<>The Hunted<>

Gah, brb!

Mk, cool. Him and Micah are in that class, sooo...

... Pavo, we have a reply for you on the last page, I think...

Mitseru: "Cool, thanks," I say as I hop off the railing. "And it's onky because if the whole name thing. The gymteacger kept calling me andI never responded. When she saw I didn't care if she made me run a few extra miles, she told me to go."

Hey Pavo, sorry to bother you, but are you coming back to YJ? We really don't know what your plans are for Lux's team...

Gemma: "Well, maybe you should write your name on your hand once you remember it," I suggested.

Mitseru: "Aha! Why didn't I think of that before?" I grin as I start to walk down the hallway. "Who said the younger ones aren't smart?"

Gemma: I followed after him, my class being close to the detention room. "Older vamps," I mumbled. "They give me hell all the time."

... Want Will to chat with Rose?

Shure.

Rose: I sighed. Damn, I lost my chance. I walked back to class, setting the hall pass on the teacher's desk and going back to my seat.

Will: I adverted my eyes as she walked in, trying not to look smug. She probably thought I was a curious human boy or something. Rose, do you know who this is?

Rose: Oh great. You again. Can vampires go insane? It sure looks like it to me.

Wiil: Look straight, blonde hair, the one who's 'ego' you boosted. Yeah, you didn't.

Rose: That was you?! Damn. Usually guys died when I smiled at them. You're different.

Name: Marisol Garcia
Age (Human and vampire): 17 and 274
Hair: Thick, black, latino waves.
Eyes: Warm, brown, and clever.
Body: Tanned skin - she's half-hispanic - and a modelesque figure. (Thin, but not lacking in curves)
Special power (If you have one): None.
Personality: Manipulative, flirty and seductive. Marisol uses all her vampirely good looks, and natural charm to snag the best prey. She has deeper secrets locked away, but for the most part appears to simply be a slut.

where are Will and Rose?

Will: I supressed a chuckle. Very.

(In some random class...)

Rose: if you're a Hunter, you're dead. After class. Your ass is mine.

Marisol: "Hey, Will," I smirked in a flirty way as I slid into my typical seat next to him. I knew he was a vampire, but flirting was fun.

Will: "Hey," I said with a friendly smile. "How's life?" I asked, chuckling.

Marisol: I laughed at his lame joke, the sound like tinkling glass. Around me, I felt guys trying to discreetly check me out. But that sort of thing didn't get past a vamp. I flipped my hair at them, and turned back to Will. "How about you, hottie?"

Will: "Dull... It's all getting so old. If I have to hear the damned speech of Dr. King one more time, I might die," I smiled, making another pun.

Mary-Ann (Blood)

When was this going to end?

I'd never thought about it before. How my second life would end.

I knew for sure it wouldn't be by Hunters. I was too smart for them, too clever, to used to their silly killing games.

Or maybe they'd surprise me, but not likely.

I'd hope it would be a death I'd cause. Straight poison, maybe with some ice and a drop of blood for flavor.

And when? Never?

Maybe I would never die.

And what if I did? What then? What next?

A third life?

We are the Hunters. We are the third life

Their slogan jumped out at me. They always repeated it whenever they killed a vampire.

Does that mean that when we die, we become Hunters?

But vampires have been around for so long. And Hunters just started popping up recently.

I pushed it away and waited for the lecture to end.

(Should I make another charrie or should Will talk to her?)