Amanda leaned against the side of the school building. She didn't mind waiting, but now it was just getting ridiculous. The grounds were clear now except for the last few students who were just leaving, and even teachers had already walked past her on their way out.
She sighed heavy looking at her watch. She wished she hadn't agreed to this, Brandon seemed to always have a way of showing up late to every appointment he made, but this was abit out of hand.
Brandon and Mr. Riffert stood in the classroom going back and forth about cones of power. They each had their own view on the subject and neither was willing to give in to the other. It wasn't an argument and it definitely wasn't a philosophical debate of any kind, and they both gave way to smiles as the stepped out of Riffert's classroom.
"Okay, okay! I give, your right I'm wrong! Let it go!" He laughed.
"Awe, your just saying." Brandon joked, and watched as Riffert locked up his room.
"Yeah, but.. It's so much easier that way." Riffert placed the key in his pants pocket and began to walk down the hallway, "So, don't forget Wicca Club is after school tomorrow."
Brandon laughed under his breath, "How could I? We've all been yapping about it. You know, with Mabon and all that."
Riffert nodded, then waved slightly as he went down the stairs. He didn't mind being adviser for the religious club. No one associated him with it anyway, there were teachers who ran other clubs that had nothing to do with them. Most clubs were just a way for the students to get together for some dumb reason anyway, so why not run a religious one that helps people?
He had been glad and honored when Brandon and his small posse ad practically bum rushed his classroom. Mostly because he hadn't thought he was that popular at the school seeing as he had just join a year earlier, but also because it allowed him to share his knowledge on his favorite subject. His own religion.
Amanda let out a sigh of relief when she finally saw Brandon coming down the steps. She had just been about to leave which would have meant walking all the way to meet with the group. She was much happier just waiting for him to get out and drive her up. At least waiting forty minutes didn't take a toll on her legs.
"Finally! God, Brandon, I thought you had like choked on a pencil, or tripped down the stairs running from Mrs. Mahogany." She laughed.
Mrs. Mahogany was there new school principle. She had a way of making everything worst, and everything harder. Ever since she had begun running the school, every student had gotten just a little less school spirited... At least a little bit, Amanda thought as she watched a few student post up a home game poster.
"Yeah, yeah..." Brandon muttered, shaking his head with a smile. "Let's just go already."
He walked up to shaggy blue car. The paint peeling at the edges and made yet another mental note to get them done over. Random driving, through random places were taken there expected toll on the poor thing. Lock on the driver's side couldn't even be open from the outside anymore.
He tossed Amanda the keys, and waited for her to open his door from within. Sooner or later all of things piling up about the car were definitely going to break too pieces right at his feet.
He started the engine, which thankfully was one for the small things he could always depend on to work, and pulled out of the school parking lot.
Monica waited dreadfully close to the edge of the steep hills that led down into the rushing river. You'd think they'd have better safety precautions, she thought with a chuckle. She checked her phone for the time, any later and they all might as well call it off.
She leaned up against an old weeping willow, and pulled her over sized bag closer to her. As she pulled out her practically new sketch book, she looked up at the drooping branches of the willow. It had been an extremely long time since the river had ever been high enough to reach those leaves, probably abit over half a century.
She wondered how long it would take for the old tree to finally give in and die. Or maybe it's roots were much deeper then Monica thought. If so, it had quite the entanglement to fight through on it's way to the water. Considering that new trees had grown along the lowering river banks, there were at the least, seven other root bunches to get pass.
As she wondered about this, her pencil drew sweeping lines across the page. The first few lines seem to always be abit exaggerated, but the idea in her head seem to be too.
Amber and the group walked at a steady passe towards the scent. Whatever it was, it was new to the area. It was still very attractive. They all seemed to be drawn towards it, like dogs to hot dog vendor.
Lionel, a young man with dusty black hair and eyes that could reflect clouds, suddenly began to walk faster. The rest of the pack matched in step, each of them taking small steps to reach their regular positions.
Suddenly it had become a slow hunt. The prey showed no sign of moving, but then again, it didn't even know they were coming.
They made their way over a hill, down the hill, across the small stream in the center of the graveyard and past a large statue of a praying angel covered in ivy. Then they saw her, leaning closely against the old willow tree, only a few inches from the border line. They knew they would have to move slowly if they really wanted this, and...
Suddenly Amber's mind became clear again, Why did they even want her? She was plain, like any other kid that ran around the city. The over sized bottoms of her pants flared against the grass and melded into her black shirt. The only color that showed any sign coming from the buttons of her bag.
Things came into better and better detail as Amber continued to think, until she realized why. She was still walking towards the girl. She hadn't even noticed her feet pick up again. Looking around though she knew she had fallen behind. Lionel was well ahead of the rest, lying close to the trees only a two minute run behind her. Even that wasn't too much, if she started at a run, he could catch. He could except...
The border was practically at her heels. She practically stand up and literally dance on the border of life and death.
Suddenly Amber's head turned at a noise that had become silent against all of her concentration. the rest of the pack must have had the same reaction, they each looked in the same direction. A faint voice came closer. It was coming from the other side of the border.
Monday? Harmonica? Monanica?, Amber thought trying to distinguish the words. It was still abit far, but it was coming steadily closer. She looked at Lionel who stared at her almost with a pleading face. He had still been creeping closer when they had heard the words.
She shook her head though, even the slightest tip into the other side of the border would ruin everything. Revenge was hers... She was gonna waste it on some random prey.
She watched the pack begin to leave, and finally heard the words come clearer on the wind.
"Monica!" Gigi called as she trudged her way through the now muddy walk of the graveyard. "Monica, come on! We're gonna be late as all hell!" She laughed over the sound of the rain colliding with the mud cover brick beneath her feet.
She saw a stir from just beyond her sight. I really need glasses, She thought to herself with a sigh. The shadowy blob came closer into view and just from the reflection that the array of buttons gave off, Gigi knew it was Monica.
She put her weight against her left leg as she leaned against a crypt waiting for Monica to catch up. Something about the day just felt right for what the group was gonna be up to that day, but after catching the eye of the weird guy in her teacher's car... She ran a hand through her drenched hair. She didn't really wanna think about it.
Nope, I've actually just changed alot of names to names I know. Some of them are actual people others are people I made up and a few have looks based off of tv show characters. Like Donna from Doctor who! !
Lionel growled as he watch the two girls walking away. In turned and glared at Amber like it was her fault, but knew there wasn't much he could do. He walked away from the group without saying a word. They all felt the loss of prey.
Marking your prey was only the beginning though, it was stalking the prey afterwards that was the true entertainment. Eating it was only a reward.
Prey like this only came about two times a year though. Werewolves, at least the tamed packs, fed off wild animals. Twice a month was the regular for a full pack, just to keep the blood thirst at bay. The rules were admit though, no more then three humans a year. Even though it was only likely for most packs to find one per year.
That's why stalking the prey was so much fun. The held on to their prey as long as possible. No two humans ever reacted smelled the same. None of them ever tasted the same. So they also languished over both sense when it came to the special kind of dinning.
Lionel stalked away though. He didn't care to stalk the prey at that exact moment. He didn't care for much for that matter. All he wanted was a rush, that shot of adrenaline, anything to keep his thoughts off of the loss of his cousin.
Everyone felt sorry for Amber, but he knew the truth about... He knew the whole truth.
Halfway across town Dawn and Shade stopped next to the railroad tracks. From there they half stumbled (well Dawn stumbled, Shade pretended to stumble) down the side of a rocky hill to an empty field of nothing but dirt.
The steel factory use to keep all of it's materials there. Until World War II, then it was closed down. There was no need for so many factories working on steel, so they had shut it down. It had been turned into a museum. A collection of the city's past.
The field still held the scar of the war though. It was grass-less, and hills of dirt had been placed together by local teens who would come down to the field with motor bikes and some regular bikes just play around. Dawn and Shade went out further though.
At the opposite edge of the field were some tightly growing trees, and just behind that was the giant river that went in between the city's two halves.
They got there, and moved out further away then they usually had to just to sit by the water.
Shade brought his legs up and watched the waters pass by, while Dawn looked up towards the grey sky. It as how they had always spent their spare time in between classes during college. Just out by the water (at least on cloudy days). Shade had even talked Dawn into throwing a few bashes out here back in those days.
Now they were even lucky if they ran into each other at the store. Shade always made it a point to talk Dawn out at least once a month. So he was pretty glad he had gotten to see Dawn twice in a row.
"So, whatta ya want." Dawn said with a soft laugh.
Shade looked over his shoulder at Dawn, it was abit unnerving how he always just laid still like that. Like he could spend all day just watching clouds float by. Didn't he realize how unnervingly short his human life was?
Shade shrugged, "Nothing much, just you know... Wanted to hang out." He let out a heavy sigh and laid back with his arms behind his head.
"Last time you just wanted to 'hang out' , you were being stalked by your crazed ex-girlfriend." Dawn laughed and looked around at the near by brush as if the crazy chick was going to show up again.
Yeah, well.. at least there was a chick in my life back then." Shade shook his head, and then propped himself on his elbows.
Dawn's eyebrow rose as he looked at Shade. He knew that whatever Shade had in his head was about to come out.
With a heavy sigh Shade looked at Dawn with tired expression, "I don't know I guess I just want my own life or something."
Dawn smirked, "Yeah, well... I think the best place to start is away from your mom's house."
"Shut-up dude, that's not what I meant."
Shut-up." Shade said laughing and shaking his head. "I guess, I just want something different. Something that I haven't done yet, that I haven't had."
"You haven't moved out of your mom's yet." Dawn teased with a growing smile.
"Your a dick."
"Your an idiot." Dawn said simply and sat up, "If you want something different then I suggest you stop lying to yourself. You need to live on your own, and you have to do something with your college degree. Something other then as a frame filler."
Shade sighed heavily. "Yea... Yea, I guess I should and I definitely do have to move out."
"Exactly." Dawn agreed as he looked over the water. "So, what else is wrong? Are we gonna laugh over a dumb joke and go now?"
"Is that really all we do anymore?"
"Yeah, basically." Dawn picked at the grass next to him, "But I've gotten use to helping your ass out dumb crap, so who cares."
Shade chuckled, "Well, then I think you might have fun helping me with this one."
Shade sat back up, and ran a hand through his short dark hair. He hadn't want to actually talk about this particular problem, but when he thought about it, Dawn really did help him with alot of his problem.
"Well, you remember how crazy my ex was right?" He asked slowly.
Dawn turned his head to look at Shade, "Don't tell she's finally been committed."
Shade shook his head with a smile, "Not exactly, Dawn she..."
Shade was suddenly cut off by an arrow flying straight past his face. Five seconds later another arrow flew at then again. This time Shade took Dawn by the hand pulled up as he stood and broke out into a run.
He jumped behind a tree Dragging Dawn with him. Why hadn't he noticed it earlier? Why hadn't heard anything? How could they have gotten so close without him knowing?
An arrow flew past the tree and Shade pushed himself up against even harder. Dawn on the other hand crouched himself low to the ground.
"Who the hell is aiming arrows at us at five in the ****ing afternoon?" He yelled at Shade as if he'd know.
He actually did know... Kind of. He knew in general who throwing arrows, more at him then them, but that was beside the point.