The Underground(Lesbian Story)

Ice Queen meets Stupid King

As soon as Tasha and I got back into our dorm room, I opened my laptop and looked into the slayer directory. They should have sent her to background to my files by now, the administrators work fast. I found the files I needed, but there was something wrong with it; the background was forged. I knew it was forged because while I'm looking into the file, my laptop had another open application that was cross referencing everything and searching for possible forgeries of faked information. The whole background of this person was faked, that was the first thing I noticed even before I looked into the name. It was flashing red and tags showed from where they were taken, some were from obscure literature, unknown people and some lines from movies.

I scrolled through the whole application, and nothing else was faked, except her background. Well this is frustrating. I scrolled up again and started reading, I will find out whats really going on later.

Jenkins, Jeremy Julia

age: 17

location origin: London, England

Background....

Correction, the only thing credible about this person was the age and location. At least London, England is a real place and she looked her age, but the name... I don't know how to react to the name. It didn't sit right with me, or maybe it was just me over analyzing everything? But why did professor Klaus give me that warning? I frowned, this wasn't something I was comfortable with. It was annoying, and frankly, I hate not knowing anything. I shut off my laptop before I get even more frustrated, I set it neatly on my work table, which is the small desk beside my bed, and I lie down.

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"Max! Wake up! What the bloody hell is Ethan Wake doing outside our dorm? He barged in like a total bunghole and disturbed my peace."

Huh? I quickly sat up and look around, but everything was a blur. My glasses must have fallen from my face. I quickly feel around my bed, careful not to move around unless I want to accidentally crush my glasses. Once I've found them, I quickly put them on and glare at Tasha, who was glaring back at me. She had her hand to her hip and she had put her weight on one leg, looking at me for some sort of explanation or something. "What? Ethan? Why?"

I really don't want to deal with this right now, but it seems I don't have a choice. Tasha hated being disturbed, especially when people barge into our dorm room uninvited, well... no one was ever invited. Her cute english accent was present again, though, but don't tell her I think it's cute, she won't let me live that down. Tasha gave me one more glare, not moving from the spot and obviously expecting me to do something. With a sigh, I got up and kissed the side of her head, at least to try and calm her down a little. "Sorry, babe. I'll kick him back out as soon as I find out what shit he needs done."

"What is it, Ethan? Did you break your Vengeance again?" I opened the door, but didn't get a reply. Instead, the big lug decided to dart into the room, knocking me over in the process and sending me sprawled to the ground. Ouch. "Sorry, Maxie. I didn't think you'd fall. But anyway, my glove doesn't fit me anymore and I forgot how to resize it again." He explained, smiling sheepishly down at me from my bed. My bed. How dare he go straight for my bed!? Chairs were present for guests, my bed isn't a chair! I give him a glare and point to the chair on the corner. Ethan gave me a pout before moving to the chair, giving the still irate Tasha a wide berth. 

Well... Might as well introduce him. The guy who just rammd me to the ground is Ethan Darren Wake, the last of the Wake family. He was orphaned a few years ago when his parents, the legendary pair Darius and Aurora Wake, were brutally murdered by a band of California Bay Sirens or more commonly known as Cali water demons. His bloodline is the only one known to produce an ability called Berserk, and he's the last in the direct 'Wake Berserker' bloodline, which means he's a very valuable slayer and that's part of the reason why he's teamed with me. Ethan is older than me by a year, he's 20. He had an average, slightly bulky build, and for someone who lives by the bay, he is surprisingly white and he has grey eyes that turn into twin pools of raging storms when he's in the berserker mode.