Slayer. Conniving, threatening, malicious, dangerous, purging, lethal, menacing, mysterious, murdering, killing, diabolical, horrendous, cold, stone-hearted, dark, evil, devious, manipulative, frightening, conspiring, havoc, chaotic. All words that describe the black cloaked figures known as Slayers. They cause fear to be felt by humans and supernaturals by just hearing the word Slayer. The things Slayers have done would make anyone rethink anything they are doing even the most stubborn-headed people. No one can find out their identities unless they want you to.
Zaine Reaplurk VonAxel. Also goes by Slayer 1901091419. Most do not know the name, even though she has been at Trenton Public High School for years. She walks the halls of Trenton Public High School sticking to the shadows that are there and keeping in the background of everything else. At night she lurks the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to take down her prey.
Tyrus Louie Swalerton. A person that's considered 'popular' at school. No, not the 'popular' who are snobs and think that there better than everyone else, but the 'popular' who are known throughout the whole school and have the attention of most of the people in the same room. He has a few select friends that he hangs out with everyday, but other than that he doesn't really interact with anyone else. Females throw themselves at him and his friends, but they push them away. He was also an alpha werewolf.
One day Tyrus notices a strange female he doesn't remember seeing before. That female is Zaine. A few people who asks know who she is, but scarcely anyone knows anything about her. He tries to get Zaine to open up to him, but nothing he does seems to break the coldness that is known as Zaine. Little does he know that Zaine is much more dangerous than he can ever imagine. If he knew that he was trying to converse with a Slayer he would be running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Yet again, Zaine is his mate.
High School.
A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade.
We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now.
Why you ask? I'll tell you.
My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt.
Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here.
Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall.
That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.