(A/n: Congratulations to me once again for getting a second fic of mine to +100k words! And I promise more pairings aside from Twyle (Which is still taking it's time to officially happen), Cryutters, and Dristophe will happen soon, just continue to sit tight a liiiittle bit longer. I really appreciate those that are being patient for the pairings by still faving and following. Please enjoy)
Chapter 30: Simple Strategizing
As morning gradually shifts into the afternoon, classes try to run as they normally did every weekday. Try being the keyword. The meeting earlier isn't something anybody in the school can forget so easily, or rather push the event to the back of their mind to think about at a later time. Almost everyone is distracted from focusing on teaching, learning, cleaning, and cooking without having the words vampire hunter popping up in their head.
But Tweek had already knew about the hunter ahead of time. Seems what the mysterious man in all black had told him in his dream was the truth, so much for believing that it was some made-up lie. A large quantity of hope was put into thinking that too. He wonders what Principal Brimestone will do about the hunter.
Tweek opens his eyes with a soft exhale through his nostrils, staring across at the empty bed beside him through half-lidded eyelids. He's still in the nurses office yet he feels as though he'd spent all day in here laying in bed, when it's actually been close to half an hour. But it was both a good and bad thing really, it's good because the soothing silence joined by the rain helped Tweek think back on the conversation he and Kyle had an hour prior. Which was also the bad thing. Since he'd been informed about the vampire hunter in advance, Tweek instead mulled over Kyle's confession. Well parts that he remembered...
He said he liked him, in a nervous and earnest tone. The same one Tweek heard him speak in that night he'd foolishly snuck out to the courtyard to lessen his headache. It's like whenever he talked like that, Tweek couldn't help but trust him and so easily at that. Hearing him twice in that tone had proved as much. Afterwards, when the sudden fragrance of blood filled the room, Tweek's mind had went blank. It took quite a lot of willpower to disregard the smell, his body tempting him to drink some for his thirst had not have been quenched.
The aroma began to leave the air thankfully, the next set of words Kyle spoke went in one ear and out of the other. That is until 'kissed' was said, and the word entered Tweek's ears and stayed there. Warm heat had crept up within his pale, cool cheeks, grateful that he was facing the window so Kyle couldn't see as he interrupted him from saying anything more. And he was insistent about it too. Then there was a very brief pause before Kyle opened his mouth again.
"Just tell me one thing then...Did you find the kiss disgusting?"
Tweek didn't see that coming. At all. He'd thought Kyle wouldn't of had even cared if he disliked it or not. But then again, Kyle wasn't that cold of a person; he's an asshole yes but he wasn't like a certain noirette he'd been telling Tweek not to be around. So, after a good, serious pondering, Tweek answered Kyle honestly. He'd never been kissed before a day in his life, especially not by someone of the same gender. He also wasn't prejudice against those who were gay, bisexual, or whatever; he just didn't think Kyle fell into the homosexual category. He literally gave off this vibe upon first glance or meeting that he'd rather remain single than be in a relationship with anybody.
A low rumble within Tweek's stomach startles him from continuing his thoughts, but he remembers that Kyle didn't say anything else afterwards so there isn't much else to recall. Well verbally. He'd told Tweek telepathically that he was going to see him again later.
"Sounds like someone's hungry," Dr. Kero comments, Tweek forgetting that he was in here also. Tweek wouldn't say that he's hungry, rather he's craving for something that isn't food. His stomach may want it, but what he himself wants right now isn't anything to eat.
He sits up turning his body to face the front, he moves his head to look at the male nurse, seeing him on his computer occasionally clicking the wireless mouse. "Can I get some coffee?" He asks tiredly, not even thinking about the possibility that he can receive the beverage from a staff or not. His gut grumbles as if it's protesting against being neglected of it's desire, he places a hand over his abdomen silently promising that later on he will consume some food.
"Coffee?" Dr. Kero spins his chair around to look at the teen. "Didn't peg a youngin to be into drinking those this day and age," he says, sounding a little bit shocked. Youngin? Is that old people slang or something? Tweek gives him a one-armed shrug with a small smile. "Well if that's what you want then I'll go get some for you." Dr. Kero closes the browser that he's on to show the plain blue desktop screen on his computer then stands up walking to the door. "And me too while I'm at it. But do you want anything to eat with it? Like a light snack?" He stops with his back facing the white entranceway.
Tweek shakes his head. "No thanks, I'll eat later."
A disappointed frown shows on the man's face, but Tweek only sees the look for a split second until he turns and opens the door with an "Alright." He walks out closing it lightly.
Laying back down on his back with a content sigh, Tweek pulls the sheets up to his chest and rests his arms on top of them. He knows nothing nor no one will hinder him from getting coffee this time, today is definitely going to be the day at long last. "Freaking finally." His eyes slide closed with his small smile still intact.
When approximately five minutes go by, there is a tender knock at the door followed by it being pushed forward. Tweek opens his eyes looking towards the doorway, widening them slightly as a familiar long haired blonde walks in with Dr. Kero behind him holding two steamy cups of coffee in his hands.
"Brendon?" Tweek questions incredulously at his sudden appearance. He sits back up into a sitting position so he can be handed his drink, which smells heavenly by the way and he hopes it tastes just the same.
"Yo," Brendon greets with a two-finger wave and a wink. "Now I see why you weren't in the auditorium earlier, you alright?" He grabs the stool that's by the wall near the door, brings it over to Tweek's bed, and sits on it.
"Yeah I'm fine," Tweek answers. Just when he is about to describe the condition he had yesterday afternoon to his friend, Dr. Kero gives him one of the hot cups and Tweek immediately feels his entire body surging with heat as he sets the container over his lap as if he's holding a newborn baby. He stares down into the dark brown pool of nostalgia with a trance-like gaze, the steam gone due to the coldness of the room. He can see his reflection through the little ripples aroused by the faintest trembles of his hands. Not wasting another second nor caring about the coffee's flavor, he eagerly yet tentatively places the brim of the cup up to his lips, aware that Brendon is watching him with some sort of expression he can't make out through his peripheral as he does so. Dr. Kero is enjoying his own mocha as he resumes his work back on the computer.
When the warming liquid grazes his top lip, he shudders a bit keeping a firm hold on the cup then allows the beverage to enter his mouth. The taste buds on his tongue react as if they'd tasted something so divine that they want an endless supply of it, perhaps it's because the coffee exceeded his expectations. Or maybe his vampire senses is the cause. For all he knew the coffee could have it's usual ingredients in it, even appearing so but his sense of taste doubled it's flavor. He takes one more sip, bigger than the previous one he took then lowers the cup down on top of his lap licking his lips then curling them into a puzzled frown.
"Dr. Kero..what's all in here?" Tweek asks, gazing into his half-filled cup.
"Hm?" The brunette turns his chair to face the teen. "Why, is it not to your liking?"
Tweek hardens his frown. "No it's really good, but..." He finds it really difficult to put it into better words. The coffee is more than just good, and he's supposed to be happy about that, that's how he imagined himself being after taking a swig of his favored drink. But instead he feels..lost? and he has no idea why.
"Wanna know the main ingredient we put in those?" Brendon asks slyly, leaning an elbow on the bed and pointing at Tweek's cup with his other hand. Dr. Kero shakes his head with a small smile then focuses back on his computer again. Tweek looks at Brendon through the corner of his eye, getting a bit skeptical thanks to the tone and matching expression on the other blonde's face. Something deep down within Tweek already has a gist on what this 'main ingredient' is...
"It's blood obviously," Dr. Kero intrudes, typing on the keyboard. Brendon pouts with a groan then scolds the male nurse for spoiling.
Blood. Of fucking course. So it wasn't because of his altered taste buds then? Tweek gets that blood is essential to vampires like, dare he even mention him, Luke said, but surely it's not necessary to put into foods and beverages. Why when it can drunken by itself? No wonder he felt so different after drinking his coffee, there's fucking blood in it! Dr. Kero must've stirred it up well because Tweek can't detect any other color but brown within his cup. He blinks when he catches a glimpse of his reflection glaring back at him. With a sigh, that puts a stop to Brendon's flippant chiding, Tweek downs the rest of his coffee and places the empty cup on the nightstand next to his left.
After a fleeting pause of silence, Tweek's stomach growls, not giving up wanting food. As his cheeks turn a light shade of pink, he has the great urge to bury himself underneath the covers when Brendon chuckles. Talk about embarrassing, stupid gut Tweek promised to feed himself later but it seems it can't wait that long.
"I should've brought back a snack for you anyway," Dr. Kero says with the shake of his head.
"Or you could've given him your coffee," Brendon suggests, grinning at the old man's back. Then he looks back at Tweek. "Dude hasn't had any for days after all." The pink darkens a shade deeper at the teasing tone Brendon used to repeat what Tweek said the other day during lunch.
"Either do what you normally do here or go spend your free period elsewhere. You're less annoying when you're asleep," Dr. Kero complains, still keeping his attention on the monitor in front of him as he moves the mouse around then starts typing.
"Aw c'mon don't be like that," Brendon whines playfully. "You know you enjoy my company."
The elder shakes his head again. "Whatever," he scoffs. "Just keep it down and don't talk me, I'm workin' here."
Brendon flips him off. "Old people are always tight asses in the end." Tweek contains his laughter and only gives the other a small smile at the irritation in his thought, his blush fading. "Well anyway, what do you want to eat? A muffin? A fruit bowl? Or would you rather just have another cup of coffee?" Brendon offers.
There he goes being nice again. Tweek declines all three choices with the shake of his head, though the third one does sound very appealing. But he'll stick to waiting maybe around the afternoon to eat anything, plus he doesn't want to trouble Brendon by doing such a task. "No to all of those."
"A muffin and another cup of coffee it is then." Shooting the frowning crazy haired blonde a wink, Brendon gets up telling Dr. Kero that he will be back to which the older grunts at as he goes to leave out of the room. Once he's gone, Tweek heaves a sigh at his friend's stubborn kindness.
"Don't think you're taking his kindliness for granted. It may not be sincere as you think."
Tweek looks to Dr. Kero confused, that was sudden. Was he intrinsically saying that Brendon is faking compassion? Tweek can't bring himself to believe Dr. Kero, there's no way Brendon is feigning such an emotion towards him. Tweek settles on not replying back as he stares down at his lap, bringing forth a semi-awkward silence between them as he waits for Brendon to return.
Once school ends signaled by the signature sound of the bell, Stan hurries out of his Art class and to his shared room. Throughout the last period, he'd been formulating a way to tell his friends about his newfound escape plan. The first option was to be outright with it, he'd figured that beating around the bush wasn't going to be necessary. "We're gonna have the vampire hunter help get us outta here," was what he planned on saying. But knowing Gregory, he'd probably disagree and spout about the reasoning behind his disagreement.
So because of him, Stan thought up a backup plan. And that was to sneak out while the hunter and vampires were busy with each other. They were still in Colorado and he sort of remembered how they got here, but there's a reason why he'd rather not go about doing this one, and that was because they'd have to hitchhike a ride to the nearest town. If he told that to Gregory, he'd disapprove of that idea also.
But despite Gregory most likely opposing to both of those two plans, Stan knows he'll go along with the first one. However if he doesn't, then he'll be hitchhiking by himself.
Stan grins at the thought of the platinum British blonde standing alone by the curb of the street with his thumb up and held out, only for the cars to drive straight past him as if he was invisible. Stifling a laugh, Stan is the second person to reach his allocated room once he opens the door, inside is Vice and he's currently taking off his blazer.
"How the heck are you always the first one in here?" Stan asks, walking in closing the door halfway and going towards his bed. He puts his binder down on top of his nightstand and starts unbuttoning his jacket.
"My class is the first one in the next hall," Vice responds with a one-armed shrug. He grabs a book that's on his bed and heads to the door. "I'm going to the library, I'll be back before dinner."
"Oh okay, but-" Stan says, stopping himself when Vice is already out of the room, the door now closing. Stan was going to ask him if he was going to go to the library today, but it looks like he didn't have to. Stan takes off his blazer, folds it, and goes to drop it off into the dirty clothes basket in his bathroom. Next are his shoes once he's back by his bed, and lastly is his white tie, he puts that within one of the small drawers in the dresser.
"They better not had forgot," Stan thinks as he stretches his arms going to sit down on his bed. He reminded Gregory in third period, which aggravated the teen greatly.
"I know for Christ sake Stanley!" Gregory hissed to him on their way to lunch. "This plan of yours better be good for you to keep pestering me about it." Good or not, at least he had something.
There's a knock at the door a couple of minutes later, Stan tells them to come in and they do so. Well speak of the Devil. "Knew you'd be the first one here," Stan smirks wittingly.
Saying nothing, Gregory glares at him and sits down at the bottom of one of the beds opposite of Stan's on the other side of the room, crossing both his arms and leg over the other. The silence between them is awkward, but they seem not fazed by it, appearing as if they'd grown accustomed to such an uncomfortable atmosphere surrounding them. They 'bask' in it for an additional few more minutes until there's another knock at the door. Upon hearing Stan giving them permission to come into the room, they reveal themselves to be Ike and Gary.
Stan frowns, getting impatient. Where the hell is Pip and what's taking him so long? If he'd forgotten..-"Pip is in the cafeteria," Ike informs as he proceeds toward the bed beside the one Gregory is sitting on, which happens to be Gary's but he doesn't mention it as he lays his notebook down on the nightstand and begins to take off the top garment of his uniform.
"Did he say when he was gonna be here?" Stan inquires.
"I dunno," Ike shrugs sitting cross-legged. "I didn't go in and talk to him, I just know he's in there cuz he always goes there everyday after school."
Stan rolls his eyes with an annoyed sigh. "Well whatever, I'll just tell you guys then. Fill Pip in for me if he doesn't show up." Ike nods his head that he will. Stan copies the younger noirette's sitting position in the middle of his own bed, face contorting into serious mode. "Okay you all remember the meeting this morning right?" All four heads confirm that they do with a nod, Gary remains standing even after he'd removed his blazer which is laid on his bed.
"We're not going to forget everything in the span of just one day," Gregory grouses.
Stan waves him off. "Anyway, we're gonna have the vampire hunter help get us outta here." Silence as the quartet lets Stan's candid plan sink into their brain, it's broken a second later by Gregory giving Stan a dubious stare.
"Care to elaborate how?"
"How else?" Stan deadpans. "We tell him we got tricked into coming here. He'll know that we aren't lying since we're the only humans in this place."
Ike frowns, doubtful. "You think it's gonna be that simple though? What if Principal Brimestone-" Three faint knocks on wood interrupts him, all eyes (Except Gregory's) looking at the doorway as Stan tells the obvious individual that they can come in. Hesitantly pushing the door forward is Pip, he apologizes sheepishly about his tardiness as he closes the door gently with his back.
Stan waves him off also. "What were you gonna say Ike?"
What if Principal Brimstone interferes? Is what the half-Canadian wants to say, but instead he shakes his head. Even if the Principal tries to prevent them from leaving, the vampire hunter will ensure their safety since not only are they still young but human as well. He hopes..."Nothing, never mind."
Stan eyes him silently for a moment, then shrugs. He tells Pip about them using the vampire hunter as a means to escape the school, the blonde's expression instantly going sullen.
"Oh, okay..." he says dejectedly.
"Look," Stan sighs, knowing what's gotten the British teen so down all of a sudden. "Tweek's a vampire now, he can't leave here even if he wanted to."
Pip purses his lips resentfully. "I know...but it still feels wrong." They're basically going to leave the poor guy here to die.
"Yeah I agree," Gary speaks up, looking just as unhappy. "He's our friend-"
"Was our friend," Stan corrects coldly. "He doesn't even talk to us anymore, he'd rather hang out with Kyle, hell even Craig than with us." The last he'd spoken to Tweek was when he asked the other about his whereabouts with Craig. Pip presses his lips tightly together, remembering Tweek snubbing him yesterday morning in first period. That hurt him, he doesn't even know what he did to deserve that.
"How do you know?" Ike questions. "Did he tell you?"
"He didn't have to. I knew the moment he refused to tell me where he and that asshole went after he'd gotten released from the infirmary a few days ago before second period started." Stan observes the four teens as he asks, "When's the last time either of you talked to Tweek?"
No one says anything for a short while until Gregory replies that he only has one class with Tweek, and the three of them share said class so he should know if he'd interacted with the crazy haired blonde or not. Stan rolls his eyes again, deducing that Gregory has not talked to Tweek at all since his transformation. Ike says that he doesn't have a single period with Tweek, Gary has only first period with him along with Stan and Pip, but hasn't talked to Tweek either. Now that just leaves Pip.
"Pip?" Stan calls. Different colored sets of eyes (Except Gregory's once again) turn to look at the quiet blonde. "What about you?"
Pip looks down at the carpeted floor. "...I found out today that I have fourth period with him, but..he hung out with Craig and someone else." Tweek needs to be told about Brendon, and Pip so badly wants to be the one to do it. Alas he knows Tweek won't trust a word he says to him.
"See? He's hangin' out with his kind now, they're his new friends," Stan concludes, kicking out his legs for they were getting numb.
"You don't get it..." Pip whispers with constrained rising anger.
"Get what?" Stan frowns confusedly.
Pip snaps his head upward with glossy light blue eyes glaring at him, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "What's the point if they're his friends if he's going to die along with them?!" Stan blinks at his outburst, immensely taken aback as were Gary and Ike. "In case you've- no all of you have forgotten, Tweek has already been through hell here, now we're just going to abandon him for our own sake! And without telling him either! Think about how he feels! I bet you didn't even consider his feelings did you Stan?! This has to be the lowest thing you've ever done, you're despicable!"
A minutes long silence follows right after.
"It's almost time for dinner," Gregory declares calmly, bold enough to speak over the extremely tense quietude.
The doorknob suddenly twitches, Pip distances himself away from the slowly opening door. Vice peeks his head in through the small opening, looking back and forth between Stan and his friends with a sweatdrop. He can practically feel the uneasiness contaminating the air inside the room and drifting into the hallway. "Umm, am I interrupting something?"
Stan blinks a second time, composing himself from the shock to answer. "Nah, you're good. We're done now." He didn't even notice that time was flying by so quickly.
Pip gives him a hurtful, heated scowl and turns to leave, politely excusing himself to Vice as he storms out of the room. Vice steps in and out of the way as Gregory walks out, his arms still crossed. Ike trails behind him awkwardly after he'd put his shoes back on.
Stan shakes his head with a heavy sigh, he expected Gregory to be the difficult one. Not Pip.
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After dinner is over, Micheal orders all of the teachers and staff to follow him to the conference room as the students head back to their room. Well half of them. Brimestone leads the way with Henrietta and Luther matching his pace on either side of him, once a pair of dark brown doors come into view Micheal pushes both sets open and advances into the expansive room.
The Colonial stonewalls are bare, windows included. The only light source is a chandelier similar to the ones in the cafeteria. A large, long table covered by a silver tablecloth is situated in the center equipped with black chairs tucked underneath on each side, a dark leather chair is at the far end of the table. The adults' feet pad across maroon wooden floorboards towards their seat, Micheal being the last one to sit down in the leather chair, his two assistants had place themself in the chairs beside him. A couple of chairs down the table are vacant. The doors close as if being shut by a non-physical force.
"Okay," Micheal starts, leaning forward putting his elbows on the table as he claps his hands together. "The whole purpose of this meeting was so you all could ask the questions you didn't get a chance to ask earlier or were left unanswered or both. So, who wants to go first?"
" 'ow long is zhis gonna take?" Christophe is still grumpy over the fact that he had to partake in this unnecessary discussion, he doesn't have any questions. He could be in his and Damien's room smoking a cigarette as he 'listened' to the noirette talk about his day and other nonsense right now.
Henrietta shoots the Frenchman a glare for his rudeness. "Why so you and your boyfriend can go fuck each other like you always do?" Damien bursts out laughing while the brunette involuntarily flushes and flips her off.
"You would know pervertir," Christophe spat.
"Wow nice comeback," the woman commemorates sarcastically with the roll of her eyes.
"The both of you cut it out right now," Micheal intervenes with a glare of his own. Henrietta huffs sitting back folding her arms under her breasts, Christophe doing the same as he leans back stuffing his hands into his pants pockets, fingers clutching a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. "To answer your question Christophe, you all will leave once everyone has asked the question they've been wanting to get answers to."
Christophe tsk's, this might drag on the whole freaking evening then! "Well can I step out to go smoke?" He is denied immediately and he flips the Principal off also, Damien pats his shoulder comfortingly.
"Anymore questions?" Micheal asks, losing his look of irritation.
"Yes I have one." The next one volunteering is Dr. Kero. Micheal beckons him to continue with a nod of his head. "Do you have anymore information on the hunter? Such as their gender, current whereabouts, or anything that'll benefit us?"
Micheal curls the corners of his lips downward. "I'm afraid the only new info I have is their name," he admits as he presses his back against the smooth leather. "It's Chris King, and based on that we can already assume the hunter is a guy. Later on this week I might get more details on him." Some begin to worry as they start to voice their concerns to one another.
"Since we don't have any good leads to go on, I suggest we come up with a plan." All voices stop at that proposition, looking to the person who said it.
"You're absolutely right," Micheal agrees with a small smile. "What do you have in mind Mr. Akuma?"
The Asian man smirks. "It's simple really, we kill him the moment he sets foot into this building."
Micheal closes his eyes as he chuckles sitting up. "Diligently straightforward as always." He opens his eyes looking at Christophe. "Unlike someone." Knowing whom he was referring to, Christophe ignores him. Micheal gives the entire table his attention. "Alright then it's settled, we will kill the hunter as soon as he shows his face here. It shouldn't be too hard, we outnumber the guy anyway." He shrugs. "Okay the meeting's over, everyone can go."
Christophe is the first to stand up from his seat, mumbling a "Finally" as he leaves with Damien in tow. It takes a moment, but the others start rising from their chairs and head towards the double doors, conversing along the way about Kurai's plan. Standing, Micheal stops Henrietta and Luther, appearing stern as he says, "I got somethin' to tell you two, but we'll talk about it in my office."
"Jeez, just how far back is this school?"
The teal-eyed hunter has been walking in the dead woods for what he feels has been twenty minutes, but for all he knew it could've been less than or maybe more than that. Good thing he had a good nights rest last night, he didn't think it was going to be possible since he was worrying about his clothes. But after phoning the only staff member managing the front desk once he'd finished showering, he was rest assured that a housekeeper would come by and take care of his drenched clothes since he was only staying for one night. So the noirette gathered up his clothing in his arms, grimacing as they wet the dry and comfortable sleeves of his white bathrobe and set them down in front of his room's door as told by the lady. He trusted that no one would even dare to touch someone else's belongings that were left unattended here, but the place was pretty much empty anyway so he had nothing to be anxious over.
At ease now, he planted himself into the comfortable bed, having no need to turn off the lamp since he didn't turn it on when he first stepped foot in here. He pulled the sheets up to his shoulders and immediately drifted off to sleep. For the first time in his life it was a peaceful nightmare-free slumber.
A yawn escapes past Chris' wide open mouth which he covers at the last second, he should've booked for an additional day or at least stayed in the hotel until the evening which is what it is right now. With it still raining, although lightly ever since this afternoon, he would really love to go back to the hotel and doze off on their snuggable bed again. The rain and that soft mattress and it's sheets and pillow were the best combination, the bed was far better than the previous ones he'd slept in in the other states. Hell even his own one back at home.
He pushes the thought aside before he gets too deep into it, he needs to focus and thinking about beds isn't going to help. He doesn't have the paper his boss wrote on containing the directions and other instructions, he'd forgotten to take it out of his coat's pocket yesterday and when it was returned to him, the scrap was gone. The housekeeper most likely had thrown it away. But it's fine, he remembers the important information that was on there...or so he thought. He has yet to have seen any indication of a building amidst his ambling, the trees aren't making it too problematic for him, however he is getting tired of constantly crushing twigs. He wishes he could teleport directly where the school is but he opts not to. He must conserve every ounce of energy, plus he wants to pay the vampires a surprise visit and take advantage of his unsuspected arrival.
He smiles a little picturing their shocked and baffled faces, oh how he can't wait to end them. It's a few minutes later when he spots what appears to be a black shack house stationed a yard away in deficient shape. Acquiring a curious feeling, he nears it, then gives the cabin a suspicious glare the closer he gets. Someone- no there's more than just one person inside there, which confuses him. It doesn't even look like a stable enough building anyone would bother to go into, let alone approach. "Probably some homeless people." Why they came all the way out here in vampire territory is beyond him, they must not have known or didn't care.
Chris relaxes deciding to ignore the shack to continue his search for the school, eyes widening when he looks in the opposite direction seeing part of a large building made of stone not too far away past the thin, thick trees. He blinks, he would've missed it if he hadn't of paid attention to his surroundings. Learning his lesson, he walks in the school's direction, but hears a branch snap followed by a deep monotone voice behind him.
"Hold it." Stopping, the man smirks as he turns around. Seems they weren't homeless people after all. "What business do you have comin' all the way out here?" The teen demands with a mistrustful scowl on his face. Standing on his left and right hand side is a brunette and blonde, all three wearing a white dress shirt with a button or two undone with black pants and shoes.
"I take it you three are students at Valentine Academy right?" The hunter asks although he already knows the answer. He honestly didn't expect to come across any of the students so soon, especially ones out by themselves. Hmm, should he kill them as a warm-up or...He watches as the trio becomes more cynical of him, he gives them an innocuous eye smile. "Mind guiding me there? I came here to speak with the Principal."
(A/n: Pervertir: Pervert (Knew that already I bet lol)
I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be up soon)
