Hunters Academy

Chapter Two

"My advice to you buddy is to be very quiet."

I spit the words at Brant, my lips curling up into a small sneer. Brant snaps his mouth closed quickly, whatever he was going to say drying on his lips. I fight back a wince when the busty blonde haired stewardess makes her way once again back through the isle of the plane to remind us that we will be landing and we should place our seat belts on. As she heads back to her seat to buckle, Brants thoughts drift way beyond the PG rating and I grit my teeth in agitation. Pervert. His thoughts had strayed far beyond ratings many times throughout the very, very long plane ride. Most of those thoughts being directed towards me. Though I scare him, he also thinks that I look like an angel, a short, snowy haired, icy blue eyed, scary as hell angel. His thoughts, not mine. I breathe a sigh of relief when the stewardess alerts us of being able to exit the plane. Seeming to be in quite a hurry, Brant leaps from his seat, his thoughts jittering wildly. I follow behind him slowly, cocking my head at him and laughing slightly when he bumps into a small woman holding a large travel bag, almost knocking the frail woman onto her back. His footsteps become even more rushed and I find myself having to jog to keep up with his long legged pace. Brant turns to me, his eyes flashing brightly before picking up my large suitcases from the baggage claim area. I had been so focused on trying to make out the chaos that is Brants thoughts that I hadn't noticed how many people were milling around us, buzzing like flies in my ears. Thoughts are like stagnant pools of water, calm and peaceful until even the slightest touch brings forth ripple upon ripple of meaningless conversation and chatter. Their thoughts are overwhelming for a second and I fight to regain focus on Brants chaotic thoughts. The buzzing in my ears becomes fainter as I follow slowly behind Brant as he struggles to carry both of my suitcases. I hold out my hand in offering but he shrugs it away, shaking his head and once again quickening his pace towards the door. Once outside I let out a small sigh of relief at being away from the abundance of people. Brant leads us towards the back of the airport parking lot and throws both of my suitcases into the back of a very large truck. I roll my eyes at the overly large vehicle and climb slowly into the passenger seat with a huff. Brant hops easily into the drivers seat and backs out of the parking lot.

"How far away is the school from here?"

He whips his head towards me, his hand skittering nervously over the steering wheel. I cock my head at him, raising an eyebrow in question. His thoughts peak into a long line of screeching noises and I wince, gripping the door handle tightly.

"About 30 or so minutes."

He mutters the words quietly and I give him a small nod of acknowledgement. I lean back in my seat and place my foot upon the dash, looking out the window at the bleak scenery. Nestled in the middle of nowhere, as to not draw attention from regular humans, Hunters Academy rests on a whopping 60,000 acres of bland, tree filled land. The Academy receives most of its money from donors but also receives a hearty sum from the airport. The Academy's land is heavily guarded at all times, except apparently today.

"Stop."

The word spews from my mouth loudly and Brant jumps, slamming on the breaks. The large truck comes to a screeching halt and Brants thoughts flip violently. I ignore his hectic thoughts and jump from the truck with ease. My senses heighten and the hair on the back of my neck rises. My skin crawls and I leap into the back of the truck just as a body slams into the passenger side door. A snarl flys from the mouth of the very angry vampire that has just left a size able dent in the side of Brants truck. My heart flutters with excitement in my chest and a smile graces my lips. Spittle flys from the maw of the angry vamp, thoughts filter through my head. I shuffle backwards quickly when I realize that the muddled thoughts are coming from the vampire who is circling the bed of the truck. My head swims, vampires don't have thoughts, their heads are filled with blood red static noise and nothing else. The vampire in front of me is young, maybe my age and stringy hair hangs past his shoulders. He smirks at my confusion and I blink slowly at his cockiness. He stands at the end of the truck bed, his shoulders hunched and his arms flicking violently at his sides. His leg twitches and I leap into action. I sail smoothly over the back of the truck, my converse clad feet landing square in the middle of his chest. The young vampire rolls, feet over head, before landing with a growl on his back. I land lightly on my feet and let out a small grunt when he kicks out at my shins. He stands quickly and I dodge his swinging hand, ducking beneath his outstretched arm I slam my left foot into the back of his right knee. A satisfying crack resounds through the empty road when his knee meets the pavement. A cry escapes the vampire and his thoughts flash red with fury. The thoughts distract me and the vampire takes the opportunity to grab the bottom of my shirt and yank me onto the pavement with a cry. I let out a small grunt when my shoulder slams into the pavement and roll onto my back, catching his other hand before his elongated nails can scrape across my face. I twist his wrist in my hand and the hand that is gripping my shirt tightens as he snarls from the pain of my hold. I sit up quickly, the palm of my hand meets his nose with a fast upward thrust and his hand loosens on my shirt. I release his hand, roll away from him and stand in one swift motion. He reaches for me again and the heel of my foot slams into his chest, he flys onto his back and I place my foot onto his chest, applying pressure with my heel. I hear the sound of his ribs cracking beneath my heel and an elongated yowl escapes him. His inability to heal the injuries he has sustained surprises me, vampires are very fast healers, the only way to be sure that a vampire is truly dead is to separate the head from the body. Though him not being able to heal as fast is an advantage for me, confusion filters through me.

"What are you?"

I cock my head at the stringy haired boy on the pavement and scoff when he grins at me, his teeth yellow in the sunlight. I hear a small shuffle behind me and I whip around, my fist landing forcefully against the sternum of the large man who had been trying to sneak up behind me. The large man heaves and reaches for me, I grab his hand and twist, pulling him towards me I turn and flip his large body over my back. I step on his shoulder, his wrist still gripped firmly in my hand.

"Who the hell are you?"

The large man, clearly a hunter, let's out a chuckle and then a groan when I press harder against his shoulder. I duck and a fist flys over my head. An angry sigh escapes me, where the hell are these guys coming from? My shove my elbow back and kick backwards with my foot. The satisfaction of his knee buckling beneath the force of my kick makes me grin and I release the hand of the man in front of me before turning and ramming my knee into the side of the guys head. He crumples to the pavement, his body slack. The man I had flipped over my shoulder begins to laugh and I turn back to him, raising my eyebrows and blinking slowly at him. He continues to laugh and I throw my hands up in agitation before turning away from him and stalking back towards the truck.

"Welcome to Hunters Academy Honor."

I turn back to the dark haired hunter and throw up my middle finger, smiling slightly. His laughter deepens and I shake my head before opening the door of the truck and climbing into the passenger seat. Brant has reclined his seat, placed his arm over his eyes and turned the air conditioning on blast. I scoff loudly at him when he casually brings his seat back up and puts the truck into drive.

"What a great help you were."

I mutter the words darkly and glare at him before throwing my feet up onto the dash again. He shrugs, a small grin upon his lips before winking at me.

"I figured you had that one handled babe."

I turn to him slowly and quirk an eyebrow. He really should have kept his mouth shut.

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