Hunted

Violet

I looked out the window, taking in the dazzling city lights as I recalled the events that had happened once I had arrived at the hospital.

I had sat in the waiting room pacing frantically while the doctors desperately tried to keep him alive. I suppose my sudden attachment to Theo, even though I’d never seen him before, came from the memories of my mother’s death. Although I’d never told Peyton this, and my father I suppose didn’t know that I still remembered this, but I think my compassion came from remembering that my mother had died alone, all of a sudden, because no one had been with her.

I expect I just don’t want that happen to someone else.

One thing that was worrying me though, was the thought that one of the nurses might ask me some of Theo’s personal details, of which, I knew none.
Thankfully this didn’t ever happen, as about half an hour later, a friendly nurse came over to me and told me I could go in and see Theo.

I nervously walked into the room and saw him looking at me suspiciously.

“Hi,” I blushed. “I’m sorry about the whole, uh, girlfriend thing. I didn’t know what else to do and I…” I trailed off.

“Thanks, I guess.” I noticed a faint smile. “It’s better than dying I suppose.”

I twiddled my thumbs nervously.

In a moment of what I can only describe as pure insanity, I grabbed a pen and a notebook from my bag, scribbled down my name and number, and handed it to him.

“That’s just in case you, um, need anything,” I babbled, growing redder by the second. “Just… let me know when you get better.”

And then I left, before he could respond.

‘How could I have been so stupid?’ I thought to myself. He would never call me back, not after that. Argh, I hate myself.

I lifted my keys out of my bag and opened the front door to my apartment. I could feel dread slowly increasing in the pit of my stomach as I realised I would have to face the inevitable.

I slowly opened the door, attempting to sneak in unnoticed. My plan failed, however, and I was met by the sight of Peyton glaring at me with anger in her eyes…

- Prospekt

Peyton

Peyton, understandably, was angry. Very, angry. Racing up to the hospital after her deranged sister... to find the guy lying in a bed, informing her that Vi had left little more then ten minutes ago.
By the time she'd got home, she was fuming. And she wasn't even home yet. She didn't speak to her father, she just waited on the stairs in front of the door, her face crimson.
When Violet sheepishly pushed open the door, she stood up, an impossible fire blazing in her eyes. "Do you even care for me at all?"
"What?" Vi aksed, shuting the door behind her.
"You run off with strangers, you dissappear even when I worried about you... you don't care about me or anyone, and I'm tired, Vi. I can't put up with it anymore."
With that, she turned and walked up the stairs without another word, collapsing onto her bed with a heavy sigh, pulling Lemon onto her lap and scratching him behind the ears pensively.

Theo

Well, this could be interesting, he thought, as the girl hurried from the room. She seemed to like him... that interested him. Why would anyone even bother to save him? He knew this girl had a power... Asuka had a run in with them earlier.
Why not play along with this? Maybe he could go out with her a few times, get close to her... and then kill her. It would just be like a big game of hunting; except so much more fun than usual.
He folded his arms, grinning at himself deviously, not even noticing the pain in his shoulder. Yes... this could be fun.

Violet

‘It’s stupid,’ I thought to myself.

I don’t even know him.

So why is he still on my mind?

It was getting insane. I had been repeatedly checking my phone every thirty seconds in case he called. I had even used my house phone to call my cell to make sure it was working. Of course, I hung up immediately in case he had phoned in those few seconds I had wasted.

Why hasn’t he called?

Of course Peyton had been mad. She’d furiously yelled at me, asking if I cared for her at all.

Did she care for me? It seemed like she didn’t care whether I couldn’t remember the day’s events or not. It was like I had been mind-raped, or something.

Didn’t she realise how much this had upset me?

At least Theo had brought a distraction from my thoughts about my memory, although not necessarily a good one.

I suppose I’ll go confront her about it in the morning.

I’m walking through a dark, deserted alleyway. I’m, following someone? She seems familiar, although, I can’t make her out. Suddenly, she bumps into a man, his eyes are filled with pure hatred, and…

I sit up, sweating, struggling to breathe.

What was that?

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- Prospekt

I cant think of any way that Alucard could have survived that... I'll just go with an idea from another storybook...

ALUCARD~~

I groaned and felt pain lance through my body. Even though there were only two ways to kill me, pain was pain. I coughed and blood spewed from my mouth in a fine mist. This was not my first time being shot, but it wasn't something you could ever get used to. I calmed myself and kept still, knowing that the process would be faster that way.

As my own blood soaked through my clothes and covered me I felt my muscle sowing itself back together, pushing the bullet out of my body. In a minute it was done, and my skin was perfect once again. I stood slowly, waiting for the pain like I had every other time, but it didn't come. I sighed and cracked my shoulders before looking around. The man I had shot was no where to be found, but another girl was fighting the two shape shifters.

I started walking towards the girl, gaining speed as I went. They kept on attacking her but she would heal instantly, making their attacks useless.

When I stood behind her I let the vampiric side of me take over. My eyes flooded with red until they seemed to glow, even in the daylight. My skin paled and my teeth elongated. I took another step towards her and locked my arms around her.

My brother and I were not like other Dhampirs. Dhampirs appeared human for the most part, but they were faster and stronger. We were true vampires, but we had some of the strengths of humans. A gift from our noble father, the first of our kind, Dracula.

I brother my head to rest on her throat. I knew she could heal on the outside, but lets see how well she healed with acid coursing through her blood. I hesitated though, did I really want to condemn another person to this fate?

Asuka

Baka, i yelled out. We were so close getting those two shapeshifters. Why does Hunter have to stop us. Geezm i had forgotten to hell Theo, that wqas the whole point of the reinforcement. I had left instantly only to find Theo with some girl treating his wound. Heh, what a slack smiling as i knew the girl whom i tracked before. I could track her down but i'll save it for later. I still need to find Theo and heal his wounds.

I began walking and all of the sudden i feel my body being hold, i looked beside me and saw a boy's face on my neck, by the teeth. he was a vampire or more like one.

My body was locked against his.

"A vampire," i grinned, "another common sight in NY."

"Impressive in how you fought those two especcially with the healing," he said and he showed me his teeth.

"Thanks and what, bite your shiny little teeth into my neck? That's original," i said calmly.

"Do you want to be bitten?"

"Maybe maybe not...what i am saying is what ever happens to me, i will promise you'll regret it. SO come on, bite me, kid. I dare you."

for a moment he was surprise by what i had said and it was only at that time that i took out my fan and attacked him. The kid responded quickly letting me go and moving back.

" a gentle man indeed for a vampire," i said confidently looking at him armed. "So waht are you going to do now, kid? If you ask me, i'm busy. I have tons to do. So if you want to fight then i'll let you and whenever you bit me, i promise you'll regret it."

*OK so I think Gale and Jack is in the ambulance. . .right?

Gale~

Darkness is the scariest place. . .in my opinion it's scary than hell. . .but that's only because in hell you know where you are, and you know what you did to deserve it. . .But in darkness your just there, it's not even a color. The only good thing about it thou was that the pain in my arm was gone. The last thing I remember was a girl. . .I think she went to my school picking me and Jack up and running.

I heard mumbles I think they were voices, they were all jumbled up. My eyes fluttered open as the pain in my arm returned. There was a bright light I must still be in the battle I realized as I tried to jump up, but realize that I was strapped down. I never really liked to be trapped any where I started to panic and tried to wiggle out but I was stuck, the pain in my arm was getting worse and worse as I moved.

"Calm down Gale. It's okay, I'm here." Jack's voice came out of no where, I looked over and saw his face we were in an ambulance. He gave me the 'I'll explain later look' so I recurrently laid back down as I felt people probe and poke at my arm causing me to wince every now and then

Naomi-

The guy woke up and looked at his sister. "Is Gale alright?" he asked. Deacon looked up from holding Hinata.

"An ambulance is coming. She should be fine at the hospital."

He nodded and continued watching his sister. He then looked up at me. "Thanks."

Oh please don't talk about the fight. Please, please, please...

"No problem," I said nervously. The ambulance came and the emergeny team strapped Gale down to a table and set her in the ambulance.

"Are you immediate family?" once of them asked the guy. He nodded and got into the ambulance, holding Gale's hand. The MD came down and looked at Hinata.

"What about her?"

"Could she ride in the ambulance?" I asked. "We aren't sure what's wrong. She feinted." I really hate lying, yet I've had to do it so long. Life sucked. The MD nodded and Hinata was shipped off to the hospital with the other two. When it had drove off I looked at Deacon.

"I should go," I shrugged and walked away. I could feel his eyes staring at me until I turned the corner. For some reason, I felt like he knew what really happened.

**jok, if you're wondering why Naomi keeps calling your character "the guy" it's because she doesn't know his name yet. I hope it doesn't sound like I'm not acknowledging Jack.**

Deacon

He waited until she was about to turn the corner before speaking up, "Just like that, huh?" She froze in her footsteps, and he went on, "You really think you can just wam on after what you saw there?"

"Why not?" She asked, starting to walk again.

"Yeah, I ask myself the sad question. I don't want to be involved in this. But guess what? You don't have a choice. We're teenagers who aren't exactly normal, and it's kids like us who are getting killed lately. You walk away, you're only putting yourself in danger." Bleak words, Deacon knew, but even he'd woken up to the situation here. Peace and quiet was not a option right now. And if any of them wanted it, they were going to have to do something about the hunters.

She looked back at him, "Well, what're you going to do, then?"

"Go to the hospital, check up on the others. After they're better, I dunno. Maybe leave town or something. You can ce to the hospital as well, if you want. But first, I want to know something." He paused, eyes boring into hers, "You're like me, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"An experiment. I can tell by the way you carry yourself, your posture and all that."

Naomi-

"What's wrong with my posture?" What was he talking about? I... how did he know!

"Genetic experiments have a certain posture, or so I've noticed."

I shot him a glare. "I- there's nothing wrong..."

"Lies won't get you out of this one."

I wanted to break down and sob. I've seen too much and done too much. I just wanted to go home and curl up in a corner, never to be seen by the world again.

"So, what's your power?"

I looked at him and sighed. "Enhanced senses."

He nodded, not seemingly surprised. I looked down at my feet, realizing the wonderful relief I felt now that I could talk to someone about my powers besides my dad.

"And yours?"

"Do you really need to know?"

"I told you mine."

"I'm not as trusting."

OK... I'm so sorry I'm late.
here is my character:

Name: Jackie Miller
Age: looks 17
Appearance: Wide eyed girl with fire red hair and green eyes, stunning figure
Personality: Friendly, New in NY, fits in easily, sporty
Race and Power: has wings doesn't belong to any race as far as she knows, can fly, strong almost no magic about her, has the job to seperate a dead person from their body and bring them to the 'better place'
History: Lived a normal live in Chicago, until the day when she almost killed a girl in school by just shoving her.
Other: up for love

OK. New Room, new house, new school, new city... "Chill Jackie." I told myself. "Its just a new environment. You'll get used to this. You always do."
That for a fact I know to be true. Ive moved 3 times in the last few years, and I always fitted in. Except last time.
last time we didn't move for the reason we normally did. We moved because I nearly killed a girl, by just shoving her, and the night after that, I suddenly got wings. My parents thought it would be the best thing we moved. But I didn't want to think about that now.
When I came here the first time, I saw a girl unlock the door next to ours. "Looks like I have a neighbour my age. Ill just go over and say hi. That will be it, and Ill know someone. OK. Ill do this." I got up from the floor in the middle of giant boxes still full with my stuff, and moved swiftly out of the door.
It took me just a few seconds to walk to the next door. "NR. 6. I guess this is it.". i knocked on the door quietly. Just when I wanted to turn around and leave, a girl opened the door.

**who's the girl?**

*Guys, I know I've been writing in 3rd person so far but I don't really like it, I've found. I'm gunna switch to 1st person if that's okay, hope it doesn't disrupt things too much*

Theo

I sighed, shifting uncomfortably in the itchy hospital bed sheets, as the drone of night traffic and the occasional flash of blue lights enveloped the dark room. I leaned my fair bandaged head against the pillow, shifting my right arm which was now wrapped in a sling. Stupid thing. Every time the nurse saw I had taken it off, she'd gone hysterical at me. It wasn't even that painful anyway, but I thought it best to keep it on in case she came back again.
Hell's gates Asuka, hurry up, I thought to himself, relishing the moment when I could finally bust outta this place. I heaved another sigh, as the girl from today wormed her way into my thoughts again.
It still puzzled me that she actually cried over me. She doesn't even know who I am, and yet she acts like she cares... she would be the only one that did then.
Oh well. It doesn't bother me.
Then why can't I get that thought out of my head?
Urgh. Asuka. I must be going mad in here.
I frowned slightly, formulating my plan in my head. I'll take her for coffee maybe. Yeah, that's a good start. Get to know a little about her. Of course, I'll have to keep my power secret, and somehow keep an eye out for those little twerps from today. Should be simple enough... it's not like I haven't done this before. It would be a little fun before he got back to the real work: hunting down those other kids from today and killing them. Again, it should be easy if I let things cool off a little.
I was unaware that I was grinning wickedly at myself, until a figure appeared at the swinging wooden doors to the ward. I immediately recognised the contours of the girl, it was Asuka. She'd probably broken in by the looks of her, dressed in all black like a cat burglar.
"At bloody last," I whispered, being careful not to awake the snoozing patients on the ward.
"You're just a little angry cause you got beat, kid," Asuka said, folding her arms and chuckling quietly. My anger flared like a solvent being thrown into a fire, but now was not the time to be fighting with Asuka.
"I didn't get beaten, for your information. At least I don't go skipping around the streets." I started to imitate a prissy, high pitched voice. "Hey, I'm Ms Hiruna! I'm a psychologist! Look after your brain! Bye now!"
I laughed to myself, holding in the wince as his shoulder throbbed a little.
"Stay still already so I can heal you." Urgh. I hated being looked after. I prefered to let things heal themselves, but I can't walk around NY with a bandaged head and a sling. I'd look like a total twat.
"Done." The throbbing in my shoulder ebbed, as I flung the sling off and unwrapped the bandages on my head. My lack of energy disappeared.
"Thanks." And with that, she crept out the door and was gone. I quickly got changed into the bag of clothes she left me: jeans, trainers and a t-shirt.
The hospital wasn't easy to get out of, it was dawn by the time I found an open window low enough for me to clamber out of.
My feet hit the pavement, and I straightened out again, glad to have my head free from the cold black mist that had been so close to taking my life.
I lifted out my phone, checking the time. It was still a little early in the morning to call Violet. I'd give her a ring later. Besides, the least I can do is thank her for saving me, I chuckled, stepping out onto the New York street again.

*No idea what to post with Peyton just yet, will come back laterz*

Jaden G.: **I dunno... Whos Home???**

Violet

I used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word...

I switched off my alarm and groaned.

Last night I hadn't been able to fall asleep until 5am. I kept being plagued by the nightmares that returned again and again. I had tried to turn my fear into music, but of course Peyton and dad kept coming into my room to "turn the damn piano off".

I decided I'd better get up. I knew that I would have to talk to Peyton eventually, but I'd rather it happened later than sooner.

I was disrupted from my thoughts by a knock on the door.

Who could it be?

I cautiously opened the door to find a red-haired girl who I had never seen before, standing with a slight shocked expression, as if she wasn't expecting me to answer the door.

"Hi," she began. "I'm Jackie. I just moved in next door..."



**sorry to leave it there, but I'm not sure what else to write**

-Prospekt