D i M i T r I

Initiations.

Dimitri Rolon watched his prey enter the worn High school across the street with a sense of dissatisfied boredom. Vermin were so easy to track, they were so pitiful and weak. Dimitri almost felt offended at being sent to kill such a pathetic target, of course it was all part of the Initiations. All the new members were ordered to dispose of a human before they were marked. It was the way you earned your place.

With a reluctant sigh he slipped out of the car and into the shadows of the street, it was time to end this charade. With an impatient gesture he ran a hand through his rough blonde hair and headed for the school. He had located his target, now it was time to ensnare the vermin and finish what he had started.

Carter surveyed the overcrowded gym with a bitter taste in her mouth, all of these fairly intelligent people gathered together to promote what? Teen spirit! She thought viciously, now where was their teen spirit when Marcus was bouncing Kelsey off the walls? The smell of sweat and wood varnish accosted her sinuses as soon as she moved upwind from the jockstraps.

"Hey, I'm just going over to the Hurricane bench to talk to the coach." Erika said, pointing to said bench. "I'll be back soon, okay." Erika trotted off, the image of the perfect female. Damn, she was frustrating. Not only had she dragged Carter here, back into the educational hell when it wasn't compulsory, but she had dragged Carter here, back into the educational hell when it wasn't compulsory, to partake in the brain killing exercise that was cheering.

She managed to loiter away to one side, trying to avoid her classmates and teachers. She had only been re-accepted back into the school a couple of days ago because her mother had made a complaint to the Board of Education, she didn't want to be singled out and ostracised. She didn't want to give them the excuse they were looking for to kick her out permanently.

God damn this was brain numbing, She said to herself as she regarded the cheerleaders performing some 'amazing athletic feat' in an outfit that barely covered their butts. Carter had to keep reminding herself that she was here to keep Erika's mind on the article she was supposed to be writing for the school newspaper.

Carter hazarded a glance at Erika, whom, she noted scornfully hadn't made it to the bench but was instead chatting with some guy. Carter sighed, she was unmistakable in her sexy but conservative silver skirt and blouse, which only seemed to shimmer as she moved. She was beautiful there was no doubt about it, her glowing cocoa skin, ebony hair, everything right down to her sweet button nose only proved she was pretty. Dressed in short style white overalls and a blue midriff, Carter in comparison was plain.

Carter sighed, she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Why couldn't Erika just hurry the hell up so they could escape Toxic Jock Land and go grab a pizza? She surveyed the football players on the benches at the head of the room and wondered vaguely if this was what people meant when they said hell with fluorescent lighting.

Her gaze travelled around the gym until it came to rest upon two intertwined figures in a shadowed corner furthest away. The one in the football jersey she recognised as Muscle head Marcus and the other Carter assumed was Kelsey. So they're still together, Carter seethed with disgust. What the hell was Kelsey Mason's damage, was she going to wait until he beat her into the ER before she dropped his sorry ass?

Carter bit her lip in frustration and turned to find Erika when she saw Kelsey giggle at something Marcus had said, it was all she could do to stop herself from marching down there and shaking some sense into Miss Popularity.

She felt her fury levels go off the charts when she wasn't able to locate her friend. God. Fucking. Damn. It! Erika was always doing this, leaving Carter in a corner and then disappearing to make out with some big stupid stud with the IQ the size of a pea. She had done it in Middle School and High School. Jesus, it was what she had done since puberty had hit. It would serve her right if I had just left the bitch here, she raged to herself.

Okay, so all the above facts were true, but what pissed Carter off most of all was the fact that she was doormat enough to let Erika keep walking all over her. Not anymore though, Carter concluded clenching her teeth. When I find her I am so going to let her have it.

Carter slipped out of the gym a moment later, wondering where Erika might go. She'd only gotten a few steps when she heard the faint tapping of shoes behind her. Glancing over her shoulder she saw a fairly attractive blonde boy heading toward her. Probably another victim of toxic jock syndrome, Carter thought as she noticed his pumping biceps. She stopped and waited expecting the guy to make some 'hey baby' remark. Carter watched him with silent distaste as his rested intently on her. She was not, to say the least comfortable with this situation.

Then the boy smiled, a perfectly normal smile and disappeared into the boys bathroom to his right. Carter felt like smacking her hand to her head, what the hell was wrong with her. She shook her head and continued down the hall muttering to herself about paranoia and mental institutions. It didn't matter if anyone heard her; they probably thought she was stark raving bonkers, why not give them a comfort zone and prove them right?

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Well, next chapter for the all out violence. *Sheepish look* I got them a bit muddled… but the intent is definitely there! Dimitri, what a nice guy. So, thank you all for your lovely reviews! :-D. *Does happy dance* Four reviews for next chapter people… ;)