Okay, so I've never written fanfiction before, this is my first attempt ever, so please review and let me know what I've done right or wrong. Anyway, I'm just making this up as I go along, throwing Glee into a world I just thought of, like an hour ago. So in this world there are vampires, who hunt and kill humans, Darklings (or Hunters) who hunt and kill vampires and humans, who are oblivious to this darker side of the world. Devlin is the Prince and Leader of the Darklings and Wren is his little sister. Magic runs through the royal family, but I haven't even gotten to the idea stage for that yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, all I own are the characters in this chapter, a laptop and a clearly very strange mind.

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Hunting and School

I'd seen a lot in my few years. I'd done a lot of things. By the time I was sixteen, I was pretty numb to the world. But through all that, there was still so much I didn't understand.

I watched them come towards me, just another night, pressing my back against the solid wall behind me. My fist gripped tightly around the blade in my hand. Their eyes glinted in the darkness, glowing blue eyes. There were four of them that night, creeping forward towards me, four sets of fangs glinted in that moonlight. Blood coated their fronts. Some kill from earlier that night, I assumed.

I suppose that made me angry. That they had killed some innocent victim, that I hadn't been able to save. I wasn't sure anymore, all I knew was, you couldn't save them all, no matter how much you tired.

I let out a tired sigh, tipping my head to the side. One of them laughed, sucking a deep breath through his fangs.

"Now, what, might I ask, is such a pretty little morsel doing out this late? And all alone?" His friends chuckled. "Don't you know what happens to helpless little girls at night? Especially dressed like that."

"I surely do." I said, bored. I didn't bother looking at my clothes. They were kind of revealing, but I didn't dress to impress, I dressed for fluidity. Black shorts, black spandex top, high black combat boots and a leather belt, looped with all sorts of glittering silver. I guess if you didn't look too closely, you would think it was jewellery or something. "Something tells me, you know what happens to little girls out all alone as well. You probably know very well." I watches his eyes run over my body, leering. It would have grossed me out, but I was too used to it. At this point, it was just annoying. They crept closer.

"I think we're going to have some fun little girl."

"Yeah," I adjusted my grip on my silver blade. "Maybe."

They attacked. It didn't last long. I spun, flinging blades from my belt with deadly accuracy, leaping into a spinning flip over their heads, landing crouched near the leaders writhing body.

Long, piercing screams filled the air. Three of them lay still, silver knives quivering through their hearts, dark, dark blood staining the ground in an ever widening pool. The leader, the one that had spoken to me, shrieked into the empty night, sharp metal pinning his wrists to the concrete.

I was still bored. He'd disappointed me. Pity.

Blank face in place, I stood over him, staring into his eyes. I saw darkness. I saw hatred, fury, pain. Those I saw. What I didn't see was fear. Good. I didn't like fear. He faced his death like a man. Or, like a vampire I should say.

"You were wrong." I told him. "That wasn't much fun."

"Bitch." He snarled through clenched teeth. "Fucking Darkling Bitch."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I am." I shoved a knife into his chest, just missing his heart. He screamed. "Now tell me, handsome, where'd you leave the bodies tonight. I know you killed tonight, and I really don't feel like scouring the slums of the city to find them before the humans wake up. So be a darl, and just tell me."

"Won't… tell you… shit… Hunter…" he panted through his pain.

"Hmm…" I gripped one of the blades in his wrist and twisted slightly, uninterested in his howl of agony. "Let's try that again, shall we-" A sharp ringing split the night. "Shhiit." I muttered with passion, reaching for my phone. "Don't move." I told him.

"You're taking a phone call?" he sounded shocked.

"Shut up, I have to answer this." I said snidely.

"Got to be kidding me…ARH!" I flicked the silver under my hand. He glared at me. I glared back.

Checking the caller id, I swore again, with more feeling this time.

"This had better be important, Jay." I hissed.

"Don't take that tone with me. I don't care who your brother is, I will cut you." The ever so annoying voice said. "Devlin wants to talk to you."

"Tell our exulted leader I'm in the middle of an interrogation and I'll call him back later." I absently poked the knife, watching the vampire twitch in pain.

"No can do Princess, he's already on his way."

I froze. "What? Don't play with me Jayden, I will find you."

"I'm not playing, he's almost there. This is just the heads up call. And, FYI, he's bringing back up."

"That son of a-" I hung up and climbed to my feet, placing a foot on fang-boys chest, right next to my knife. He didn't dare move.

Sure enough, it wasn't even a minute before I could hear motorbikes in the distance.

Four bikes pulled up to the curb, and four tall, extremely good looking man dismounted. Two immediately set up a watch, keeping a sharp eye for witnesses, one came to take over my sentry at the fallen Vamp, the last just stood by his bike, arms crossed and staring at me.

Son of a bitch, this was going to suck.

Taking a deep, frustrated breath, I walked up to him, crossing my arms and leaning my weight to one foot.

"Alright, what do you want Dev?"

We looked so alike in some ways, though people were forever calling me 'delicate'. I hated that word.

Jet black hair, and slightly tilted honey golden eyes, straight noble noses and stubborn jaws. We really did look alike, though he was a good head taller then me. My annoying, overbearing, over-protective, arrogant older brother.

"You've been avoiding me." He said.

"Now why would I do that? More importantly, how would I do that? You've got spies everywhere."

"You've been ignoring my summons, not returning my phone calls, moving from city to city each week, playing games with your prey. Frankly little sister, I think something's up with you."

"Nothing's up with me Devlin. I'm not a dog to be summoned, I've been hunting, that's why I've been moving about, and it's taken a while, so I've a little too busy to return your phone calls, sorry, but it is my job. Yours too, by the way."

"I know Wren, don't tell me my job."

"Is there a point to this conversation Dev?"

"Yes." He smirked. I hated that smirk. "I think it's time you tried a normal life."

"What?"

"A normal life, little sister."

"I am living a normal life. This is my life. This is what's normal for Hunters. What do you mean exactly?"

"I don't mean a Hunter's life. I mean a teenagers life."

"I don't like where this is going Dev…" I narrowed my eyes.

"I'm sending you to high school."

"What!"

I was in shock. What? High school? What the hell was my idiot of a sibling thinking?

My mind bubbled over with so much fury I almost missed the rest of what he was saying.

"You know damn well you're far to young to have even started Hunting yet. Hunters aren't supposed to be let loose until they're twenty. After what happened…"

"Don't go there Devlin." I snarled.

"After what happened," he continued. "I figured you needed to let loose, give off steam and live your own life for a bit. And, damn, but you're good at it. But it's been three years Wren, and you're pulling away. Away from our friends, away from me, and away from reality. I think you need this."

"Hunters are supposed to be solitary!" I was nearly yelling. "And what do you think High School is going to help? No hunter has ever attended high school. We're not human, Devlin! I'm not human!"

"It's a herd environment. And you need to interact with a society again. Plus, I may need you there. There's been a slight increase in vamp activity in that area, as well as a minor swell in magical energy. You're the only other one of royal blood I can send, and I can't go myself. So, you've been volunteered."

I was glaring daggers at him, I knew. "I hate you so much right now Devlin, and I swear, by my blood, I will find some way to pay you back for this."

"I'm making it an order, Wren." His tone hardened, all traces of the fun loving man I knew he could be, gone in an instant. Now he was just the leader. Darkling Prince in command. Bastard.

Jaw clenched in rage, I forced my voice to be some semblance of civil. "Where exactly am I going?"

"Everything's been set up, waiting for you. Jason will tell you everything on the road."

I snapped my head around to glare at the tall blonde man by my former victim.

"Wait, what?" he said quickly.

"Jason will take you to Z's place, were you'll stay while you attend school. Z's already set up and waiting for you."

"Oh sure," Jason said. "Dump me with the pissed off warrior princess, I'll be lucky to get there in one piece."

"If you don't stop whining, you won't even leave here in one piece." I smiled sweetly at him.

"Dev…" Jason backed away from me.

"I'm with her on this Jace."

I rounded on him again. "So where the hell am I going, anyway?"

He handed me an envelope. "William MacKinley High School. Lima, Ohio."

I slowly raised my eyes from the envelope to meet his amused gaze.

"You son of a bitch."

So that's the first chapter. Reviews are love =)