Part 3
When Shauna Arlin arrived at school the following morning a sort of excited buzz was running through the students. She looked around, wondering what was happening. Black Falls was a Night Person's town, but the stirrings was amongst the humans too.
"What's going on?" she asked her friend Senna as she sat down in first period maths class.
"Didn't you hear?" Senna asked.
Shauna smiled faintly, pushing her purple fringe out her eyes. "Since I'm asking I obviously didn't."
"Jarred Redfern was *murdered* last night," Senna said, her eyes glowing with hidden amusement,
Shauna laughed. "Good. Bastard got what he deserved. Who got him?"
Senna shrugged. "Don't know. But it was someone who knew he was a...you know."
Shauna was surprised. There was a close-knit unit of Daybreakers and vampire hunters in Black Falls, and they all knew who they were. Someone new had come? Who knew about vampires?
As far as Shauna was concerned, it was a good thing. Glancing around she could see a few of the popular Night People eyeing her and Senna suspiciously.
They knew there were vampire hunters in the school, but so far hadn't been able to get any of them. So if someone else wanted to join in the game that was fine with Shauna. She could feel eyes probing her back, and after glancing around, could see no one in particular looking at her.
She wondered if the Night People knew *she* was one of the hunters. She was very careful to keep herself covered and hidden. In a town run by Night People the last thing you wanted if you were a vampire hunter was to be discovered.
"So what do you want to do about this new hunter?" Senna asked.
Shauna just shrugged. "Let them do whatever they want," she said with her lip curled. "The less monsters, the better."
She didn't know why that statement suddenly bothered her so much.
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Part 4
Chase Redfern didn't see what the fuss was all about. So Jarred had gotten himself staked. Big deal. He was a stuck up bastard who had gotten what he deserved. Of course, Jared's girlfriend Dakota Harman was crying her eyes out. She was clinging to Chase's arm, sniffing.
"Oh get over it," he snorted with contempt. Women. They were impossible sometimes.
Dakota looked up at him, hooded violet eyes shimmering with tears. "You're so heartless," she sniffled, turning away from him to cry on the shoulder of her best friend Luna Blackthorn.
Luna sighed, shaking her head and glaring at Chase, who looked innocently back at her. "What?"
"Be a little nicer," Luna hissed at him.
Chase turned away in disgust. He didn't do nice. Where was the fun in nice? He noticed a couple of the girls at the front of the classroom looked rather pleased, despite the shocked buzz echoing round the school.
"You think it was the vampire hunters?" Marlon Blackthorn asked in a low tone.
Chase just shrugged dismissively. "So what if it was? They did us a favour."
Marlon smiled dryly. "I guess." His faint smile turned into a smirk. "Dakota's just become available and needs a shoulder to cry on."
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Chase asked with amusement. "Gina's gonna be pissed."
"Gina'll just have to learn to share," Marlon said, turning to comfort Dakota.
Chase shook his head and sank down in his seat. The murder didn't bother him in the slightest. He looked around the classroom, eyeing the other students. He was certain some of them were vampire hunters, and damned Daybreakers, but wasn't sure which ones.
Someone he'd never noticed before at the back, a girl with unusual red eyes was sitting there with an expression almost as blank as his own. Something about her disturbed him, but he didn't know what. He turned away, frowning. Then he dismissed his train of thought. What was he thinking? She was just a human. No one important.
* * *
The girl with the red eyes whom no one noticed sat at the back of the classroom, in a very good mood. She was pleased seeing the wimpy little rich girl Dakota Harman sobbing her eyes out. Bitch.
She could almost feel the other girl's pain, and it gave her a high of some sort. This was much more fun than she'd thought.
Her eyes scanned the classroom, deciding to pick out her next target. For once, being a nobody was actually working to her advantage. None of them would have the slightest idea what was going on until too late.
* * *
When Shauna Arlin arrived at school the following morning a sort of excited buzz was running through the students. She looked around, wondering what was happening. Black Falls was a Night Person's town, but the stirrings was amongst the humans too.
"What's going on?" she asked her friend Senna as she sat down in first period maths class.
"Didn't you hear?" Senna asked.
Shauna smiled faintly, pushing her purple fringe out her eyes. "Since I'm asking I obviously didn't."
"Jarred Redfern was *murdered* last night," Senna said, her eyes glowing with hidden amusement,
Shauna laughed. "Good. Bastard got what he deserved. Who got him?"
Senna shrugged. "Don't know. But it was someone who knew he was a...you know."
Shauna was surprised. There was a close-knit unit of Daybreakers and vampire hunters in Black Falls, and they all knew who they were. Someone new had come? Who knew about vampires?
As far as Shauna was concerned, it was a good thing. Glancing around she could see a few of the popular Night People eyeing her and Senna suspiciously.
They knew there were vampire hunters in the school, but so far hadn't been able to get any of them. So if someone else wanted to join in the game that was fine with Shauna. She could feel eyes probing her back, and after glancing around, could see no one in particular looking at her.
She wondered if the Night People knew *she* was one of the hunters. She was very careful to keep herself covered and hidden. In a town run by Night People the last thing you wanted if you were a vampire hunter was to be discovered.
"So what do you want to do about this new hunter?" Senna asked.
Shauna just shrugged. "Let them do whatever they want," she said with her lip curled. "The less monsters, the better."
She didn't know why that statement suddenly bothered her so much.
* * *
Part 4
Chase Redfern didn't see what the fuss was all about. So Jarred had gotten himself staked. Big deal. He was a stuck up bastard who had gotten what he deserved. Of course, Jared's girlfriend Dakota Harman was crying her eyes out. She was clinging to Chase's arm, sniffing.
"Oh get over it," he snorted with contempt. Women. They were impossible sometimes.
Dakota looked up at him, hooded violet eyes shimmering with tears. "You're so heartless," she sniffled, turning away from him to cry on the shoulder of her best friend Luna Blackthorn.
Luna sighed, shaking her head and glaring at Chase, who looked innocently back at her. "What?"
"Be a little nicer," Luna hissed at him.
Chase turned away in disgust. He didn't do nice. Where was the fun in nice? He noticed a couple of the girls at the front of the classroom looked rather pleased, despite the shocked buzz echoing round the school.
"You think it was the vampire hunters?" Marlon Blackthorn asked in a low tone.
Chase just shrugged dismissively. "So what if it was? They did us a favour."
Marlon smiled dryly. "I guess." His faint smile turned into a smirk. "Dakota's just become available and needs a shoulder to cry on."
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Chase asked with amusement. "Gina's gonna be pissed."
"Gina'll just have to learn to share," Marlon said, turning to comfort Dakota.
Chase shook his head and sank down in his seat. The murder didn't bother him in the slightest. He looked around the classroom, eyeing the other students. He was certain some of them were vampire hunters, and damned Daybreakers, but wasn't sure which ones.
Someone he'd never noticed before at the back, a girl with unusual red eyes was sitting there with an expression almost as blank as his own. Something about her disturbed him, but he didn't know what. He turned away, frowning. Then he dismissed his train of thought. What was he thinking? She was just a human. No one important.
* * *
The girl with the red eyes whom no one noticed sat at the back of the classroom, in a very good mood. She was pleased seeing the wimpy little rich girl Dakota Harman sobbing her eyes out. Bitch.
She could almost feel the other girl's pain, and it gave her a high of some sort. This was much more fun than she'd thought.
Her eyes scanned the classroom, deciding to pick out her next target. For once, being a nobody was actually working to her advantage. None of them would have the slightest idea what was going on until too late.
* * *