Part 22
What a stupid girl. The Hunter hadn't even bothered to stop Paige when she'd had her psycho attack. Now she was dead. Her own fault. He had no sympathy for her. She should have out of what wasn't her business.
So. *Three*. A third stunning floaty blonde had just drifted past him. He'd thought there were only two - or perhaps this was one of the other ones. Confusion rang in his mind. He didn't seem to know if he was coming or going at the moment. And from the look of it he wasn't the only one.
Something needed doing.
Action needed to be taken to deal with this stupid town and these idiotic people. He despised them all so much for what they were doing to him.
"You."
The Hunter *still* couldn't believe it. He turned around to find himself facing two stunning girls, one with gleaming red hair, the other with raven curls. Night People.
"You really need to work on your disguises," the black haired girl said with a faint smile.
The Hunter sighed. The girl was probably right. As pointed out to him once before these days someone was going to notice somebody sneaking around in black. He yanked off the ski mask and threw it to the floor, resisting the childish impulse to stamp his foot as well.
He saw their eyes raise in appreciation, seeing his true face. "Who are you?"
"I'm Rhea, That's Aurora," the redhead said. "We're going to be friends from now on."
The Hunter's eyebrow raised. "So basically we're joining forces." Maybe this time he would be more successful than the first attempt. "This time we're doing it *my* way. Now this is what you're going to do..."
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"You can't be serious." Brandon stared at Serefina in disbelief. She'd been wandering aimlessly all night, completely out of it. She had come home a few minutes, and promptly announced how unfair it was that Juliana had a soulmate.
Ever since all this weird business with Juliana she'd been - different. He'd almost found himself liking Juliana. If she would come around to Serefina's way of thinking, things could be different. Two ancient powerful Night People - three if they could convince Charlene to stop trying to convince herself she wasn't part of any of this when she clearly was - they could take over the town.
The news of Paige's death had spread over the town quickly by the following morning. A new mystery to scar the local townspeople. People where already whispering that the freaky new girl was the one responsible. Maybe she had help....
Brandon had been scowling all night. It didn't take a genius to figure out who Juliana's *soulmate* was.
"He's absolutely no good for her," Serefina had said the night before, running a brush through her golden locks. "He's *vermin* for starters." Smile had widened as she'd heard Brandon's disgusted mutterings. "I have an idea." Her eyes had been twinkling.
Brandon had been more than happy to agree, kicking himself mentally for not thinking of it before now. He could have done it the night before, from inside the house and no one would ever know, but he wanted to see the look on Jackson's face.
He hoped Juliana wouldn't be around. How could you seduce a girl by killing her boyfriend right in front of her? The plan for him was she'd need comfort...
"Oh. Joy. You." Jackson wasn't too pleased when Brandon fell into step with him in the school hall.
"Me." Brandon was trying not to smirk. He would have liked a more private place, considering the uproar the death in the diner had caused.
"How dumb do you think I am?" Jackson snorted.
Brandon snorted. "You really want me to answer that?"
Jackson smiled faintly. "I ain't never had a friend like you, right?"
Brandon stared at him, realisation dawning, but it was already too late.
"*How* *bout* *I* *wish* *you* *were* *dead* *instead*?"
As Jackson walked away with a smug smile on his face, Brandon fell victim to his own power.
* * *
What a stupid girl. The Hunter hadn't even bothered to stop Paige when she'd had her psycho attack. Now she was dead. Her own fault. He had no sympathy for her. She should have out of what wasn't her business.
So. *Three*. A third stunning floaty blonde had just drifted past him. He'd thought there were only two - or perhaps this was one of the other ones. Confusion rang in his mind. He didn't seem to know if he was coming or going at the moment. And from the look of it he wasn't the only one.
Something needed doing.
Action needed to be taken to deal with this stupid town and these idiotic people. He despised them all so much for what they were doing to him.
"You."
The Hunter *still* couldn't believe it. He turned around to find himself facing two stunning girls, one with gleaming red hair, the other with raven curls. Night People.
"You really need to work on your disguises," the black haired girl said with a faint smile.
The Hunter sighed. The girl was probably right. As pointed out to him once before these days someone was going to notice somebody sneaking around in black. He yanked off the ski mask and threw it to the floor, resisting the childish impulse to stamp his foot as well.
He saw their eyes raise in appreciation, seeing his true face. "Who are you?"
"I'm Rhea, That's Aurora," the redhead said. "We're going to be friends from now on."
The Hunter's eyebrow raised. "So basically we're joining forces." Maybe this time he would be more successful than the first attempt. "This time we're doing it *my* way. Now this is what you're going to do..."
* * *
"You can't be serious." Brandon stared at Serefina in disbelief. She'd been wandering aimlessly all night, completely out of it. She had come home a few minutes, and promptly announced how unfair it was that Juliana had a soulmate.
Ever since all this weird business with Juliana she'd been - different. He'd almost found himself liking Juliana. If she would come around to Serefina's way of thinking, things could be different. Two ancient powerful Night People - three if they could convince Charlene to stop trying to convince herself she wasn't part of any of this when she clearly was - they could take over the town.
The news of Paige's death had spread over the town quickly by the following morning. A new mystery to scar the local townspeople. People where already whispering that the freaky new girl was the one responsible. Maybe she had help....
Brandon had been scowling all night. It didn't take a genius to figure out who Juliana's *soulmate* was.
"He's absolutely no good for her," Serefina had said the night before, running a brush through her golden locks. "He's *vermin* for starters." Smile had widened as she'd heard Brandon's disgusted mutterings. "I have an idea." Her eyes had been twinkling.
Brandon had been more than happy to agree, kicking himself mentally for not thinking of it before now. He could have done it the night before, from inside the house and no one would ever know, but he wanted to see the look on Jackson's face.
He hoped Juliana wouldn't be around. How could you seduce a girl by killing her boyfriend right in front of her? The plan for him was she'd need comfort...
"Oh. Joy. You." Jackson wasn't too pleased when Brandon fell into step with him in the school hall.
"Me." Brandon was trying not to smirk. He would have liked a more private place, considering the uproar the death in the diner had caused.
"How dumb do you think I am?" Jackson snorted.
Brandon snorted. "You really want me to answer that?"
Jackson smiled faintly. "I ain't never had a friend like you, right?"
Brandon stared at him, realisation dawning, but it was already too late.
"*How* *bout* *I* *wish* *you* *were* *dead* *instead*?"
As Jackson walked away with a smug smile on his face, Brandon fell victim to his own power.
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