Preditor & Prey: Chapter Two Part Two

Chapter Two (continued)

       I stumbled into my biology class and barely remembered handing my passbook for Mrs. Tucker to sign before I took my seat. I couldn’t concentrate. Thoughts were a swirling through my mind, racing, and jumping over one another fighting for my attention. Questions and theories unwound themselves from the jumbled mess. There were two thing off about Zev, one I knew and one I did not. I had never known anyone who was able to sneak up on me or away without me knowing it, not even the extremely talented Will; and for the mysterious Zev to have done so twice in a row, so effortlessly? What a strange boy he was indeed.

A strange, gorgeous boy, my mind whispered.

       I squashed the thought immediately. I had a boyfriend. His name was Will. Will the most talented paranormal assassin that the world had ever seen. That meant strange, mysterious, beautiful boys were off limits.

       But that doesn’t stop you from looking.

       Did it? I didn’t have the time to ponder that because the bell rang, forcing me up out of my seat and out into the hallway.

       After that, it wasn’t long before Will caught up and kissed my cheek.

       “Hey,” hey whispered, wraping his arms around me.

       “Hey,” came my still distracted reply.

       “Babe? What’s wrong,” Will asked, concerned.

       I opened my mouth to tell him about Zev and how something was…off about him; but something stopped me. What it was- I don’t know.

       “Nothing, I’m fine. I just didn’t like my class, that’s all,” I lied.

       Will nodded, but didn’t seem to believe me. He kissed my cheek once more and dashed off to class.

Preditor & Prey: Chapter Two

Chapter Two

       I hid out for a few more minutes until I finally had to make an appearance in my classroom before Jasper found out that I had gone AWOL and cut me into little pieces- literally!

       I know that so far today Jasper has came off like a complete and utter stick in the mud, but she really isn’t. Stavros has just been on her case constantly lately, he blames her for the three of us getting kicked out of the last to schools we’ve attended, when, in reality, the blame rests solely on Will, and Stavros knows it. Not that he’d ever admit it. Will? His shining star? Never. So the target of his tirade is Jasper, the oldest and our team leader.

       I had been wandering the halls for a few minutes before I realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was going.

       “Dang it!” I growled.

       “Need some help?”

       I whirled around. Behind me stood one of the most gorgeous people I had ever seen in my life. A boy, around my age, awaited my reply.

       “Yeah. Do you know where Mrs. Tucker’s biology class is,” I asked coolly.

       “Sure. I’ll take you there, it’s on my way anyway. I’m Zev by the way,” he replied, his voice was deep and melodic as he held out his hand.

       “Kira,” I answered, and met his hand with my own only to yank it back as a warm shock made its way from my palm all the way up my arm.

       What the hell?

       Zev pulled his back as well and ran his hand through this longish hair that was darker than the night itself looking flustered.

       “Follow me,” he called, and darted down a random hallway, making me speed walk to catch up with him.

       We walked in silence for a bit before coming to a stopped in front of an open doorway.

       “Here you are,” Zev announced.

       It took a minute for his words to register; I was, at the moment deep in thought, trying the figure out how he had been able to sneak up on me after all my years of training.

       When they did though, I immediately spun around to thank him only to find myself alone in the hallway. Zev was nowhere in sight, and I hadn’t even heard him walk away.

       Again, what the hell?!

Preditor & Prey: Chapter One

Chapter One

       “Kira,” Mr. Delany called, taking roll, and, like most people, he pronounced my name with a long ‘I’ sound.

      

       I rolled my eyes in annoyance, “It’s pronounced ‘Key-ruh, Mt. Delany,” I corrected.

      

       Jasper’s stormy grey eyes glared daggers at me from under her sharp blue bangs. Yes, I said blue, a deep navy blue that contrasted well with her tan skin. And no, it isn’t dyed, it’s all natural, a weird side effect from the trauma of losing her parents at the young age of five.

      

       Don’t start, her eyes practically screamed.

      

       Chill, I won’t mess this up, my eyes said back.

      

       Jasper snorted and the bell rang signaling the end of homeroom.

      

       “I’m just saying, Kira. We don’t need to get kicked out of another school,” Jasper said as we collected out our books and made a B-line towards the door.

      

       She said another school because our team of three had managed to get expelled from our last two schools- I won’t go into detail just yet, but I’m pretty sure Stavros won’t tolerate another, and, believe me, you don’t want to be on his bad side.

      

       “Hey, baby,” a familiar voice said, wrapping their arms around me.

      

       He had obviously been waiting for us.

      

       “Hey, Will,” I said, turning around in his arms so I could stand on my tip-toes and kiss his cheek.

      

        William Dodds, the third member of our deadly trio, top Paranormal Assassin- and my boyfriend of two years. I studied him as that affectionate smile spread across his face. I drank him in, his six-three frame, his blonde hair, his grey eyes, and to think he’s just a year older than me. It has always puzzled me how this boy could be so ruthless as to kill in cold blood.

      

       “Will! Kira! No PDA on school grounds! I know it’s your first day but that’s no excuse,” a nearby teacher yelled.

      

       We both stepped away from each other and Will opened his mouth, to mutter what I’m sure was a witty comment, but stopped when he felt Jasper’s dagger poking into his back.

      

       Don’t even ask how we get our weapons through school security- it isn’t easy, trust me.

      

       I glanced around; nobody noticed the weapon Jasper had pressed against Will.

      

       “They’re sorry Miss Simmons, it won’t happen again,” she said sweetly.

      

       “Be sure that it doesn’t,” the teacher said and turned on her heel and walked away.

       “Do not mess this up! Go to class,” Jasper hissed, and stalked off.

      

       Will winked at me, and then took Jasper’s advice, leaving me alone.

      

       Instead of going to class I went to the restroom- Hey I’m new; I can always say that I got lost, right? - And observed myself in the mirror.

      

       Long black hair? Check.

      

       Blue eyes? Check.

      

       The irritating height of five-eight? Yup.

      

       All the looks of innocence, I thought as I fingered my switchblade in the concealed pocket of my jeans.

      

       But, true to my name, I’m a killer.

(No Title)- help would be appreciated

Prologue

      “Jaylen! Stop! We only want to talk to you,” one of the men called.

        I kept running and didn’t reply.

        Yeah, right, I thought, you two showed up and said that my “father” sent you to collect me, you must not have done your homework or else you would have known that my father has been dead for ten years.

        I took a sharp left into the alleyway that I knew so well and darted into Lizzy’s shop before my pursuers even turned the corner. I leaned against the door, breathing hard. Lizzy was right; track really did pay off. While I was waiting for my breath to return I pressed my ear against the door and listened as their pounding footsteps faded into the distance. What creeps. They had been waiting for me as I walked out of school today and I took off before they even finished getting the first sentence out of their mouths.

        “Are you alright dear?” I turned to meet Lizzy’s familiar blue eyes tinged with worry, and her blonde locks framing her face.

        “I’m fine,” I lied. I didn’t need to worry her; she was still frazzled over mom.

        Mom.

        “It’s for the best, honey,” the female officer soothed my ten-year-old self as they hauled my screaming mother away, “Your mother’s sick and she needs help. Look on the bright side, you get to spend some time with your aunt Lizzy,” she continued on about how much fun I was going to have with my father’s sister. Lizzy, and how I could visit my mother in the hospital, but I wasn’t listening. I was eavesdropping on two nereby officers’ conversation, “Poor girl,” one officer said, then shook his head in pity, “First she loses her father in a plane crash, now her mother goes off the deep end,” his partner nodded his head in agreement, then they got in their squad car and left.

        That was the day my mother was taken to the crazy house. She had always been a bit eccentric, but it had gotten worse after my father died when I was six, just four years before my mother cracked.

        I remember that day well.

        It was a warm summer day when my mom decided that we needed to go shopping for next year’s school clothes, so we hopped in the car and drove to the small store I town. We had been sifting through the racks for a little bit when my mom stopped dead and starred across the aisle at a man who was glancing our way.

        My mother whispered a word that seemed to strike a terrible fear into her heart; she seemed so utterly terrified that even I was beginning to become afraid.

        Then she started screaming.

        “Stop that man! Stop him! He’s here to take Jaylen! He is going to take my baby! Somebody stop him please,” she cried hysterically.

        Some clerks rushed to see what the commotion was about, but when they looked to where my mother was pointing to where the man had been standing, there was no one there. He was gone. Vanished.

        I’m sure you know how it went from there.

        But that one word, that one word my mother whispered. The one that scared her so bad; it still haunts me to this day.

        Faery.