(A/n: Please enjoy)


Chapter 31: Confronting a Renegade?

"I take it you three are students at Valentine Academy right? Mind guiding me there? I came here to speak with the Principal."

Craig only increases his scowl, not trusting this person one bit. Who does this guy think he is - no better yet, where does he think he is? What gave him the impression that he can just waltz into the woods so carelessly, and how the hell did he know a school is located here? And it's name? Craig has a bunch of questions whirling around in his head, his senses on high alert.

"He's in a meeting right now," Butters speaks up, his eyes narrowed warily.

"Yeah so how about comin' back never yeah?" Clyde shoos the adult away insouciantly.

The false benign mien the man had on his face changes. "Oh I see." His eyes slide open with a prominent glow showing underneath his eyelids, his lips curling upward into a not so good-natured smile. "Guess that's too bad..." Craig widens his orbs at the sudden replacement of the male's eye color, his iris' are a vibrant cyan highlighting his dark slitted pupils clearly from under the brim of his fedora. "For you three that is."

And that's when a familiar awareness strikes him. "No way, this guy is a-" Craig is unable to finish his thought due to a swift approach of a gloved fist being trained at his chest, reacting just in time to block it only to be sent stumbling to the ground by the unexpected powerful force. He wasn't propelled too far back surprisingly, presumably a feet away from the others at best. He tries to ignore the stinging pain in his back caused by the overpopulated twigs poking and scratching him through his shirt, his arms feeling as though they're in worse shape. The bastard packed more than just quite a punch, but it was better off that his arms took the blow in place of his chest. That would've been extremely bad.

"Craig!" Clyde and Butters shout gawking their boyfriend's way. They avert their attention back to their attacker at the sound of him cracking his knuckles, the leather material enclosing his hands failing to subdue the sounds. The two grit their teeth, both postures tense with anger. They know that this man isn't someone they can disregard now, not only did he hurt Craig but for him to be able to catch the teen off guard gives them all the more reason not to leave this individual be.

"Oops where are my manners, I forgot to introduce myself," the male says lightheartedly. He takes off his hat and bows his head. "My name is Chris King, and as you've already probably figured out," he raises his head returning his fedora over his black short locks of hair. "I'm a vampire hunter."

The reaction Chris has been yearning to see comes true, and although it's not exactly like how he'd predicted this to go he still feels mighty satisfied about it, though he keeps it to a minimum in his demeanor. It's funny to him how not even two minutes prior they were so calm- well calm and attentive. He actually wants to laugh at their current nonplussed expressions, but settles on a deriding grin.

Clyde and Butters are rendered speechless with one similar thought going through their head: "What the hell is a vampire hunter suddenly doing here?" Truth be told, even though they had attended (Forced to go to) the meeting this morning, the three of them weren't really letting Principal Brimestone's warning about a threat against their kind sink in; mainly because they thought they wouldn't be attacked so soon. They were just told this, and the day hasn't even gone by yet.

"Scared now are we?" Chris goads breaking the fretful silence surrounding the two uninjured teenagers, stalking towards them with teasing, intimidating strides. The sticks snap like crackling fire with each step he takes, Clyde and Butters steeling themselves from flinching.

"Like hell-" Clyde begins to deny, but an outstretched arm from Butters stops him from saying anything more. "We have to report him to the Principal. We can't take on a hunter by ourselves," the blonde rationalizes telepathically to both Clyde and Craig, keeping his glaring sky blue eyes tinged with nervousness at the older and taller noirette. The brunette clicks his tongue, having no choice but to agree regardless if he wants to or not. Craig may be down at the moment, but if they can stall his recovery process for it's minute long duration, he'll strengthen the advantage that they already have and then there won't be a need to get the Principal involved.

Since it's actually not a half-bad idea (At least not to him and he feels pretty proud of himself for thinking it up all on his own too), Clyde is about to tell Butters of his plan but is unable to when Craig's voice abruptly beats him into speaking first. "W-wait." He sits up being mindful of his slowly healing injuries. He looks past his boyfriends and at Chris with an angry stare, who had went into a standstill. "You're a vampire..yet you're a hunter too?" He questions. What flummoxed him is that he didn't perceive the man being one of them upon first glance, is it possible for him to conceal his true identity that well?

"...Sadly." That one word was muttered darkly, Chris' bright eyes dimming to match his tone. Once again, his smile along with his provoking attitude melts away at the query: a blank and forbidding one comes to surface. The group of three is taken aback by the menacing aura enveloping him all around his frame, but before either could utter a single syllable, he continues as well as his pace towards them, clenching his fists so tight at his sides that the tanning materials scrunch under the tightening pressure. "But I still have the heart of a human, that's why I took this job to kill you bloodsucking scum off."

Craig indicates that he is about to stand up, Butters quickly coming to his side to help him on his feet; Clyde trailing right after him so they can distance themselves from the approaching man. Chris just hinted that he's not a purebred vampire, which explains his reasoning for wanting to kill vampires. However.."That doesn't make any fucking sense," Craig scoffs. "Whether you like it or not, you're one of us. You should've been accepted that fact. You're just delusional by clinging onto your 'humanity' your whole life."

His condemning words only added more fuel to Chris' fire. "You have no right to criticize me when you don't know shit about me brat. I was born a human, you weren't."

"I don't have to be. Both kinds are just as bad anyway." Craig spoke the truth, but Chris didn't need to be told that- no rather, reminded. Especially not from someone who hasn't even lived longer than he has.

"Craig cut it out!" Clyde chides with a hiss, a nervous drop of sweat slipping down his cheek. "You've pissed him off enough."

"It doesn't matter, we have to go. Now!" Butters urges, and the moment the gap between the four of them is lessened just by an arms length away only one person remains in the woods.

Stopping with one last stick breaking in half, Chris glares daggers at the spot where the teens were last standing in. After a fleeting second, he closes his eyes taking in a deep breath. "Calm down and relax. There's no need to be so worked up over what some kid said." When he opens them, they're back to their original teal color with the glow completely gone, his ill-temper gradually dying down. He looks off towards the school, then makes his way to it feeling hollow inside. He is so going to end this as quickly as possible so he can cool his head.


Just when most of the students and part of the faculty are about to call it a day, an unforeseen signal of an upcoming announcement screeches throughout the entirety of the building. All movement ceases immediately.

"Attention everyone, it appears that the hunter was closer than we thought and he is now making his way here. I have also been told that the man is a vampire." This new information incites conversations of mixed feelings. Micheal talks over them and once they hear him resume they silence themselves. "For the students' safety, they will all go and stay in the gymnasium with Henrietta, Luther, Zerphy, Ebony, Christophe, and Dr. Kero being their supervisors just as a precaution until everything has settled down. Only three of the strongest teachers will assist me in taking care of the hunter, and I will select them." He pauses, thinking who out of the twenty teachers would be good candidates. It doesn't take him no more than five seconds to come to a decision. "Kurai, Damien, and Leon are to meet me down at the ground floor in no less than two minutes. That is all for now, the next announcement will be after our victory."

As the intercom shuts off, the six administrators that were chosen split into two groups of three and escort the students to the gym; Christophe looking grumpier than before as he begrudgingly does so. This just had to happen an hour after the meeting in the conference room. Instead of having questions concerning this sudden development, he would rather prefer to know why he wasn't picked to be included in on the action. And to make him feel ready to snap someone's neck to release his frustrations out on (None of the students and maaybe none of the staff), Damien- his freaking boyfriend was picked instead of him. Yes the man is strong though one wouldn't really think so thanks to his childish nature, but he and Christophe are practically on the same wavelength in strength. Magically and physically.

Not only that but the noirette is really sexy when he is in serious mode, and since it's so rare to see...—

The Frenchman hurriedly puts a cigarette in between his lips and lights it, glad that he'd packed his favorite items on him for the crave for nicotine is great and that alone can ebb his irritation right now.

He certainly hopes that they take this Chris guy down, and soon too.

...

In the Principal's office, Micheal turns to the informers who notified him of the vampire hunter's arrival, the four of them are standing in front of his desk. "You three are gonna get enough for sneaking out of school grounds, you're lucky to have escaped the hunter with no serious wounds," he scolds, then sighs. "I'll let it slide this once since you've given me helpful information, but I won't be so lenient the next time you guys break school regulations."

One out of the three appears both grateful and understanding while the other two look unconcerned about them avoiding punishment. "We don't get a thank you?" Butters elbows Clyde in the stomach.

Micheal flashes the brunette rubbing his gut a glare, then walks past the triad. "Go join the rest in the gym." As soon as he's by the closed door, a "Hold on" from Craig stops him from leaving.

"Let me come with you. I need to pay that asshole back for punching me."

Micheal dismisses his request with the wave of his hand. "No, four against one is more than enough." He cocks his head back, a small sly grin spreading across his lips. "Or could it be that you want to fight alongside your big brother?"

Silence. The frigid look of resentment emerging within Craig's eyes would've made anyone feel deeply regretful about the choice of words they said to him. But not Micheal. Chuckling lightly to himself as he opens the door, he walks out closing it behind him as he goes down the hallway to the entrance inside of the building.

Clyde and Butters, both sporting a frown on their face, look to their aloof boyfriend. They are well aware of the history between Craig and his older sibling, in fact the noirette himself spilled everything about his past to them so they know more than just that. However not without some warming up to first, the shortest being a month and a half with Butters since his kindness was (Still is) genuine. Clyde's took three months.

"Craig..." the blonde says softly, at a complete loss on what to say to comfort the other.

"Dude cheer up," Clyde encourages, forcing up a smile and restraining himself from giving Craig a pat on his shoulder. The last time he touched the male when he was upset, he'd nearly lost his hand. Clyde won't ever forget that being an incident as he suppresses his body from shuddering at the internal shiver slithering down his spine. "I don't see what's so wrong with-"

"Tch," Craig tsk's. And then he's gone.

Clyde shakes his head with a shrug whereas Butters heaves a small sigh, they disappear from out of the office shortly afterwards, following Craig who most likely went to their hangout spot instead of the gym.

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Unsurprisingly to Kurai, Damien, and Leon, Micheal is the last one to be at the destination he told them all to assemble to. The man doesn't even feel bad about his tardiness either.

"No less than two minutes huh?" Damien reiterates teasingly, earning an eye roll from Kurai whose arms are crossed.

Micheal waves him off also, stopping in the center of the staircases where the three men are standing. "I have my reasons unlike you and Christophe." Damien gives a brief laugh in response. "Anyway, we're sticking with your plan Kurai so there's no need to discuss that." No one voices their disagreement at the assertion. Micheal continues growing dour in the face. "I've been told another thing about Chris, turns out he was born human."

There is a seconds pause of silence. "So, the vampire hunter is a vampire himself?" Questions Damien carefully with a quirked eyebrow.

"Basically," Micheal replies with a nod. "As I said so not too long ago."

"Who told you this?" Asks Kurai skeptically. "Could it have been-"

Stopping himself with a sense of alertness, all four pair of eyes glide over to the double doors. Slowly, as if being pushed forward by a gentle breeze, the door on the right opens. The tip of what seems to be a muddy brown fedora peeks in followed by the owner of the hat.

"Great, more disappointment," the intruder grumbles, glaring dully at the quartet as he steps further in.

Micheal smirks. "What, were you expecting to go up against everyone here?" His knowing tone isn't missed by a single person in the area.

The door creaks to a close on it's own. "I was actually hoping to see the sneaky shits I saw earlier again, but I guess you guys'll have to do. You lot seem like you'll put up more than a decent fight anyway," Chris simpers stuffing his hands into his coats' pockets casually. "The quicker I take you all out, the better. I don't care how many of you there are." Micheal's grin descends into a frown, this man is overestimating himself. Immensely.

"Well well aren't you cocky," Damien comments, a glint of amusement twinkling in his cerise orbs. "You must've killed off a lot of vampires in one group huh? Otherwise you wouldn't be acting like you're tough shit." The deepening of Chris' smugness indicates that he indeed has triumphed over numbers greater than his lone-self in the past.

"Enough," Kurai says sharply. "Talking wasn't part of the plan." He unfolds his arms as he walks toward the arrogant hunter, over a dozen tiny red particles gathering near the palm of his opened right hand from the cold air; materializing into a katana with a cobra patterned black and white hilt, the collar a moonshine silver, and the blade a deep, shiny scarlet.

Chris whistles tipping up the brim of his fedora slightly. "Scary sword ya got there," he praises coolly.

"Hold on Kurai." After taking one more step, Kurai obeys Micheal's order reluctantly, scowling deeply into teal eyes before looking away.

"What is it?" The long dark haired man demands indignantly, making sure he emphasized his annoyance for being stopped.

Overlooking his indignation, Micheal darkens his smile maliciously. "Don't get too much blood on the floors okay?"

"Yeah or Henrietta will bitch about it," Damien adds with a cringe, Leon mimicking him as they both imagine the woman nagging them about the mess they'd made.

Kurai's glare vanishes into a leer and he directs the look back at Chris. "Too bad, she's just gonna have to bitch at us then." And with that being said, he glides one foot forward, presses his toes firmly to the floor, and leaps into the air going for Chris with his weapon aimed and prepared to deal a critical slash down from his shoulder to his hip.

(A/n: I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will up soon)