Part 5
Iris Hamilton's nose wrinkled in disgust, not understanding how vampires could be such idiots. She shook her head slightly, listening carefully for sounds. When she heard a crunch of glass behind her she whirled around, slamming her stake into the heart of the idiot monster who had tried to sneak up on her.
She stood back, arms folded in satisfaction as she watched the vamp jibber uselessly, his eyes go wide with shocked surprise and anger.
"Life's a bitch, isn't it?" Iris said to the dying vamp, amused as she watched his skin turn leathery, shrink in on itself, withering and fading away until there was nothing left but a pile of old bones. She smirked at them. "Asshole," she muttered, retrieving her stake.
She started heading out the alley, deciding she may as well go back to headquarters and see what was happening. The vampire hunters in town were all rather pleased over the death of Jarred Redfern, a spoiled stuck up brat who had gotten what he deserved. They knew the Night People suspected them, and had been warned to lay low for a little while.
But Iris didn't really care. She killed vampires and she enjoyed killing vampires. They were scum. Monsters. They deserved what they'd got.
A footstep sounded behind her and she whirled around again, ready to attack whoever was sneaking up on her. Just as quickly Iris pulled back her attack looking at the small girl with dark hair flying as she ran towards her, a wild look of terror in her red eyes.
"Hey, are you okay? What happened?" Iris asked, concerned. Her eyes peeled the darkness for signs of vampires or other Night People.
"Help me," the girl whispered. "They..." She glanced back the way Iris had just come and shuddered.
"It's okay," Iris said soothingly. "I'm the good guy. You stay here and I'll go get them." She started down the alley, hands gripped tightly on her stake, making the girl hide in a recessed doorway of a closed down shop.
Cautiously, Iris looked around, but could see no signs of neither vampires or shapeshifters. She was confused, venturing further on, but not wanting to leave the girl alone for long.
Finally, she decided there was nothing there. She headed back to the red-eyed girl. "There's nothing there. They must have run away."
The girl had stopped shaking, and looked rather cool and collected. She was leaning against the door, smiling a little. "I know."
Iris looked at her, confused. "Huh?"
Without warning the girl suddenly hurled a palm-full of something orange at Iris. Caught off guard, Iris stumbled and fell, losing her grip on her stake. The last thing she saw was amused red eyes glinting in the darkness as the girl killed her with her own stake.
* * *
The red-eyed girl smiled watching as the vampire hunter died. Murdered by her own weapon. It didn't matter to her that the vampire hunter had claimed to be "one of the good guys".
She scowled, her expression darkening, as she remembered how the "good guys" had been just as responsible. In her opinion, Daybreak was no better than Night World. They were all killers, they all deserved to die.
Well, she thought, her lips curling. They're going to.
She was going to make sure of it. She could feel a raging heat and anger burning inside her. A loud clap of thunder banged overhead. She looked up at the sky, smiling as she felt the rain coming down, cooling her. Whistling cheerfully, she walked off into the darkness.
* * *
Part 6
Shauna sat in class the next morning, not really paying attention to the lecture. The entire school was buzzing about a second murder, this time the murder of Iris Hamilton. She glanced over at the Night People, who in turn, looked rather smug.
She scowled in anger and fury. This was retaliation. They were pissed because they thought the vampire hunters had killed that idiot Jarred Redfern, so they'd got back at them by killing Iris with her own stake.
She clenched her fists in fury, it was taking every ounce of self control she had not to storm over there and start a fight here in school. The consequences of that, she didn't even want to think about.
She sat through class, her expression thunderous. When the bell rang to signal lunch she snatched up her stuff and stalked out, not caring who she knocked over.
She found the other Daybreakers and vampire hunters in an empty classroom, ready for discussion.
"So when are we killing them?" Shauna demanded, slamming the door.
Senna looked up, frowning. "We don't even know which one of them did it."
"It doesn't matter!" Shauna raged. "They're scum! Kill them all."
Thia Harman sighed, sitting back in her chair, a mass of golden hair spilling down her back. "Why don't we all calm down and look at this objectively," she said tiredly. From the tone of her voice, Shauna guessed that it wasn't the first time an angry shouting match had broken out.
She scowled, sitting down herself. "What's there to look at? They did it. They had to."
"We didn't kill Jarred," Senna said with a frown.
Thia looked at her, and then addressed the rest of the group. "Did anyone here kill Jarred Redfern?"
There were mutterings and shaking of heads. The group was every Daybreaker in the small area, and not one of them had killed Jarred.
The door to the classroom bust open. Shauna was on her feet, along with Senna and Thia at the site of Luna and Marlon Blackthorn, Dakota Harman, Chase Redfern lurking at the edges, and a few other Night People.
"I think we need to have a little talk," Luna said, walking into the classroom without being invited and tossing back her white-blond hair. She sat down in one of the chairs opposite Thia and glared.
The other Night People walked in, but remained standing.
Thia sat there, looking at Luna, arms folded. "Talk."
"You killed Jarred," Dakota said, clenching small fists. Her violet eyes were still red-rimmed.
Shauna looked at her in disgust, wondering how she could survive in the Night World and Circle Midnight. She looked like a stiff wind would blow her over.
"We didn't kill Jarred," Senna said, matching the Night People's glares.
"Oh come on," Marlon snorted. "Do you really think we're that stupid?"
"Yes," Shauna said with a sneer. "Jarred obviously was to get himself staked.
"Bitch!" With a shriek of anger and fury Dakota raised her palms above her head, a glow of orange fire starting to grow between her palms. She hurled the blast at Shauna, who ducked out the way. The blast passing harmlessly over her head. Dakota shrieked in rage and ran for Shauna instead. Shauna shook her head in disgust. What a dummy.
She simply stepped aside, Dakota's momentum taking her forward, past Shauna. She wasn't much of a fighter as she tried a second time. Shauna was getting rather bored, and threw a snap kick to Dakota's chin, sending her flying backwards.
A few other Night People started to get mad, and looked like a they might start a real fight. Shauna grinned, ready for action. But to her disappointment Luna held up her hand.
"Leave it, people," she said, irritated. "We didn't come to start a fight."
"We didn't?" Chase asked with a dry smile.
"You want a fight, come on then," Shauna taunted. The sudden action had put her in a very good mood. She felt sure that if all the Daybreakers banded together now they would have been able to finish off the Night People.
"No," Thia said sharply. "No fights. Not here in school."
"So you didn't kill Jarred, none of you did," Luna said, getting back to the point. "And I can tell you right now that none of us killed your hunter."
"So what are we saying?" Shauna asked, her own momentum dying a little. "That there's a new hunter in town that's killing both Daybreakers *and* Night Worlders, regardless of sides?"
There was an uncomfortable silence as everyone sat there looking at each other. Tension was heavy amongst them all. But that was what it looked like.
"So what do you suggest we do?" Luna asked Thia.
Thia looked unhappy, but just shrugged. "My guess is we put aside our differences for this once and get this loony."
"Who says they're a loony?" Chase muttered. "Most serial killers are actually quite smart."
"You would know," Dakota muttered.
Chase glared at her, but his lips were smiling. Shauna was not happy at all. She despised the idea of working with Night Worlders. But it looked as if they had no choice on this one.
* * *
The red-eyed girl was not happy. She sat in last class, waiting for the final bell to ring. The sun was shining brightly outside, which made her scowl. But the good news was, her plan was going very well.
So far, no one suspected she had anything to do with it. None of them had even glanced twice at her. All well and good for her.
She sighed sadly. She knew that even if she did pull this off, it wouldn't change anything. The past still would have happened and there would be nothing she could do...
A single tear fell down her cheek. No way...
She shook her head abruptly, pushing away the memories that were trying to emerge. No. She wouldn't think about it.
But a faint smile started to grow as clouds covered the awful sun. She would think about something that did cheer her up.
Killing.
* * *
Iris Hamilton's nose wrinkled in disgust, not understanding how vampires could be such idiots. She shook her head slightly, listening carefully for sounds. When she heard a crunch of glass behind her she whirled around, slamming her stake into the heart of the idiot monster who had tried to sneak up on her.
She stood back, arms folded in satisfaction as she watched the vamp jibber uselessly, his eyes go wide with shocked surprise and anger.
"Life's a bitch, isn't it?" Iris said to the dying vamp, amused as she watched his skin turn leathery, shrink in on itself, withering and fading away until there was nothing left but a pile of old bones. She smirked at them. "Asshole," she muttered, retrieving her stake.
She started heading out the alley, deciding she may as well go back to headquarters and see what was happening. The vampire hunters in town were all rather pleased over the death of Jarred Redfern, a spoiled stuck up brat who had gotten what he deserved. They knew the Night People suspected them, and had been warned to lay low for a little while.
But Iris didn't really care. She killed vampires and she enjoyed killing vampires. They were scum. Monsters. They deserved what they'd got.
A footstep sounded behind her and she whirled around again, ready to attack whoever was sneaking up on her. Just as quickly Iris pulled back her attack looking at the small girl with dark hair flying as she ran towards her, a wild look of terror in her red eyes.
"Hey, are you okay? What happened?" Iris asked, concerned. Her eyes peeled the darkness for signs of vampires or other Night People.
"Help me," the girl whispered. "They..." She glanced back the way Iris had just come and shuddered.
"It's okay," Iris said soothingly. "I'm the good guy. You stay here and I'll go get them." She started down the alley, hands gripped tightly on her stake, making the girl hide in a recessed doorway of a closed down shop.
Cautiously, Iris looked around, but could see no signs of neither vampires or shapeshifters. She was confused, venturing further on, but not wanting to leave the girl alone for long.
Finally, she decided there was nothing there. She headed back to the red-eyed girl. "There's nothing there. They must have run away."
The girl had stopped shaking, and looked rather cool and collected. She was leaning against the door, smiling a little. "I know."
Iris looked at her, confused. "Huh?"
Without warning the girl suddenly hurled a palm-full of something orange at Iris. Caught off guard, Iris stumbled and fell, losing her grip on her stake. The last thing she saw was amused red eyes glinting in the darkness as the girl killed her with her own stake.
* * *
The red-eyed girl smiled watching as the vampire hunter died. Murdered by her own weapon. It didn't matter to her that the vampire hunter had claimed to be "one of the good guys".
She scowled, her expression darkening, as she remembered how the "good guys" had been just as responsible. In her opinion, Daybreak was no better than Night World. They were all killers, they all deserved to die.
Well, she thought, her lips curling. They're going to.
She was going to make sure of it. She could feel a raging heat and anger burning inside her. A loud clap of thunder banged overhead. She looked up at the sky, smiling as she felt the rain coming down, cooling her. Whistling cheerfully, she walked off into the darkness.
* * *
Part 6
Shauna sat in class the next morning, not really paying attention to the lecture. The entire school was buzzing about a second murder, this time the murder of Iris Hamilton. She glanced over at the Night People, who in turn, looked rather smug.
She scowled in anger and fury. This was retaliation. They were pissed because they thought the vampire hunters had killed that idiot Jarred Redfern, so they'd got back at them by killing Iris with her own stake.
She clenched her fists in fury, it was taking every ounce of self control she had not to storm over there and start a fight here in school. The consequences of that, she didn't even want to think about.
She sat through class, her expression thunderous. When the bell rang to signal lunch she snatched up her stuff and stalked out, not caring who she knocked over.
She found the other Daybreakers and vampire hunters in an empty classroom, ready for discussion.
"So when are we killing them?" Shauna demanded, slamming the door.
Senna looked up, frowning. "We don't even know which one of them did it."
"It doesn't matter!" Shauna raged. "They're scum! Kill them all."
Thia Harman sighed, sitting back in her chair, a mass of golden hair spilling down her back. "Why don't we all calm down and look at this objectively," she said tiredly. From the tone of her voice, Shauna guessed that it wasn't the first time an angry shouting match had broken out.
She scowled, sitting down herself. "What's there to look at? They did it. They had to."
"We didn't kill Jarred," Senna said with a frown.
Thia looked at her, and then addressed the rest of the group. "Did anyone here kill Jarred Redfern?"
There were mutterings and shaking of heads. The group was every Daybreaker in the small area, and not one of them had killed Jarred.
The door to the classroom bust open. Shauna was on her feet, along with Senna and Thia at the site of Luna and Marlon Blackthorn, Dakota Harman, Chase Redfern lurking at the edges, and a few other Night People.
"I think we need to have a little talk," Luna said, walking into the classroom without being invited and tossing back her white-blond hair. She sat down in one of the chairs opposite Thia and glared.
The other Night People walked in, but remained standing.
Thia sat there, looking at Luna, arms folded. "Talk."
"You killed Jarred," Dakota said, clenching small fists. Her violet eyes were still red-rimmed.
Shauna looked at her in disgust, wondering how she could survive in the Night World and Circle Midnight. She looked like a stiff wind would blow her over.
"We didn't kill Jarred," Senna said, matching the Night People's glares.
"Oh come on," Marlon snorted. "Do you really think we're that stupid?"
"Yes," Shauna said with a sneer. "Jarred obviously was to get himself staked.
"Bitch!" With a shriek of anger and fury Dakota raised her palms above her head, a glow of orange fire starting to grow between her palms. She hurled the blast at Shauna, who ducked out the way. The blast passing harmlessly over her head. Dakota shrieked in rage and ran for Shauna instead. Shauna shook her head in disgust. What a dummy.
She simply stepped aside, Dakota's momentum taking her forward, past Shauna. She wasn't much of a fighter as she tried a second time. Shauna was getting rather bored, and threw a snap kick to Dakota's chin, sending her flying backwards.
A few other Night People started to get mad, and looked like a they might start a real fight. Shauna grinned, ready for action. But to her disappointment Luna held up her hand.
"Leave it, people," she said, irritated. "We didn't come to start a fight."
"We didn't?" Chase asked with a dry smile.
"You want a fight, come on then," Shauna taunted. The sudden action had put her in a very good mood. She felt sure that if all the Daybreakers banded together now they would have been able to finish off the Night People.
"No," Thia said sharply. "No fights. Not here in school."
"So you didn't kill Jarred, none of you did," Luna said, getting back to the point. "And I can tell you right now that none of us killed your hunter."
"So what are we saying?" Shauna asked, her own momentum dying a little. "That there's a new hunter in town that's killing both Daybreakers *and* Night Worlders, regardless of sides?"
There was an uncomfortable silence as everyone sat there looking at each other. Tension was heavy amongst them all. But that was what it looked like.
"So what do you suggest we do?" Luna asked Thia.
Thia looked unhappy, but just shrugged. "My guess is we put aside our differences for this once and get this loony."
"Who says they're a loony?" Chase muttered. "Most serial killers are actually quite smart."
"You would know," Dakota muttered.
Chase glared at her, but his lips were smiling. Shauna was not happy at all. She despised the idea of working with Night Worlders. But it looked as if they had no choice on this one.
* * *
The red-eyed girl was not happy. She sat in last class, waiting for the final bell to ring. The sun was shining brightly outside, which made her scowl. But the good news was, her plan was going very well.
So far, no one suspected she had anything to do with it. None of them had even glanced twice at her. All well and good for her.
She sighed sadly. She knew that even if she did pull this off, it wouldn't change anything. The past still would have happened and there would be nothing she could do...
A single tear fell down her cheek. No way...
She shook her head abruptly, pushing away the memories that were trying to emerge. No. She wouldn't think about it.
But a faint smile started to grow as clouds covered the awful sun. She would think about something that did cheer her up.
Killing.
* * *