Lycanthrope. A disease. Wolf. I am Wolf. I am Predator. I am the Predator, for I am designed to Kill.

-o-

"You have done it a hundred times, another time will not kill you. The younger you seem, the longer we can stay here, and we are needed here, the order has sent us. There is a rouge."

"I know, but it does not make the idea of schooling any more enticing."

"Yes, well, as all of you playing students, we can stay here longer. You know this, now I demand you quit your complaining, it tires me."

"I apologize sir."

"Leave me, I have documents I must fake now to keep us all here. Tell your brothers to pick their classes also, make it easy on them, they are daft."

"Yes sir."

-o-

Eve had groaned through the last parts of her senior year and the annoying additions, like graduation ceremonies, and yearbook signings. She wanted to strangle whomever on the student government committee thought a barbeque on the football field was a grand send off. All she did was lurk under the bleachers to keep the sun off her already burnt shoulders and cheeks.

But it was all over now. Thank goodness. She was officially a student at the local community college and was going to the orientation that day. Her father had gifted her a cute four door something for graduating. She was thankful for the air conditioning as it blew wisps of her hair about on her way to the school. After parking and finally finding the right auditorium, she sat down in the last row away from most everyone else, and took out a small notepad and pen.

-o-

They were late, Faolan glared at his brothers play fighting like morons behind him. He growled a warning and they shut up quickly, after all when Adelphus was gone, he was in control. They snuck into the auditorium and filed past a few other stragglers into the last row as to not disturb the orator.

Ulric proceeded to be ungraceful just to draw some glances his way. His plan worked, two girls giggled in the next row, he winked and plopped down into a chair, slouching considerably, emphasizing his masculinity in his lazy gate and casual stance. Faolan rolled his eyes, Ulric, the youngest of them, was as big as he was, which was a considerable thing, seeing as Faolan was next in line to be leader. The sheer massiveness of Ulric would have been something to worry Faolan, as far as a competitor, but Ulric was too immature and idiotic to ever possibly contend as leader. Faolan was perhaps not as strong, but could out maneuver Ulric in his sleep. Ulric noticed the glare Faolan was burning in his direction. Ulric laughed in response and blew a kiss Faolan's way, his blue eyes twinkling as he shook his mop of sandy blond hair out of his eyes. Faolan growled to himself and pulled out the guidebook for orientation.

Bertolf sighed deeply next to Faolan, giving him a look of pure enervation, him and Faolan were actual brothers, twins to be exact, although nothing alike. Bertolf was much thinner and tired looking. He was ill most of his childhood, and was late to change. He put on muscle, and was as fast as hell, but he could never outshine his intimidating twin brother. Although, different in physique, there was no doubt they were twins. They had the same dusky tan and worn rough hands. They're eyes were the same, although the emotions they wore never were, so an on looker would never really know how similar their eyes really were. They were the same golden brown, and shaded by dark brows. Their ebony colored hair was equally disheveled, but Faolan's looked way past due for a trim, as he idlely blew lanky strands from his angry eyes.

Zeff's deep yawn and cat like stretch caught Faolan's attention. Zeff looked like he was about to pass out, and Faolan wouldn't be surprised if he heard snoring from the kid soon. Faolan nudged Bertolf to signal him to be sure and keep Zeff awake. Zeff nodded reassuringly in Faolan's direction after Bertolf whispered for him to stay awake. Faolan had always had softer feelings toward Zeff, their calmest piece of the pack. Zeff ruffled through his light brown curls with a deeply tanned hand. His big dark brown eyes and long black lashes always made him look like a puppy, even though his impressive size and muscle had most thinking otherwise. He was a perfect flank man, and Faolan's favorite running mate. His thoughts were always calm and warm, even in the heat of a battle, Zeff never failed to be levelheaded and optimistic. Faolan always thought Zeff's positive attitude got them all through hard patches. Zeff held up the note section of his guidebook for Faolan to read, it read "I'm awake, no worries chief,". Faolan chuckled and nodded before turning his attention back to the orator.

"I do not think I can take much more of this." Faolan heard grumbled a few seats over. Faolan glared at his long and intimidating looking brother. Even though to most, the six foot three Ingolfr would look like something out of a Viking painting, Faolan knew better, Vikings had nothing on this formidable brother of his. The thick white blond hair and pale skin did nothing to hide from Ingolfr's very obvious Finnish accent, but his eyes were the real catcher. The once rouge, and adopted son of Adelphus, had lavender eyes, that had a tendency to obtain a red hue when he was feeding, or fighting. Faolan always thought Ingolfr was the true intimidation in their group, he was a fierce and sometimes uncontrollable force. Adelphus has had to hold Ingolfr from fights, just to make sure none of his other boys were hurt in the process. Faolan ignored Ingolfr's protests and went back to writing down the directions the orator provided for applying for classes though the schools website.

"So you girls, maybe we'll have some classes together? Cosmetology? Well, maybe not then. But I could teach you a thing or two, if you want…" Ulric slyly offered sex to the gigglers.

"Ulric, sit up at listen before I snap your neck." Faolan demanded, quietly but with enough intimidation that the two gigglers jerked forward and Ulric sat back without question. Faolan was about to turn his attention back to taking notes when he heard a snicker directly next to him. He snapped his head in the direction of the snicker and saw a girl, nothing special in her plainness, looking at him amused. He raised an eyebrow in response, her eyes played with two emotions, amusement, towards him oddly enough, but also bitterness, something he didn't understand.

"Did I do something funny?" he asked the girl, a rough edge to his voice, he didn't take kindly to being made fun of.

"No, well, yeah, I guess. Everyone reacted so seriously to your threat. Like you were really going to snap that guys neck." she snickered again.

"Oh, that. Well, someone has to keep them in line." Faolan grumbled and went back to his notes.

"Right, okay." the girl shook her black curls back exposing the burnt curves of her otherwise milky white shoulders.

"You should stay out of the sun," Faolan said aloud, and then caught himself, why should I care?

"Uh, yeah thanks for the advice, but you know, I can't really avoid the sun, I'm not a vampire." she said to herself, and then her face turned into an icy slate, the only color on her face was the burn, which looked like an intruding stain upon the girls marble pallor.

"Hmm, yeah, I guess you aren't, not one of those." he said, just so she could hear a response, even though he knew she wasn't listening. She watched the dramatic change of emotions, her eyes, once humorous and brimming on the sarcastic, were dead now. She knew something, and Faolan intended to find out exactly what that was.

"C'mon I'm exhausted, move it or loose it." Zeff kicked Faolan, boot to boot, bringing Faolan back into the moment. He had been staring, trying to read the now dead eyed girl. "This thing is over, let's go home so you can pick our classes."

Faolan looked at him with a slight smirk and then got up and filed out of the auditorium past the dead girl. They all looked at her, but she never returned their gazes. Even Ulric was curious as to what had grabbed Faolan's attention so much that he had sat staring at her for the better part of twenty minutes. Faolan wasn't sexually enraptured. She was nothing but an average beauty, nothing to tempt him. She was fragile and weak, biologically the opposite of what he wanted in a mate. But she knew something, something about what brought him to the stupid suburb, and he intended to find out what that was.

-o-

Eve was the last person out of the auditorium and she felt as is she was walking through a breaking wave. She must have a comical gate to her now, the trudging motion of her legs as she made her way to her sedan. Why had she brought up something mystical, anything that she had thought about in the past months to explain away her recent pain. Why did she do it? She just pulled herself into a swirling vortex of depression she thought she was finally getting out of. Maybe she enjoyed soul mutilation.