Chapter 2 is out. I've been trying really hard to make my chapter a bit longer cause everyone keeps telling meh that they are short. Okay lemme know what you think.
Chapter 2 Long Days And Longer Nights
Sarah was not a morning person and never was. This, she blamed, was because of her bloodline. She got up slowly from her bed and drew the crimson curtains back. She was forced to shield her eyes from the sunlight. She pulled them back and then sighed. After stashing her night gear away, she got dressed for school. Here she was a 17 year old Vampire Hunter being forced to attend high school and of all places it had to be Saint Lucas. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail, put on light make-up, cleaned up a bit, and then left.
She got into the silver 2004 Corvette and sped off through the streets with much ease. She pulled into her parking spot and glared. It was Danielle Cordellus, your typical blond-haired blue-eyed she-devil with a personality to match. It wasn't that Sarah hated her but what she represented.
"Well hello there Sarah." Danielle said as she bent down to pick something up, of course she was wearing scantily clothes. Sarah was surprised she wore clothes at all.
Sarah shut off her vehicle and stepped out.
"Hello Danielle, if you're done with your pathetic display can you get away from my car." Sarah questioned with no hesitation.
"Well aren't we the nice one to day. Whatever." Danielle said and walked away brushing off her meeting with Sarah.
Sarah was popular and she hated that. She'd never really wanted to be because it inconviently interfered with her real goal in life. That was to kill every single vampire that feasted on defenseless humans. But when she transferred from her previous school to here, she was allowed to use the money from her trust fund, which could only be used if she was attending school, set up from her great grandfather Richter Belmont. She never met him but seen plenty pictures of what kind of hunter he was. She bought the car for mobility and the apartment as a place to stay.
"Sarah, what's up?" came a familiar voice.
She turned around to see one of the few real friends she had made here. His name, Seth Mclaughlin, wasn't unique but his personality made up for that and his looks were nice on the eyes. His dark brown hair reminded her something from a movie. It was messy in that it covered part of his face but that didn't make him any less cute and mysterious and of course his green eyes whenever you seem them were the kind of eyes that made you stare and not realize you're staring.
"Hey Seth. How are you? You think Mrs.Royo is back yet." Sarah replied and they walked to their first class, which is where they met.
"I don't know but I didn't see her in the halls."
They walked through the door and sat down at a round wooden art table. Sarah leaned over to Seth.
"I hope to God that doesn't mean that you know who is here. The guy creeps me out." Sarah whispered and her question was answered.
A large man entered the room and slammed his things on the desk to get the room's attention. He was in his late 40s, balding, rotund and certainly not happy to be there.
"When that bell rings that means your useless meaningless little lives and conversations are mine." He announced.
Sarah sat back in her seat and rolled her eyes. She much preferred her evening work of staking the living dead rather than listen to this jerk of a person. At least she could tune him out.
He made a big deal as he took roll call, calling out the names like a loudspeaker with the students well within range to hear him with half his volume. He went on about how art was impractical and that it was a bunch of nonsense. That's when Seth drew the line.
"I disagree Mr. Gondol. If it were impractical then how come there are thousands upon thousands of certified museums of art and exhibits. Also if it were a bunch of nonsense as you claim then how come you are here supposedly teaching us." He argued.
Mr. Gondol turned many different colors and then he calmly replied to Seth, who knew he was in for it but didn't care.
"Ah, Mr. Mclaughlin speaks once again. But you will not interrupt my class again, I don't care who's son you are" He pulled out his pad and wrote with the speed of a racecar and handed it to Seth, who smiled as he took it. He read it and Mr.Gondol smiled.
"Whatever."
Sarah got up with him and tilted her head slightly, flashing a smile.
"And where do you think you are going, Miss Belmont?" Mr. Gondon growled.
"Well I'm going with my classmate here. I don't want to be here without him, especially if you're teaching." Sarah spoke and the whole class caught their breath.
The two of them walked out and down to the Dean's office, which just happened to be Seth's father.
After a long discussion the two were allowed to go back to their classes. Nothing interesting happened that topped the first period.
"Sarah, you didn't have to walk out with me." Seth said nonchalantly.
"I know but I would've hanged myself if I had to bear that class alone. Besides your dad is cool."
"Yeah, he is. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Um well I don't think I'm going to be here."
"Another one of those nights?"
"Yeah. Later."
Sarah got into her car and drove off. She hated not being able to tell him everything. But she knew the more who knew the more were in danger. No one in school suspected her of being anyone but a withdraw led rich girl. Sarah parked her car in the garage and paused.
"Trespassing is a crime, you know." She stated as she locked her car and walked inside.
"What are you going to do, shot me?" Angel asked.
"Don't tempt me. How did you find me?" Sarah questioned and opened the side door into her apartment. Angel walked in behind her.
"So mean and cruel. That shouldn't be the question. No... the question should be when." Angel suggested.
"You freakin' dead people must really be bored. I mean truly bored to go hunting down people." Sarah said aloud.
"Sure, if that's how you see us. But you didn't seem to mind my brother."
Sarah turned a little red in color and was silent. She was mixing some items together in the sink. It was a recipe she knew without anyone teaching her. She filled the sink with water and then added a number of spices and other liquids. Angel watched her do this without a word, until she was about done.
"So, that's what goes into making Holy Water?" She inquired.
"It's not Holy Water until I bless it. Also you might want to get back. Here comes the fun part." Sarah pushed Angel back almost out of the room.
"O ancestors of good and protection. Leon, Sonia, Trevor, Christopher, Solieyu, Simon, Juste, Richter, Julius, and all those who have battled this immortal evil!" Sarah chanted this and grabbed a dagger. She cut the end of her finger and as the blood hit the water it sizzled and boiled. It steamed and settled.
Sarah stepped out and shut the door behind her.
"You don't want to go in there. It's dangerous even for me and I'm not even partially a vampire. This water kills anything impure"
"Wow, well isn't that interesting."
"Angel, how do you expect me to trust you when you're a vampire. I mean you are Dracula's grand-daughter." Sarah said and sat down in a comfortable chair.
"I guess you'll just have to trust my 1/4 humanity now won't you. You seem to know a lot about your ancestors which means you probably know even more about their enemies,which means you also know that my father Adrian Farenheits Tepes was key in putting his father down."
"Yes and of course your mother Maria Renard also helped in that mission, that does not mean I should be dense and just trust you." Sarah said.
Angel smiled and sat down across from her.
"I like your style Belmont."
