Part 10
(Catalina)
When I walked into school the following morning I noticed the Night People were extremely smug, and the vampire hunters were in a state of shock.
I was still reeling over the revolution of my soulmate connection with Devin. I still found it so hard to believe that he was being such an asshole about it.
But then again, that was just typical men all over. They were all assholes. Someone out there had extreme cosmic injustice about this whole soulmate thing.
I didn't know what to do. Devin was in almost about my classes. And had been raving about not being so generous on killing me the next time we ran into each other.
"You should have come out with us last night," Grace said smugly, as I found her, Layla and Eliza at a break period.
"You guys do something fun?"
"We bagged ourselves a hunter," Layla said cheerfully.
After the whole soulmate thing I had gone home and shut myself in the room. I hadn't been able to face anyone else last night. I couldn't stand the thought of anything else going wrong.
Why did *everything* seem to go wrong for me? What had I done to deserve it? Was I cursed or something?
"Good for you guys," I muttered, trying, and failing to sound enthusiastic.
"Well that Zane bastard deserved what he got," Eliza sneered. "They call themselves *good*, but they're no better than us. They're killers. They don't think about the vampires they hunt."
I began to remember why I hate humans so much. Being in their environment, even for just a day, and trying to fit in with them I had forgotten who I really was. What I really was.
Until the hunger had started and I remembered.
Then the vampire hunters had come along. They hunted and killed with no regrets, and no remorse, pretty much the same style that we lived our lives in.
They didn't stop to think about the vampire they killed. If that vampire had a family to support, someone who loved them, a life they might destroy.
"You got their leader?" I sounded much more pleased than I had the first time.
Layla nodded. "We're separating them. Get the boys, then the bitches hate each other and hopefully will kill each other."
"Can we torture them?" Grace asked with an evil smirk.
I turned them out, looking around. I hadn't ever seen the leader of the hunters before, so I didn't know what he was like. I was just going to assume they'd done the vampire population a favour.
My eyes narrowed as I saw Marcie about to storm up to us, but Devin was holding her back. A blonde girl stuck her head in. Their conversation was brief. The blonde sauntered off. Marcie looked at Devin, shocked. Devin looked away, ashamed. Marcie walked away.
Marcie knew about Devin and me? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? I began to wonder how it could possibly be *good*.
" - Devin next."
I caught the end of Layla's sentence. "He's mine," I said sharply.
Grace looked at me, suspicious. "Why?"
The other two were looking at me. I hoped I could come up with a good enough lie. "He was following me last night as I hunted." I scowled. "Bastard knocked me out cold. I want a little pay-back." I hoped my smile was cruel enough.
The others exchanged glances. "Why didn't he kill you?" Eliza asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know. But still." I smirked again.
I watched them exchanging glances, seeming to have some sort of unspoken conversation.
"All right," Layla said finally. "You can have Devin. Just make him dead fast."
The bell rang then and they walked away. I sighed heavily and trudged to my own class. Great. Open mouth, insert foot. I had told myself I wouldn't be merciful with Devin.
I *would* kill him.
How, I wasn't sure. I had to come up with an answer fast.
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(Catalina)
When I walked into school the following morning I noticed the Night People were extremely smug, and the vampire hunters were in a state of shock.
I was still reeling over the revolution of my soulmate connection with Devin. I still found it so hard to believe that he was being such an asshole about it.
But then again, that was just typical men all over. They were all assholes. Someone out there had extreme cosmic injustice about this whole soulmate thing.
I didn't know what to do. Devin was in almost about my classes. And had been raving about not being so generous on killing me the next time we ran into each other.
"You should have come out with us last night," Grace said smugly, as I found her, Layla and Eliza at a break period.
"You guys do something fun?"
"We bagged ourselves a hunter," Layla said cheerfully.
After the whole soulmate thing I had gone home and shut myself in the room. I hadn't been able to face anyone else last night. I couldn't stand the thought of anything else going wrong.
Why did *everything* seem to go wrong for me? What had I done to deserve it? Was I cursed or something?
"Good for you guys," I muttered, trying, and failing to sound enthusiastic.
"Well that Zane bastard deserved what he got," Eliza sneered. "They call themselves *good*, but they're no better than us. They're killers. They don't think about the vampires they hunt."
I began to remember why I hate humans so much. Being in their environment, even for just a day, and trying to fit in with them I had forgotten who I really was. What I really was.
Until the hunger had started and I remembered.
Then the vampire hunters had come along. They hunted and killed with no regrets, and no remorse, pretty much the same style that we lived our lives in.
They didn't stop to think about the vampire they killed. If that vampire had a family to support, someone who loved them, a life they might destroy.
"You got their leader?" I sounded much more pleased than I had the first time.
Layla nodded. "We're separating them. Get the boys, then the bitches hate each other and hopefully will kill each other."
"Can we torture them?" Grace asked with an evil smirk.
I turned them out, looking around. I hadn't ever seen the leader of the hunters before, so I didn't know what he was like. I was just going to assume they'd done the vampire population a favour.
My eyes narrowed as I saw Marcie about to storm up to us, but Devin was holding her back. A blonde girl stuck her head in. Their conversation was brief. The blonde sauntered off. Marcie looked at Devin, shocked. Devin looked away, ashamed. Marcie walked away.
Marcie knew about Devin and me? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? I began to wonder how it could possibly be *good*.
" - Devin next."
I caught the end of Layla's sentence. "He's mine," I said sharply.
Grace looked at me, suspicious. "Why?"
The other two were looking at me. I hoped I could come up with a good enough lie. "He was following me last night as I hunted." I scowled. "Bastard knocked me out cold. I want a little pay-back." I hoped my smile was cruel enough.
The others exchanged glances. "Why didn't he kill you?" Eliza asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know. But still." I smirked again.
I watched them exchanging glances, seeming to have some sort of unspoken conversation.
"All right," Layla said finally. "You can have Devin. Just make him dead fast."
The bell rang then and they walked away. I sighed heavily and trudged to my own class. Great. Open mouth, insert foot. I had told myself I wouldn't be merciful with Devin.
I *would* kill him.
How, I wasn't sure. I had to come up with an answer fast.
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