Hi this is the second chapter in my Hijack vampire/werewolf AU. This chapter is still rated T, but over all story will still be a M. This is Hijack so will eventually contain boyxboy, gore, bad language and adult themes (meaning sex). Thank you for reading and feel free to leave a review.

Chapter 2; Art Class.

Hiccup made his way threw the throngs of students towards his next class, art. He had managed to convince the nurse he had a headache and she had aloud him to spend the beginning of the morning lying on one of the little cot beds in her office. It hadn't been that hard, once she'd seen how pale the teen looked she had tried to insist he go home. Hiccup had assured her it would pass if he just lay down for a while. So that's what he did for the first period of the day. In the quiet sanctuary of his curtained off corner of the office, Hiccup played on his phone until his tired eyes stung. At some point Hiccup fell asleep only to be jolted awake when the second period bell rang. Hiccup left the nurses room rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As he passed one of the schools large windows he stopped, noticing his reflection for the first time since he had woken, and more importantly his bed head. Carrying on his way (with a few muttered curses) he tried his best to flatten his unruly tresses. Entering his second period classroom the skinny teen headed straight to his desk in the back row. After recovering his two sketch books and pencils from the depths of his bag, he dropped his satchel to the floor beside him. Opening his favourite old doodle book to his latest creation Hiccup set to work fixing the errors around the roughly sketched dragon's eyes. As always when Hiccup drew he lost all awareness of his surroundings. Only when the teacher called for the class's attention did Hiccup realise that the classroom was full and the lesson had started. Switching his old beat up pad for his class pad Hiccup waited. The art teacher Mrs Edna Mode stood in her usual spot at the front of the class on her make shift platform. Mrs Mode was an abrasive, spunky, tiny woman with straight jet black coloured hair cut in a chin length bob, with a severely straight cut fringe. She wore thick round black framed glasses over her dark chocolate coloured eyes Mrs Mode's face shape matched that of her bifocals perfectly. The woman could be terrifying if you got on her wrong side despite the fact she stood at a teeny 4ft2inches tall.

"Eyes on me children." She called out.

It still amazed Hiccup how this diminutive woman could install such fearful respect amongst a room full of teenagers without even raising her voice. When she was sure she had the class's full attention she strolled to her desk and began rummaging around in her draw. After a moment she returned to her stage with a dark blue velvet bag held in her hand. She held the bag high (as high as she could) in the air so the class could see it.

"In this bag are coloured balls. On each of your chairs I have placed a small circular coloured sticker." At this the pupils turned or stood to examine their chairs, Hiccup included. Sure enough on top right corner of his backrest was a small black dot. With a furrowed brow Hiccup looked around to find most of the students in his class wore the same expression of confusion. Mrs Mode gave them a minute to calm down before she continued. "For the project we will be starting today you will all need a partner. And I am bored of the same people pairing together, producing the same pathetic pieces of so called artwork. So we will allow destiny to choose your partner."

There was a collective groan from the class. Hiccup felt his chest tighten, Hiccup worked alone, he always worked alone. He only had one friend in the whole school and she didn't take this class.

Mrs Mode clapped her hands together. "So let's begin dahlings, if you have black sticker come to me. Come on, don't be shy, that's it." She cooed as a few students timidly made their way towards the front.

Hiccup glanced behind him one last time before standing up slowly and shuffling to the crowd at the front containing half the class.

"What are you all staring at? Line up, line up." The art teacher beamed her excitement making her accent more pronounced.

After a bit of awkward shuffling Hiccup found himself sandwiched somewhere near the end of the line. As Hiccup took his place in the queue two girls whispered animatedly in front of him. Hiccup kept his emerald gaze trained on the floor, wishing for nothing more then for it to open up and swallow him. Hiccup had only made it this far in high school because he was virtually invisible. He considered himself lucky he'd only had to deal with the odd shove or insult since school began. He'd been bullied plenty enough threw out his middle school days and considered high school a massive improvement, and he'd very much like to keep it that way.

"We could end up paired with Elsa." The blond girl in front of Hiccup whispered.

"Or Jackson." Her friend with the long braid giggled.

As the two girls fawned over the star ice hockey player Hiccup frowned. The last person Hiccup wanted to be paired with was either of the Overland-Frost twins. He'd never actually spoken to Elsa or her to him, but she came across harsh and intimidating. She always held herself tall and proud. Like a queen strolling amongst her followers. Jackson on the other hand was a big fat jerk. Loud, obnoxious, attention seeking clown. Most of the student and faculty body alike worshiped the carefree, fun loving; rascal, but Hiccup had accidentally met Jackson's darker side. On Hiccup's first day Jack had grabbed Hiccup by the back of his collar. Pinning him against the lockers lining the hall walls with a forearm pushed against the freckled teen's throat. Hiccup could only cower as the larger boy loomed over him shouting things like.

"Sick of this shit already." And. "If you touch me again."

All poor little Hiccup had done was trip and stumble into the jock as he passed by. Jack had never even egnoliged Hiccup since that day. Peeking up threw his fringe Hiccup scanned the room until he caught sight of a familiar blue hoodie. Jackson Overland-Frost sat with his feet on his desk. The sticker that was stuck to his chair now stuck to his forehead. Every time a girl picked a ball from the bag and found her partner he gave a dramatic whine. Hiccup rolled his eyes at the childish display. "Drama queen." He sneered to himself. Hiccup turned his attention back to Mrs Mode at the sound of her voice. The blonde haired girl ahead of him was now stood nervously next to the pocket sized teacher. The girl ran a hand down the front of her lemon coloured shirt.

"It's new I got it at the mall last weekend, there were lots of girls buying them." The girl replied to the question Hiccup never heard.

Mrs Mode snorted and grabbed a piece of the girl's shirt in her fingers brining her face low(er) to examine it. The poor girl held her breath as she waited for Mrs Mode's verdict. "This is a hobo shirt, dahling! I wouldn't be seen dead in it. Cheap and nasty." And with that she trusts the velvet bag at the girl.

The girl reached in the bag her eyes watering slightly. Hiccup felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. Hiccup noticed Elsa look up from her pad; she looked the girl's clothes up and down before returning to her work with a smirk on her face. The blond girl pulled an orange ball from the bag.

"Orange, who has an orange sticker?" Mrs Mode called out. A girl with pigtails in the back row raised her hand Mrs Mode sighed."Well that's going to be a disaster."

So far the teacher had made a comment about every pairing, not one good one. The blond girl shot a hateful glare at the oblivious teacher as she made her way to sit with the girl with pigtails. The girl with the long braid was next. After pulling out a yellow ball she was seated with a boy in the front row. Not before another snide comment from their art teacher and a dramatic whine from Jack. Now it was Hiccup's turn, as he reached for the bag Mrs Mode spoke to him in a hushed tone.

"It's a shame to have to pair someone with obvious talent with the squalor that resides in this room, but who knows it may inspire you to greater heights."

Not knowing quiet how to respond to her...praise? Hiccup gave her a weak smile before plunging his hand into the offered bag. Withdrawing his clenched fist he caught a glimpse of the sky blue ball he held. No, no, no, no, yes. It was the same colour as the sticker currently stuck to a certain someone's forehead. Hiccup hung his head and held the small ping-pong sized ball up for all to see.

"Whoop! Alright I get...um...What's his name, suckers."

Hiccup snapped his head up to see Jack doing a victory dance at the side of his desk complete with making a "loser" sign with his fingers against his forehead. Hiccup felt his face flush with warmth whether from embarrassment from Jack's apparent approval of his new teammate or from the fact that Jack didn't even know Hiccup's name the small teen could only ponder. Mrs Edna Mode hummed to herself.

"So Mr hardworking, shy and talented is to be paired with Mr lazy, obnoxious and foolish. No doubt Mr Haddock will be left to do all the work, while you Mr Overland spend your time sniffing around all the pretty girls like a bitch in heat. If nothing else this should prove amusing." Mrs Mode mused out loud.

As the words left her mouth Hiccup noticed two things simultaneously, Jack stopped dancing and pouted. And Hiccup meant pouted, bottom lip out, brow furrowed and arms crossed. Hiccup was also 99% sure Jack stomped his foot. The second thing however made something deep within Hiccup surge to life. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Elsa tense at the teachers comment. Her head snapped up and her whole body tight with tension like a coil spring. An icy chill engulfed the room as her eyes narrowed hard and cold, aggression poured from her so the back of his thick Hiccup could taste it in the back of his throat. A long forgotten instinct in him burst to life screaming and clawing at him to run, dash, escape. The need was so strong Hiccup took a step back with out realising it. Jack's demeanour changed as well, his carefree smile vanished replaced with what Hiccup could describe as a look of panic as he noted the change in his elder twin. Jack caught his sister's eye and Hiccup could only stare as something passed between the twins. Suddenly it was gone. Elsa relaxed her frown still in place as she turned back the drawing she'd been working on. Jack's carefree smile was back full force and the rest of the class seemed blissfully unaware anything had happened. It felt like minutes but the whole thing had happened in a matter of seconds, but the feeling that he had just witnessed something he shouldn't have wouldn't leave Hiccup alone. Mrs Mode gave Hiccup a shove towards Jack and Hiccup moved mechanically towards the desk eyeing the platinum blond jock warily. As Hiccup took the empty chair next to a happily grinning Jack Hiccup only had one thought running threw his head.

"What the hell just happened?"