*COMPLETED* (08.05.20)
Noah Sorin is a 17-year-old genius who is sent on a mission to the Elite high school, Bran Prep High.
His investigation? Vampires.
What happens when Noah stumbles upon Aleksei Maksim Griffon, a vampire with beautiful pale ski...
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Noah and Micka followed Astrid down the hall, quickening their pace just to keep up with her.
"Wait, so you're telling us that vampires actually exist?" asked Micka. She snapped him a dark glare and Micka jumped in his skin, almost tripping over his feet.
"Scream it to the world, why don't you?" snapped Astrid. "Lower your voice, this place is infested with vamps. We're going to use codenames from now on, got it?"
"What's the codename for vampires?" whispered Noah.
"Ducks."
"I'm sorry, what?"
Astrid ignored him. "Look, it's a word that people frequently use, no one's going to suspect a thing."
"Oh yeah, of course not, because they'll be too busy wondering why three idiots are having a conversation about DUCKS!" snapped Micka.
"And you're going to get eaten by one if you don't keep it DOWN," she snapped back. Noah felt like the ceiling was crumbling over them. This was even worse than when Micka and Tory were arguing. "Ducks are everywhere and their numbers have only multiplied these past few months so lower your voice."
Astrid was another student recruited by the FBI and the only one who was still alive. She was the reason why they had so much information on vamps, sending them samples and evidence she every month.
"Where are all the ducks coming from?" asked Noah.
"Someone's opening their coffins and waking them up from their sleep."
"Who's letting the vamps- I mean, the ducks out of their coffins?" asked Micka, still feeling like the codename was more than ridiculous.
"A duck named Nyx," mumbled Astrid. "He's one of the strongest, oldest ducks out there. Someone as ancient as him is the only one who would know where his old comrades were buried. We have to stop this duck from digging up more coffins."
"How are we going to do that?"
"We drive a wooden stake in his heart and bury it deep under the ground where no one will ever find him."
Noah and Micka could hear the anger and hatred in Astrid's voice, and they could tell that she must have had a couple of unpleasant experiences with these "ducks".
