Eternally Hers

Part One

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Saoirse Kane

For a building with such classical architecture, the interior of the Oregon Institute was both modern and opulent. Upon stepping inside, one of the guards situated directly to my right glanced up and examined me. Nothing about my physical appearance would gauge any reaction from a human, perhaps some stares and whispers, nothing of suspicion, but I knew the guard was surveying my humanity.

​Humans were not allowed entry into such a building, as it was strictly for supernatural access. The guard, a lean, decently tall blond, nodded at me when I sent him a nonchalant glance. Despite his confidence in me being a supernatural, I could tell his stance was rigid, and his heart beat ever so slightly faster.

​Vampires were not very liked amongst Hunters. We were one of the most physically vicious species of supernatural, but certainly not the worst. I'd met my fair share of warlocks and faeries to prove it.

​Brushing off my encounter with the guard, I surveyed the large room to find the front desk. Despite living in Oregon the past three years, I'd never once stepped into the Oregon Institute, as I'd never had a reason to. I lived in Roseburg, which was nearly three hours away, and I certainly was in no rush to communicate with the Hunters here.

​Much too prejudice and inhospitality for me.

​I glanced at the opulent chandelier hung on the opposing side of the lobby, trying to mask my disdain. Hunters had more enhanced senses in comparison to humans, but certainly nowhere near the senses of other creatures. The chandelier was almost unbearable to look at. I almost laughed – they most definitely chose it on purpose.

​The sound of my heels clicking on the tile was silenced when I stepped on the ginormous rug situated in the centre of the room, making my way to the large mahogany desk only fifty metres away. From where I was, I could make out the look of contempt that slid on the receptionist's face when her eyes landed on me.

​I held in a smile. For the one species meant to protect the rest of us, they sure did make their opinions of us blatantly obvious.

​When I finally reached the desk, I stood in front of it, smiling at her politely. Her badly-hidden scowl made my gums throb uncomfortably – my inner monster was not impressed by her attitude.

​Vampires were vicious in nature, and my nature was telling me to put her in her place.

​I chose not to anyways, mostly because I didn't truly want to kill her, but also partially because when I surveyed the room, I'd counted seventeen Hunters in the main lobby alone, including the two guards. I was much stronger physically than them, but not entirely sure if I could take out all seventeen by myself.

​"What can I do for you?" She finally spoke, her glance expectant and somewhat bored. She was rather pretty; chestnut curls that stopped at her collar bones, amber eyes, a straight nose, her upper lip curved into a delicate cupid's bow.

​"I'd like to speak to someone about a growing issue in Roseburg, Oregon," I replied back politely, shooting her a smile – fangs retracted, of course.

​The bored look remained on her features as she asked, "Can you specify?"

​"Of course," I smiled again, "There's a growing number of newborn Vampires that have been causing quite the disturbance in the area."

​She managed to compose her features quickly, but not before I picked out the surprise that fluttered across her face. She was shocked I was coming here to report on Vampires – my own kind. Hm, I pondered, is this not common?