When I awoke the next morning, I sighed. I had broken so many rules last night, not to mention the resulting hangover. I slipped out from underneath the blanket Reid had given me and stood up off the floor. Stretching, I went into the bathroom and grabbed one of the towels. I slipped off the t-shirt and placed it next to his snoring body. I wrapped myself in the towel and grabbed my clothes, leaving the room.

I smiled as I lumbered down the hall towards the showers. I had definitely gotten close to Reid. But had I compromised myself? No. I decided I hadn't. I wouldn't. I also decided that the feelings I felt yesterday had to do with the alcohol. so why was it so easy to wake up in Reid's room? Why was it so easy to smell his smell? I shook it off. It was just that instinctive attraction between hunter and hunted.

As I stepped into the shower, I allowed the stress and sweat of the night before to be washed off by the scalding water. It felt good. So good. I closed my eyes and turned my face up to the heat, thankful for its unbias existence. I knew, quiet clearly, that the scar that ran from the base of my neck to my left ribcage was glowing a bright red now. I remembered, like I sometimes do, how I got it.

I was a little girl, maybe five, when the angry man charged across the wildflower-filled field where I played. I ducked down into the overgrown grass, careful not to crush the butterfly in my hands. His eyes were black, that was clear. I knew what that meant, even then. He was evil, he had The Power. I don't know how he spotted me, maybe a bit of stray hair blew in the breeze, but he did.

"Little rat!" He called, "Thought you could hide from me?" I noticed a thick, sharp, stick levatate next to him as I cowered in the brush. "Your filthy mother damn near killed my son." he said then he grinned, "but that doesn't matter now. No. Because payback is a bitch."

The stick flew at me like a spear. I turned to run. I remember the hot pain in my side, and screaming. Screaming and screaming and screaming.

I shut the water off and rang my hair out as the memory faded. It was in the past. I needed to concentrate on now. I dried myself off and got dressed, quietly thinking about the grilling my mother would give me. After all, I had stayed the night with a witch. I laughed quietly. Yeah, I was in for it.

"Alice Marie Good!"

"Yes Mother?" I replied, holding off a grin. Reid had texted me four times already. It was noon and I was sitting at one of our Hunter Meetings when my phone started buzzing.

"Shut it off." she growled. She was already pissed off about me staying the night with Reid. I had justified my actions with the simple reply "I was drunk" and a shrug of my shoulders. Now I looked up from my phone screen and smiled politely.

"Can't, it's my charge." this caught the attention of several of the Elders. They looked at me curiously from across the dining room table.

"Really?" one of them asked, a man in his fifties with graying hair and beady dark eyes. "That's wonderful progress, Alice"

I smiled, "Thank you, umm-" his name escaped me.

"Vladimir" he said, a smile playing on his lips.

"Sorry." I mumbled as my phone buzzed again. This time it was Tiffany so I hit "Ignore" as my mother began to talk.

"This is why, Vlad, that I would like to put her directly into Spencer Academy. That is the target territory. She can take them down from the inside. We don't have much time. The young one will ascend in two weeks. Then they will be too strong." she said in a tone that said she was annoyed at needing to explain this.

"You have her set up in admissions already?" he asked.

"Yes, she only needs to check in."

"Do it." he replied and then adjourned the meeting.

Shortly after, they left. The meeting hadn't been long today but there wasn't much to talk about, witches and hunters were fading breeds. The constant fighting and killing was making both exstinct and making women aprehensive about bringing children into the fight. I paused on my way up the stairs. I didn't want to have kids, not if they'd have this life. I briefly touched my scar through my silk meeting dress and continued up to my room. When I got up there, I leapt unto my bed and flipped open my cellphone, my heart racing, and read the first text.

Hey, it's Reid, had fun last night, txt back. I smiled and scrolled to the next.

hey, me again, ur not pissed r u? I had 2 make u stay, u were wasted, txt back.

alice, pls txt me, i rly like u, k? That one made me pause. Reid Garwin had admitted he liked someone. It had to be the supernatural pull. But my heart was in my throat as I scrolled down to the last.

come 2 Nicky's 2night, 8:00, ask tiff if u don't know where it is. I realized I was holding my breath and I let it out and then texted Reid back only one letter, k. Then I dialed Tiffany's number.

"Hello?" asked the voice I recognized.

"Hey Tiff, it's Alice." I replied.

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"I need to know how to get to Nicky's." I heard her laugh.

"Listen closely."

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