A rewrite of The Hunters: Destiny Rising. By LJ. SMITH.
LJ.SMITH created Klaus.
A stand alone monster.
No family.
No redeeming qualities.
"I'm one of the Old Ones! An Original! Do you know what that means? I've never died. Every one of you has di...
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Bonnie was padding across campus in bare feet, her ice-cream-cone pajama bottoms flapping around her ankles. Oh, great, she thought dismally. I forgot to get dressed again.
"Are you ready for the test?" Lexie asked brightly next to her.
Bonnie stopped and stared at her suspiciously. "What test?" She asked. "We don't have any classes together, do we?"
"Oh, Bonnie," Lexie said, sighing. "Don't you even read your email? There was some kind of mix-up, it turns out and we all have to pass a big high-school Spanish exam we missed, or we won't really have graduated."
Bonnie stared at her, frozen in horror. "But I took French," She said.
"Well, yeah," Lexie said. "That's why you should have been studying all this time. Come on, we're going to be late." She broke into a swift footed run. Bonnie stumbled after her, tripping over the laces of her Converse high-tops. Wait a second, she thought. Wasn't I barefoot a minute ago?
"Hang on, Lexie," She said, drawing to a halt to catch her breath. "I think this is a dream." Lexie ran on, though, straight and sure down the path, her long, blonde hair flying out in the wind as she left Bonnie behind.
Definitely a dream, Bonnie thought. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've had this dream before. "I hate this dream," She muttered. She tried to remember the conscious-dreaming techniques she'd been talking about with Alaric. This is a dream, she told herself fiercely. Nothing is real and I can change whatever I want. Glancing down at herself, she made her sneakers tie themselves and changed her pajamas into skinny blue jeans and a black top. "Better," She said. "Okay, forget the exam. I think I want . . ." Possibilities were flying through her mind, but then she forgot them all, because suddenly in front of her was Zander.
Wonderful, darling Zander, who she missed with all her heart. And Shay ."I hate my subconscious so much," Bonnie mumbled to herself.
Zander was gazing down at Shay with a small smile, giving her that adoring look that was supposed to be reserved for Bonnie alone. As Bonnie watched, he ran his hand gently over Shay's cheek, tipping her face toward him.
