The Noble Diaries
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or The Vampire Diaries in any way, shape, or form, they belong to their respective owners.
Chapter 1.
The bright morning sunlight bled through the windows and beamed into the halls of Mystic Falls Highschool that were filled with students and teachers that were waiting for the first day of school after the holiday to begin. Walking through the school, Bonnie Bennet and Elena Gilbert moved through the crowd and towards their lockers.
"...how long have we been gone?"
Bonnie glanced at her best friend. "About three months, why?"
"Um, because of that." Elena voiced, gesturing over to one locker where a group of students were standing around, specifically what one of the students was showing off to the others that made her wonder if they had done a time warp or something.
Looking where Elena was looking, Bonnie saw what she was looking. "Oh, that." She commented, briefly acknowledging the cybernetic arm that they were showing off to everybody. "Pretty cool...although, calling him Stumpy is gonna be pretty redundant now."
"Since when were cybernetics a thing?"
"Since...huh, about three months ago now that I think about it." Bonnie muttered, walking around the corner with Elena and down the hall. "It was probably made from the company down in Richmond." She stated. Noticing the blank look, she elaborated further. "What was it name again? Nobel...no, Noble Industries."
Elena raised a curious brow. "Noble Industries?" She repeated, testing the name on her tongue.
"It's literally all anyone had been talking about for the last couple of months." Bonnie told her, stopping in front of the lockers. "Just about every major news network has been trying to get an interview with the owner but he's practically a ghost, leaving the questions to the CEO. Don't know about you, but I would be lashing up all that attention."
Leaning against the locker, Elena offered a slight smile. "Not everyone likes attention."
"Unlike...can you feel something running up your spine?" Bonnie suddenly asked confusing Elena.
Turning to see what she was on about, Elena smiled awkwardly when her dark brown eyes landed on Matt Donovan who was looking at her from across the hall and offered him a small wave, one that he didn't return and responded by shutting his locker and walked off.
Falling back against the locker, Elena sighed deeply. "He hates me."
"That's not hate. That's you dumped me, but I'm too cool to show it...but secretly I'm listening to Air Supply's Greatest Hits." Bonnie told Elena hoping to lighten the mood, only to get a frown instead. Before anything else could be said, a blonde blur suddenly tacked Elena and hugged her tightly.
"Elena! How are you? Oh, it's so good to see you." Caroline Forbes said, embracing the brunette tightly before pulling away and looked at Bonnie. "How is she? Is she good?"
"Caroline, I'm right here and I'm fine."
"Really?"
"Yes, much better." Elena insisted through a tight smile, only to groan when she was hugged again.
"Oh, you poor thing."
"Okay, Caroline." Elena not so subtly pleaded, growing tired of everyone treating her like some dainty wallflower that was moments away from crumbling. Sure, she had lost fer parents a few months ago but it wasn't like she was the first person that it had happened too, nor would she be the last. Besides, it wasn't just her, Jeremy had lost his parents too.
Pulling away and ending the hug, something that Elena greatly appreciated, Caroline smiled at the pair of them. "Okay, see you guys later?"
"Sure." Elena smiled and Bonnie nodded. Waiting until she was gone and out of earshot, she turned back with a flat look. "Not one word."
Bonnie raised her hands in mock surrender. "I wasn't going to say anything."
"Uh-huh."
"I wasn't!" Bonnie swore as they walked away from the locker and headed down the hall, though even she didn't believe the words coming from her mouth. "She's just worried about you is all."
"Well, there is nothing to be worried about." Elena expressed firmly as they walked down the hall. "Like I told her, I'm feeling much better. Four months is enough time living in self-pity."
Bonnie's eyes softened. "You lost your parents, Elena." She reminded gently. "You can mourn as long as you want too, nobody is judging you." She told her as they entered another hallway that interconnected with another.
"All I want is..." Whatever Elena was going to say was abruptly cut off when she walked into what felt like a brick wall, sending her stumbling back and lost her footing. Before she hit the ground, she was grabbed mid-fall with one arm slipping underneath her legs, while another went around her back and spotted a brown folder from the corner of her eye as she was effortlessly hoisted up and carried in a pair of powerful arms, all of which sent butterflies in her stomach.
"Apologies. I should have maintained better situational awareness." A stoic voice apologized as Elena found herself staring into perhaps the most intense eyes she had even seen, ones that caused shiver to run down her spine. Leaning back, she managed to get a decent look at the person that was holding her in his arms.
He had medium-length black hair that was slicked back, intense blue eyes that were looking into her dark eyes making her heart race a little, and had handsome, yet scared features; while most had healed a faded away, others were more prominent such as the one that ran at an angle from his eye all the way down and across his lips that really stood out against his pale skin...
Which looked natural rather than the makeup that the Goths wore, almost like the sun had never touched his skin; she couldn't help but wonder if he was sick.
Staring at the handsome, pale-skinned teen, one that she was certain that she had never seen at school before since he kinda stuck out, Elena smiled and unconsciously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear revealing her hopped earring. "I-It's fine."
"Are you injured?"
Elena shook her head, her eyes never leaving his. "No. No, I don't think so." She answered before hearing murmurs coming from around her. Tearing her eyes from him and looking around, her cheeks heated up when she saw everyone looking at them, suddenly conscious that she was being held in his arms in plain view of the entire school that started whispering and grinning.
"Do you know the location of the reception?"
"Just down this hall, you can't miss it." Bonnie told him, speaking up for the first time since he had literally swept Elena off her feet.
Looking at Bonnie, the pale-teen offered her a small nod. "Thank you." He expressed, then walked off. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped when he seemed to remember that he was still holding Elena in his arms. "I should release you." He stated getting an embarrassed smile from the girl in his arms as she nodded, agreeing with him. Crouching, he gently placed her feet back on the ground.
Back on her own two feet, Elena turned only to see just how ridiculously tall he really was compared to her...to anyone in the school for that matter. Her head just reaching his chest. A very well-built chest from what she could see. He was wearing a black hoodie that did very little to hide his large shoulder and herculean build that left very little to the imagination, not that she was complaining, and black combat pants that were tucked into his boots.
"Apologies."
Elena waved it off with a smile. "Don't worry about it."
"Thank you for the assistance, ladies." The pale-teen expressed his gratitude stoically, then turned and walked away with the brown folder that was in his hand, one that looked to be filled with paperwork hinting that he was a new student starting at the school, today being his first day at Mystic Falls High.
A little disappointed that she didn't catch his name, Elena watched as the large teen walked away. Not just her either, everyone was watching him with the crowd parting when he approached and disappeared down the hall, heading towards the reception. "He is seriously sexy for a Goth."
"Yeah." Elena couldn't help but agree. "But I don't think that he was a Goth."
"He's pale white and wearing nothing but black, he's a Goth." Bonnie retorted dryly, bemused how Elena could think that he could be anything but.
"It didn't look like makeup." Elena commented, thinking about his unnaturally pale skin. "He could be sick."
Doubtful, Bonnie gave Elena a flat look. "Did you not see those muscles of his? They were practically bursting out of that hoodie of his." She commented playfully, then smirked coyly. "I'm more interested in what they felt like. How did it feel being held in those strong, powerful arms of his?"
"Pretty good." Elena smirked back. Her smirk faltered slightly when she thought about his scarred features. "How do you think he got those scars?"
"From living a wild, dangerous life." Bonnie answered through a shrug. "Personally, I think that they add to his overall sexiness." She added casually.
Elena couldn't really disagree. "They do."
"And he looks our age too. Which means there is a pretty good chance that he might be in our class...letting us get to know him."
Knowing that tone, Elena gave Bonnie an amused look. "You really think that he doesn't have a girlfriend?"
"All I'm doing is being friendly to the new student on his first day at school, which must be quite daunting." Bonnie smiled innocently, making Elena roll her eyes playfully. "It seems like you have other ideas. It must have been those deep blue eyes on his that pierced your soul with just a look; or perhaps you just want him to hold you again, make you feel safe in those large, powerful arms of his...
Elena struggled to hold back a smile. "You finished?"
"For the moment. But the day is still young!"
Walking through Mystic Fall Highschool and searching for the reception, Six noticed everyone looking at him when he past them, not to mention the whispers, something that came as no surprise to the Spartan-III commando. He was not an attractive sight; the scars and pale skin only added to that.
It had been a little three months since he had managed to escape the Fall of Reach and been transported from the twenty-sixth to the early twenty-first century; to 2009 to be exact. Even now, he often wondered if this was nothing more than some elaborate fantasy that his mind had conjured up and he was still back on Reach, bleeding out on the battlefield surrounded by the Covenant that wanted a Demons head for a trophy.
Unfortunately, this was all very real. He was about to spend his days socializing with hormonal teenagers that cared only for copulating and suffering the effects of alcohol poisoning...at least according to the popular pop culture that he had watched on the television in hopes of immersing with the happenings, was the correct phrase? Regardless, he wished to better know the twenty-first century.
Still, if there was one good thing that he could take from this experience then it was that the most that they would suffer was from ache and poor grades. They would never know the horrors of the Human-Covenant war. Watch as Humanity fought against a technologically superior enemy that outnumbered them. Be forced to live in a time when over twenty-billion casualties had been lost, and they were only the ones that had been recorded.
See their worlds glassed and made uninhabitable, destroying decades, sometimes centuries worth of colonizing as they continued their holy war in wiping out humanity, their Gods deeming them unworthy. For nearly twenty-eight years they had been fighting across the Orion Arm...and while many throughout the UNSC held out hope that there was a light, even just a sliver of one that there would be a light at the end of the tunnel, that they could win, he knew otherwise.
Working for ONI, acting as their Grim Reaper, he had learned the truth very early on. They were losing...and even that was putting it mildly. And now that Reach had fallen, their strongest military world, it was only a matter until the Covenant discovered Earth.
But now there was a chance to change that, to give humanity a fighting chance...which was why they has created Noble Industries.
Not only did it allow him to honour Noble Team, the closest thing he had for family since Beta Company had been wiped out, but it also allowed them to slowly uplift humanity and prepare them enough for the Covenant...hence why he was enrolling in High School.
There had been a few conversations between himself and Dot, but ultimately, she was correct, she usually was. The plan was for him to run the company, but after spending the last eight years working alone as ONI's Reaper, traveling across the galaxy and eliminating the Insurrectionists in whatever system, on whatever world they surfaced had left his socialization severely lacking. Not only that, but it gave him the opportunity to learn how to be human...or at least act it.
Additionally, he needed to immerse himself into the Jericho Reach persona; all three tasks that could be accomplished at high school.
His train of thought was abrupted halted when he finally located the reception. Heading inside, Six found another student standing in front of the desk where a young woman, possibly in her thirties was in the midst of conversing with the person in front, a conversation that was halted momentarily when he entered the room, his appearance no doubt unsettling her.
The student in front also looked over his shoulder, his eyes hidden from the dark sunglasses...something that he found a little odd considering that they were indoors, but who was he to talk? He was an expendable supersoldier from the twenty-sixth century about to enrol in high school.
"...I assume those are your papers, Mr Salvatore." The receptionist asked, tearing her eyes from Six and back to the young man who also looked back at her and handed her his own folder. Standing in silence, the Spartan watched as he looked through the documentation within the folder. "Everything appears to be in order, expect for your immunization records, and we do insist on transcripts."
"My mistake." The student apologized, a tightness in his voice. "They must have fallen out in the car; I'll be back in a moment." He told her, then quickly left the room, walking past Six who stepped out of the way, though noticed him eying him from behind the glasses, not to mention his shoulders tensing slightly as he past him.
"And how may I help you, Mr...
Looking back at the receptionist, Six approached the desk. "Jericho Reach. I am here to enrol."
"Well, welcome to Mystic Falls Highschool, Jericho. I'm Mrs Clarke." The receptionist, now identified as Mrs Clarke introduced herself with a welcoming smile, one that admittingly took Six by surprise since people usually saw Spartans as Section Three freaks. "Jericho Reach." She repeated out loud. "Have I heard that name somewhere before?"
"I wouldn't know, Ma'am." Six told her, then offered his file to her. "My documentations." He explained, handing them over.
Taking the folder, she opened it and started skimming through the paperwork. Waiting for a few moments, Mrs Clarke looked up. "Everything looks fine here. I'll just need to photocopy them and add them to the system. I'll just do that, as well as finding you your schedule." She explained, getting a nod from the Spartan before disappearing and heading into the room in the back.
Waiting patiently for her to return, Six suddenly felt that he was being watched. Glancing over his shoulder, he found the females that he had encountered minutes ago standing outside the door. Paying them no mind, he turned back and continued waiting for the receptionist to return.
"I'm sensing an Ocean...and walks on the beach."
"Hm." Six grunted in his head. The only beach that he had ever walked across had been the beaches of Jericho VII just outside of Damask with his parents, the city that he had grown up in... but just like his parents, those beaches were gone. As was the planet. The oceans had boiled, turned to superheated vapour, the Covenant glassing it from orbit.
Nothing remained from the life...nothing but a lifetime of regrets and the incessant memory of watching his parents murdered by the Covenant. His father exploding before him, his mother eaten alive by a Brute that ripped through skin and flesh. Even to this day, he could still remember his mother's screams, recalled in perfect detail as she was devoured...and there hadn't been a day since that he didn't wish that he had died with them rather than being forced to endure, to continue on without them.
Burying such thoughts away, Six focused on the matter at hands. His parents were dead, he wasn't. Well, technically they hadn't even been born yet, nor himself for that matter. Regardless, he could not afford to get distracted. He had a task to complete, that task being attending high school...strangely, he felt that fighting the Covenant would've been preferable.
And cut! And here is the first Chapter of The Noble Diaries. I hoped you all liked it. I've been planning on writing this up for a while, just wasn't sure how to start it. Also, just like with my Halo x Smallville crossover I only did a short prologue to test the waters to see if anyone would be interested in a Halo x Vampire Dairies story.
If so, please let me know what you all thought.