Fuck. Where my neighbors having sex? Once my brain becomes coherent, I realized that there was banging on the door. I did not want to get up to answer it, but Hector would keep it up until I do. I want to be back at the lake house because there I can sleep in as late as I wanted. I rolled over covering my head with a pillow trying to stifle the sound. Hector ceased suddenly. When the knocking louder than before, my hopes for returning to sleep died. With a groan, I sat up and stretched. Slipping out of bed, I walked to the door in the dark.

"Mother fucker!" I hissed in pain as I stubbed my fucking little toe against the fucking coffee table. "Shit mother fucker."

I continued to mutter as I walk – half limbed really - to answer the door.

He had a self-satisfied expression. I truly wanted to knock the look off his pretty face. I merely glared at him as he walked in. I immediately covered my eyes as he turned on a lamp. It burns! I hate waking up early, but I have a job to do.

"Like you don't know," I grumbled at Hector, but then I noticed Paul who walked behind him.

"Good Morning Paul."

Acting like the small child that I am in the morning, I crawled onto the couch, curling around one of the throw pillows. I closed my eyes and mutter to the men in the room that I need coffee before we can do anything. I internally curse vampires for coming alive at night. Why can't they be day creatures? I heard Hector and Paul give a chuckled.

"Niña, we have coffee for you." Hector probably had that stupid smirk on his face. "Come on, wake up."

I sat up leaving the pillow to rest in my lap. I needed to hide a particular region of my chest to maintain a little modesty. it was a little cold in the room, and I was nipping out. Paul handed me my coffee. I restrained in my inner Gollum as I held my precious. Precious. I took a careful sip of my coffee to avoid burning my tongue. Paul presented me with an almond poppy seed muffin. This muffin made my fucking morning! I thanked Paul.

"I love you." I held the coffee in one hand and the muffin in the other.

"Ok, let's get down to business." Hector began.

To defeat the Huns! Ok, I need to focus. I paid close attention to what they needed to tell me as I ate my muffin.

"It took a chunk of money and persuasion." Hector started. "You are now registered as a new student at the Southern Methodist University. Congratulation!"

"Yay." I took another bite of my muffin.

"You are in the same group as Miss Smith." Hector ignored my snide comments. "She is apparently majoring in political science, and her mother will be attending this orientation with her. Paul will be attending as your older brother. I signed you up as Georgiana Williams. I thought that you would not want your real name used."

I just nodded along as Hector and Paul discussed transportation and the plan when we arrive at the church. I wasn't really listening. I was savoring the last of my muffin. Plus, it was Paul's job to get me places. As long as I get where I needed to be, I really don't care how. I'm tired. Once I get into the church, the mission becomes quite manageable. All I had to do was find Godric and get him out after sunset. Mary-Lynn should be easy to manipulate. Hopefully.

"That covers everything." Hector finished. "Any questions?"

"Nope," I said with a yawn. "What time does orientation start?"

"We have to be there at 8:30 for check-in." Paul smiled. "We have to leave here at quarter to 8."

I nodded to acknowledge what Paul was saying. That gave me plenty of time to get ready and eat breakfast which was awesome. I stood up still holding the pillow to my chest as I told the two men that were sitting there that I was going to take a shower. At that, both Hector and Paul stood up to leave. Hector wished us both luck and that he would see us in the evening before departing.

"I'm am staying in 238," Paul said standing at the door. "Call me when you are ready, or I'll just come up and get you at 7:45."

I told him that I would be ready and waved him off. Once they were gone, I tossed the pillow back on to the couch and went to the shower. Was I all clean and lotioned? Is lotioned a word? Would I place lotion on my body be more grammatically correct? No, that sounded wrong, plain wrong. I wrapped my body and hair in towels. I walked over to my wardrobe. What is considered appropriate to infiltrate a cult of god fearing, vampire hating, and crazy churchgoers? Seriously, what does one wear? I looked at the clock and it was 20 minutes after 6. I required more than just a muffin and coffee for breastfast. Today was going to be a very long day. I called room service and ordered breakfast.

Approximately 45 minutes later, I finished eating and determined what to wear. I settled on a knee-length flowy dress. The top of the dress was a soft orange tank top with a multi-color tribal print skirt. I slipped on my brown leather sandals and grabbed a matching cardigan to wear just in case it's a little chilly this morning. I looked through my supplies to fill my bag with the bare essentials that I might need while I'm out.

The clock said it was 7:12 so that meant that it was 6:12 back at home, and my mom should be awake. I grabbed my phone from its charger and called her. I nearly hung up because there was no answer.

"Hi, Georgi."

"Hey, mama!" I said cheerfully. "Did I wake you?"

"No honey, I was making coffee." I could hear the smile through the phone. "How is the mission? Any progress?"

I told her everything that has happened so far. She listened intently as I explained today's plan. She agreed we needed to keep the vampires out of the situation as much as we can. As much as I get annoyed with my mother's stifling love, I know she's here for me whenever I need her.

"It sounds like you have everything under control." She recognized. "You will be careful, right? I don't want anything to happen you."

"Mom," I whined, "I am always careful."

"Please, sweetheart?"

"I will mom," I promised. "I'll call you tonight with an update."

We said our goodbyes. For the second time this morning, there was knocking on the door, but it wasn't as loud. Perfect timing. I looked through the peephole. Being the good little witch that I am, I checked the hallway. Hector would be so proud that I am not opening the door to a complete stranger. I opened the door to Paul with a smiled and greeted him. He gave me a strange look because I was all happy and full of energy. My sudden eruption of energy was the result of a hot shower, a full breakfast, and at least 2 more cups of coffee.

"Ready?" I grabbed my bag from the table next to the door.

Paul raised an eyebrow.

"What?" I slung the strap of my bag over my head so it was laying across my torso. "I had two more cups of coffee and some bacon this morning. I am wide awake and ready to party."

"Uh-huh."
"Come on, Paul we're gonna be late."

I walked passed him closing the door. I led the way to the elevators, but once we arrived in the lobby, I allowed Paul to take the lead. I had no idea where we're actually going. There was no way I was going to have that movie cliché moment where Paul would say 'actually it's this way.' I am not walking into that cliché.

I looked around, and the lobby was now empty except for a human or two and the staff of the hotel. The lobby, bar, and restaurant look very different in the daylight and without the guests sucking the life out of people. I followed Paul out to the front of the hotel where a black car was parked. When a valet handed Paul the keys, I approached the black car, but I guess I was a walking cliché. Paul laughed and said that was not our car.

"That one is." He pointed to the dark blue car.

Acting like I knew the whole time, I walked over the car. Paul chuckles a little more when he opened the front door for me. I told him to shush while sitting down in the car. I looked out the window as Paul drove us the school. I wanted to get started. You know that feeling when you know that you need to do something but can't get started? This drive seems to be going on forever! Why can't Paul drive any faster? I took a deep breath because I know that I am becoming impatient. I needed to calm the fuck down. It's not like Paul can go any faster with the traffic all around us.

After for what seems like an eternity on the highway, Paul finally got us to the school at the scheduled time. Paul looked over at me with a smile and reminded me that I was a minor going through orientation for the first time with my guardian and I had to listen to him. I rolled my eye at him before giving my reply.

"Yes, dad."

Paul is ridiculous, but he is pretty awesome.

The campus was enormous, and if it weren't for the arrows directing us to orientation, Paul and I get lost. There was a large group of random people who were heading the same direction. We were going the right way. The one thing I hated was the ridicules heat! How can it be this hot this early?! I demand answers for this crime against humanity. It was going to be more difficult to find Mary-Lynn surrounded by all these people. I was kinda hoping for some astronomical meeting that only is described in stories for help. Hector did say that I was I'm the same group as her. I need to be patient and wait even if I want it to happen now!

"There's a lot of people here. Hopefully, we can find her." Paul said.

I agreed with him. I looked around, and I just can't believe the sheer amount of people that were around us. All I wanted was to go back to the lake and relax there for the rest of the summer. All I want from her is to be proud of me for being a strong independent witch. As we came around the corner, we saw a tall white building that had a banner welcoming all the new students to a new school year. I stood there for a moment to watch everyone file into two entryways. I mentally sighed. I know this is going to take longer than I wanted it to.

I trudged up the stairs to enter the building where the organizers had set up some tables. A volunteer stood next to the door and told Paul and me to grab an orientation folder. I looked at Paul and asked what my last name was on a quest voice.

"Jacobs." Paul walked over to the table labeled with "J-K."

I told the person who was sitting at the table what my name was. She quickly found my folder and handed it to me. I used my excellent manners to thank the lady and followed her directions to the auditorium.

"Georgia Jacobs?" I raised an eyebrow at Paul.

"Hector thought it was a better idea to use some form of your name. So that way, you will answer to it. If anyone asks, out parents named you after our great aunt." He teased me. "Your major is also political science. Apparently, our little friend wants to go into politics."

Paul laughed at the disgusted face I made. Politics makes me nauseous. I just muttered "yay" underneath my breath and looked through my folder. It had the standard things one would expect at a college orientation: Itinerary, a campus map, our registration information so we could sign up for classes, our major requirements, and group assignments for orientation-related activities.

"Keep an eye out for her," I whisper to Paul. "Hopefully, we will see her here. I really don't want to have to go around searching for her. I want to befriend her before we break off into groups."

Paul nodded, and we glanced around looking for Mary–Lynn Smith. I don't want her to make a new friend before me.

"Is this seat taken?" A pleasant, sweet sounding, a southern voice asked.

I looked over to my left to see the blonde girl wearing a pretty blue and yellow floral dress. I would know that face anywhere seeing as I studied it all last night. I smiled back at her and told her that the seats were open.

"I can't believe that worked! They invited us to the church without a second thought."

Paul and I were genuinely amazed that our plan worked.

"I know. It just worked so well." I agreed with him as we got back into the car. "Lynn even invited me to a youth group thing. They are getting to together later this afternoon to prepare for the lockdown or whatever they called it. I should be able to snoop around to see if I can find him. If it all works out all, the sheriff should be sprung tonight."

I expected to finish all this business in the next day. As exciting as this mission is, I wanted to return to my summer vacation. Hector will be pleased with today's results, and he can report back to the King of Texas. Now, I needed to move on to step two of the plan.

It was later in the afternoon when I received a text from Lynn asking if I will be at the youth group thing. She also asked if I needed a ride to the church because she would be willing to pick me up at my hotel. I told her that I would take our rental car and drive myself. The last thing I want is her to know is I am staying at the premiere vampire hotel. That would kinda throw off the whole 'I-hate-vampire-thing' I got going on.

Paul was not happy about me driving alone to the church. He even went as far as saying Hector would kill him if he allowed me to "do such a thing." I complied because I would feel better if Paul was nearby. The crazy people of the Cult of the Sun might find it suspicious that a teenager is coming to the church by herself. I don't want them to think that I am a spy, but a vampire-hating teen there to praise Jesus. Gag me with a spoon.

"Georgi," Paul got my attention, "It's time to head to the church."

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