The Dark Hunters

Chapter 2

Livy POV

I speed walk down the hallway, ignoring my headache. I have to get to my advisory and act like everything is ok.

I dump everything in my locker, except for a book, and walk as fast as I can to my advisory.

I make it just in time. I glance at the clock. 7:50 am. 3 minutes until something bad is going to happen. I swallow the feeling of dread and start to pretend reading.

Somehow, I start actually reading the book and almost forget to look at the clock. but something triggered my insides and I glance at the clock. 7:52.
I drop my book. I stand up to grab it, but a guy in my advisory, Brandon, grabs my hand, swings me around, and dips me. His hand tightens around my waist.

The teacher yells, "Stop that! Let go of her!" But he doesn't let go. In fact, his fingers felt like claws digging into my waist. He moves his head a little, which gives me a perfect view of the clock. 7:53. Time to take action.

I bring my knee up, and knee him right in the jaw. I hear a cracking sound as he lets go of me, and his hands fly to his jaw. Which is now, dripping blood.

This is it. My secret will be out. They will know who I really am.

I don't look at anyone but Brandon, but I know everyone is watching me. I can feel their eyes on Brandon and I. Brandon is on his knees now, spasming.

I get into a fighting postion, still looking at Brandon, but addressing to the class. "Everyone remain calm and exit the building right now". When I don't hear anyone moving I yell, "RIGHT NOW!"

They still don't move as Brandon, suddenly stands up, and grows. Straight up. Growing hair on his body, his clothes tare from his body, settling in shreds on the floor. his face is distorted into some kind of beast. Basically like a werewolf. But worse.

He looms over me by two feet now, and he lunges. I hear people scream and shout as he slams into me. Searing pain runs up my arm. I yell and throw him off me. In the moment he stumbles, I have my chance. I quickly glance at the terrified students in the room, and yell, "MOVE!". This time they do.

Brandon is on all four paws. His needle white teeth baring, blood and saliva dripping from his mouth. "I'll lead him out while you run!" I say to the class. "Get as many people out as you can!"

I take off running. I don't make it 6 feet before he is on top of me. I feel his rock hard paws slam into my back, taking my breath away. I land front first hearing a sickening slap as I smack the floor.

I feel the wound on my head reopen and felt blood dripping down the front of my neck.

He lodges his claws into my back, I let out a startled cry as he plucks me off the ground and throws me through a solid wood door to another advisory. The advisory where my love is in.

I hear terrorized screams as I crash right through the door. I am in so much pain, I can't even scream. A piece of wood gets lodged in my side, as I crash through. Blood gushes out of my side, as I land on my back. Suddenly I feel the pain shot up my body, and I remember how to scream.

I scream even louder as brandon jumps through the hole in the door and slices my leg. I manage to scream, "RUN!" To the students who are frozen in fear and shock. Most of them take the hint and make a run for it, but others are still in shock. And I can't blame them.

I know I will die saving these students. But it's my job. I swore an oath a long time ago that I would protect the students I was assigned to. I am ready to fulfill that oath.

Using all the strength I have left, ignoring the pain, I shakily got to my feet, and let out a rallying cry and slam into Brandon. Knocking him right back out the door. I hope the other students see this chance to flee.

I collapsed backwards onto the hard ground of the advisory.

Blood is everywhere. With a bad feeling, I realize it's all mine.

I keep drifting in and out of consciousness.

My vision is blurred, and I gasp as Peter suddenly comes into my view. My love, Peter, right here, looming over me. I can see the fear and sorrow in his eyes. He is desperately trying to stop the blood from flowing. But he can't figure out where it is coming from.

I can't feel anything but pain. Everywhere, I see red. Nothing like I have ever seen, or felt before. I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die. Repeats over and over in my head, and before my eyes, I see his chocolate brown eyes, hovering over me.