Sorry, short chapter, but this was necessary for the plot ;D Oh, btw, it's the tenth of December meaning: the day after my birthday (14 now ;D), AND my one year annicersary on FFN. WHOOP!

And, yes, I know it's been a few months...sorry?

Chapter 2:

Chapter Song: I Don't Care- Fall Out Boy

By: Raining Skittles

Hanna walked through the forest, her pace slow. Snow crunched under her fluffy pink boots, and her long princess hair tangled and blew this way and that in the howling wind, ringlets trailing like ribbons, coated with a fine dusting of snow.

She seemed to be heading deeper into the forest, which was strange for a teenage girl to do. A bag hung loosely from her shoulders, from which the silvery gleam of a gun was visible. Hanna had a stoney look in her almost violet eyes. The kind of look that said 'I'm out to kill'.

Eventually, the teen came to a stop at a moss covered rock, some three miles deep inside the thick trees of the thick-set forest on the outskirts of South Park, Colorado. She seemed oblivious the the coldness of the bitter night air, idly tapping her foot as though waiting for something. Or someone.

A wolf howled in the distance, causing Hanna to wince slightly.

"Hanna...?"

Hanna spun round at the sound of her name, eyes narrowing when she saw who spoke. "Scuro," she nodded, curtly, tightening her grip on her bag. The man beckoned her, then started walking back into the trees, Hanna following closely behind.

"Why the formalities, dear?" Scuro asked, raising a bushy eyebrow as the blonde fell into step beside him.

"Force of habit," Hanna said, "Would you rather I called you 'Ro?"

Scuro grinned at the old nickname. "Hell no. I'll never hear the end of it," he said, lifting a branch that fell low, holding it up for the teen.

"Thanks," she smiled, loosening up, slightly. "It's good to see you, Scuro. How's the guild?

"Good, excited to hear what our brother guild have to say. Did you get anything interesting?" Scuro asked, interest visible in his voice.

"A lot, I'll tell everyone when we get back, OK?" Hanna said, brushing snow off of her shoulders, drawing the older mans attention to the girls outfit. "Even though guild's are teritorial, they're glad we're here. Apparently there's a lot." She let slip.

"I'm looking forward to this," he replied, rubbing his gloved hands together. "Hey, since when are you blonde?" He asked. In the dark, her hair hadn't immediately been noticable, but as they passed a gap in the tree's, moonlight hit her head.

"I went in disguise, remember? A wig, coloured contacts, those weird cup thingies you put in your bra to make your boobs bigger." Hanna laughed.

"I can honestly say that that is the most god-awful outfit I've ever seen," Scuro, noted, looking Hanna over quickly. He was a simple man, he didn't care for the thick, hot pink sweater, tight, light denim pants or fluffy, bubblegum pink boots the blonde wore. "Though it does fit you well," he joked, pointing at Hanna's fake bust which was very noticable.

"I know," Hanna sighed, "but I have to play the cute bimbo to track down all of the-" she was cut off as Scuro put a gloved hand over her mouth.

"No, don't speak of them here- we may be being watched."

"I highly doubt that, we're in the forest in the middle of the night," Hanna replied, but complied to the older man, not bringing up the name she had been about to say, again. "How far are we from base?" She asked, changing the subject.

Scuro scanned their surroundings. "Not to far," he said, chewing his lip, thoughtfully. "Two minutes, max." He was right, soon they could see the glow of fire-light through the trees, painting the pairs faces with a warm, orange light.

"Everyone!" Scuro called, as soon as they passed into the clearing. There were at least two dozen people, ranging from children to adults. Most were around the fire, while others bustled about, making food, weapons, idly chatting.

Hanna automatically pulled off her wig, revealing cropped mousey brown hair.

The blacksmith, Morgan, a big, muscular man, stood up from his place on a log, warming himself by the fire. "Hanna, you're back!" He grinned, showing two missing teeth. "And...wearing pink. Ew."

"Shut up, Morgan," Hanna replied, walking over and hitting the man playfully, before sitting beside him.

Everyone else gathered around the fire, sitting down, and Hanna began talking about what had gone on, what she had found out while posing as a student at the local High School. "There's a facility not far from here," she said, "one that caters for vampires." She pulled the gun and two stakes out of her bag. "These are better than the weapons we already have, these are the ones that the hunters guild in South Park use. It's fool-proof. We just need to mass-produce them."

Morgan nodded. "Aye, then we can kill the scum." He spat on the ground at his feet.

Hanna placed the objects in the blacksmith's big hands, and turned. "Anya," she said to the cook, a short red-head who sat opposite her. "Please can I have some food?"

The cook pulled a pot off of the fire, scooping soup into a chipped bowl with a ladel. "Here you are, deary." She said, passing it over. "I missed you, you know," she smiled. Hanna grinned back, before turning back to Scuro.

"As the lead hunter, you tell us when to go." She said, determination in her eyes.

Scuro pursed his lips. "We need to know exactly where this 'facility' is."

"It's called Double A Academy, I was told," Hanna replied. "A boarding school."

"OK, we'll leave at dawn." Scuro stood up. "Everyone, get some rest. We leave at dawn."

With that, the Denver guild of vampire hunters (or slayers) started to pack up their things, heading for bed in tents, hammocks, and a teppee.

"Oh, and Hanna," Scuro said, as he got up, "while we did send you to South Park to make contact with our brother guild, you are still a killer. I hope you haven't gone soft on us?"

Hanna snorted. "Not a snowballs chance in hell." Scuro snorted, nodded approvingly, and entered the teppee, leaving the brunette alone..

Hanna sat alone, the cold, night air blowing on her back and through her cropped hair, staring at the last embers of the fire. She sighed, sadly to herself, remembering someone who she could honestly say was her only true friend, and who had gone missing the night before. "Kyle, I know you've become one of them. But I'm going to get you back."

With that, she went to sleep, wondering how the next day was going to play out.