but it wasn't mandatory. Sera was in lighter jeans and a navy tee shirt covered by her leather jacket. Both of them were wearing converse. Sera thanked god everyday that the school allowed sneakers, probably because of how muddy it got whenever it rained, and as winter came it was raining more often.

"So Anna has this insane idea that we sing on our way to class. Apparently it was something she saw in 'Musical High School'?" Gregory told her as he leaned against the locker next to hers.

"You mean 'High School Musical'?"

He shrugged, "Whatever it is. It took me an hour to convince her that nobody here sings, in class, in the cafeteria or in the gym."

"How'd she take it?"

"She said she's still going to try to talk Tony into singing a duet with her from the movie."

Sera closed her locker, "Sometimes I really feel bad for that poor kid."

They made their way to World History, the class had quickly become Gregory's favorite since he had lived through most of the syllabus. The bell rang just as they were taking their assigned seats, Sera was in the row to the left of Gregory just as few desks closer to the front than he was. Mr. Ferguson, the new history teacher, made his way to the blackboard.

"World War II ended in. . . when? Miss. Donovan?" Becky shrugged, "1945. Pearl Harbor? Miss. Rookery?" the teacher asked looking up from his seating chart, Mr. Ferguson was the newest staff member in the high school, he was still learning the names of all his students. Of course the teacher of her worst subject would call on her.

"Um—"

"December 7, 1941." Gregory answered from behind her not even looking up from the paper he was scribbling on.

"Thank you Mister. . . " he took another look at his chart, "Sackville-Bagg. . ." he looked up at Gregory. "Any relation to the original aristocrats that settled here?" Gregory looked up from his notebook.

"Distant."

Mr. Ferguson nodded, "Alright then Mr. Sackville-Bagg, the fall of the Berlin wall."

"1989." Gregory said without hesitation, "I'm good with dates, sir." he shrugged.

"Keep it to the year then." Gregory's eyes flashed with the invitation of a challenge.

"Civil Rights Act."

"1964."

"John F. Kennedy assassination."

"1963."

"Martin Luther King."

"1968."

"Lincoln."

"1865."

"Rowe versus Wade."

"1973."

"Brown versus Board."

"1954."

"Battle of Gettysburg."

"1863."

"Korean War."

"1950-1953."

"Almost. It ended in '52." Mr. Ferguson returned to the blackboard.

"Actually, sir. It was '53." Gregory spoke up. Ferguson turned and looked around the class.

"Look it up!"

"It was 19. . . 53." Ronnie said looking at the page in his book. Sera couldn't help but smile and look over her shoulder at Gregory who was looking back at her smirking.

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Later, the pair got their lunch and went to the courtyard, they sat at one of the picnic tables tossing their backpacks onto the bench. It was an unusually sunny day for late fall but everyone was making the most of it. Sera was reading a book she'd gotten from her aunt while Gregory sat backwards, his back against the table, finishing his apple, looking up at the sky. Every now and then Sera would look over at him amazed by how much he seemed to be enjoying the warm sunlight on his skin.

Their peace was disturbed by a lunch tray hitting the table, Sera looked up and saw her friend Bree taking a seat across from them. The small five foot two girl smiled brightly at Sera before turning to Gregory.

"So everyone is talking about how you smoked Mr. Ferguson in class today Gregory." He looked over his shoulder at the small brunette. "He still looked steamed by the time I had him fifth period!'

"Hello Bree." Gregory said amused.

"So what other gossip have you heard?" Sera asked.

"Well, Gina got a nose job, like that wasn't obvious and then—" the girls conversation continued as another person sat at the table.

"Dominic." Gregory said stretching out a fist that the other boy returned.

"Hey, Gregory, what goes on man?"

"Heard the swim team went into their locker room and all the toilets were full of jell-o. Any comment on that?"

"What can I say man? If you want to be one of those jocks who pick on the outsider kids make sure not to mess with the master."

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After school Sera went with Gregory to his house, they were sitting on the couch with their homework and notes spread out around them when Anna and Rudolph got home from school.

"Sera!" Anna yelled running over and giving her a hug.

"Hey, how was school?"

"Excellent. I got an A on my poem and my friend Rachel let me borrow a movie." She said excited as she pulled the DVD from her pink backpack and showed it to Sera. She smiled before handing it back to Anna, who ran into the kitchen to get a snack. When the little girl was gone Sera started laughing. Gregory looked up from his homework curiously.

"What's so funny?"

"Well, you know how for three hundred years hunters were your greatest enemy?"

"Yeah."

"Well Anna just brought home your new archnemesis." Gregory still looked puzzled.

"It's called Frozen."