Enemies by Design

Been Waiting for Me, Have You

The Davenport Motel. What an original name for the only motel in a town called Davenport. 

Seriously, humans get an award for non-originality. At least vampire covens had great names, before they suffered a massive genocide at the hands of the hunters (again, original name for a group of people with guns who hunt down supernaturals). A wave of sadness was brought over me at this thought, but I quickly shoved it away. I was tough, and if I thought about what had happened to my family, my facade would slip away.

I parked my beloved motorcycle inside, and made my way to the counter. 

I handed over a wad of wrinkled cash and was quickly on my way up to the 4th floor with ring of keys in hand. This motel was seriously unwelcoming but I had no need for luxury. In fact, I liked how low key it was. The scents of the other ever-changing array of people living not far from me would mask my scent to a certain extent, and with a quick jump out the window or the fire escape I had two quick escape routes should something go wrong. And something always goes wrong in my experience.

Slipping off my leather jacket, I took a quick look in the mirror, looking at myself fully for the first time in ages. Blue-green eyes stared back at me, framed by dirty blonde hair that fell down by back. I smirked. I'd matured in the past year while I'd been on the run. Puberty looked good on me.

Not bothering to take a shower, I slipped off my boots and slung them next my jacket on the mangy carpet, taking care to slip my dagger out of my left boot and leave it on the bed next to me. I had fangs and I had claws, but the only thing that could truly hurt a werewolf, or a vampire for that matter, was silver. My dagger was important to me, like my jacket and my motorcycle.

With that, I fell into bed feeling a little bit more safe and was fast asleep. I wasn't actually safe, I knew. But I never really was and this was as good as it ever got. 

I had weird dreams that night but when I jolted awake in the morning I couldn't really remember exactly what had happened. I was wide awake though, and so decided to finally take that shower and get ready for my second day of school. No doubt it would be an eventful day. 

Within minutes I had changed to a similar outfit as yesterday, tucking the dagger into its spot in my boot and throwing on my well loved leather jacket. 

I hopped on my ride and was on my way, wary that no one had seen me. My spot would surely get discovered soon enough if anyone made any effort at all to look for me, but it couldn't before I'd done some things first. Then I would move and be on my way as usual. Another state. Another high school. Like I'd been doing for the past year. 

Constantly being on the run wasn't fun, but it wasn't a lifestyle choice. Yes, vampires were loners, very different from werewolves in that there were fewer of us and we didn't necessarily hang out in packs. Just our covens, usually consisting of family and extended family only. Years ago when humans had started to find out about werewolves and vampires, they had formed the hunters, who waged war on the supernatural, armed with silver bullets and legions of men to spare. The werewolves had suffered great losses, but vampires had been almost completely annihilated. The vampires that were left were still being hunted down as she was and had gone into hiding or were on the run from the hunters. 

Her reminiscing was cut off as her sense alerted her to something. She was nearing the school, but something was off. Where yesterday she had smelled just as much human and she had smelled werwolf, today was quite different. And when she turned into the parking lot she immediately found out why. There, standing in her spot, was Blue Kingsley, leaning against his own motorcycle, offering her a knowing smile. If it could even be called a smile. It looked more predatory to be honest. 

She didn't flinch. He was after all just one werewolf. But he had an air of confidence about him, unwavering in his silent challenge as if he knew he could easily best her if it came down to it. He wasn't even with the rest of his pack, for fucks sake, but a sense of power radiated off of him in waves as if he had 100 men behind him ready to back him up.

She didn't show any of her doubts, giving him a lazy grin back. If she showed her fear she'd be dog food.

She stopped in front of him, pulling her ride to a halt directly facing his spot.

"Been waiting for me, have you?"