Hunter's Soulmate

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Fridays are terrible days. For one, Quinn, my cousin, and I have just gotten home from the Academy. But we also go to regular high school during the day. The reason that my cousin and I go to two different schools: we’re vampire slayers. We kill the scourges of the world.

See the reason that we are the hunters is simple enough. They killed my parents. That left my aunt and uncle, Quinn’s parents, raising me and my siblings. And between our two families there are twenty kids. Quinn and I have ten siblings, including ourselves, apiece.

Anyway, the regular school that I’m getting ready for is Athena High School, home of the Spartans. Since I just got back from the Academy, I take a quick shower before heading down three flights of stairs, like I said there are normally twenty-two people living in my home at any given time; sometimes even more than that. But I digress... when I make it down into the kitchen, I grab some toast and nutella when I see my cousin was already here. Quinn is tall, over six feet, with short black hair and forest green eyes.

Quinn says, “Hurry up. We’re going to be late.”

Sarcastically saluting him, I grin and say, “Your wish is my command.”

The corner of his mouth twitches and a laugh bubbles up into his expressive eyes. As I reach for my school bag, he starts telling me about our current mission.

“The vamp is about 150 years. It has been viciously killing women in their homes for close to two weeks now. The current vic count is up to 30. When the team gets together after school I’ll send a picture around to everyone.”

“Ok. When and where is the meeting?”

“Under the tree house, like normal. Five should be great for everyone. Let me know if you have to stay after for any reason. Anyway, get your stuff. We need to go. Mom and Dad took everyone else already.”

“Ok, ok. I’m moving, I’m moving.”

When we get out to the car, I notice that there is a piece of paper sticking out of my bag. I pull it out to find a threatening note:

Hello, Ivory. This message is a warning to you and yours. Do not hunt me and my kind. This warning should be heeded. If not watch your backs. Warn the others.

I read this aloud to Quinn. He grunts and tells me to text the others on our team: Meet at the treehouse at five. Text if you can’t make it by then. We are purple unicorns when it rains.

The text is written in ancient Hebrew and, as you should already know, the last one is code. It means that we are being threatened by a vamp we are on the hunt for.

The only things truly special about this note is that it was written in an elegant calligraphy. Even though the words themselves look like they are extremely thought out and time consuming, the sharpness of the written form, instead of a woman’s curves, indicates a commanding male. That makes me curious...who is the vampire that we are hunting?