Chapter Two

Christina had run away from the boys' hostel, she was

weeping bitterly near a fountain but it was impossible to see. The heavy

rain-pour had reduced drastically but it was still drizzling. As the tears left

her eyelids, the rain poured on her face washing away the salty droplets.

"Are you okay?" She heard Charles' voice almost

immediately. She turned behind her. He was about a few feet from her.

"Does it look like I'm okay?!" She shouted in

annoyance. "Can't you see that I'm crying because of that bitch sister

that I have?!"

"My fair maiden, crying in the rain forbids the

onlooker from seeing the tears," he wore his warmest smile, and as

Christina saw that smile. Her face eased up and she smiled back. This night had

not gone the way she thought it would but maybe, it wasn't so bad.

Whosoever the man before her was, he had saved her just by

being there and saying the right words.

"Christina!" She shouted as hard as she could.

"What?"

"You asked for my name earlier, it's Christina."

"That's a lovely name," he shouted back.

"What about you?"

"Prince Charles," he took a courtly bow. "At

your service."

"Really?!" There was a twinge of sarcasm and

excitement in her voice.

"Of course not," he laughed merrily. "But I

am Charles. Just not the one with claims to a crown."

"You are awesome enough, you don't need a crown."

Charles' smile grew even warmer, he didn't know who she was

but she said all the right words to make his heart skip a beat but the smile on

his face instantly turned into a mortified expression. "Christina,"

he threw his legs as hard and fast as he could. "Run!"

It was too late! Before Christina could register his

message, an overwhelming force connected against her back. She fell to the

ground with an audible thud. Her mouth hit the ground forcefully and she found

herself coughing out blood. She tried to stand but she felt a boot print on her

back. It pinned her to the ground and try as she did, she couldn't overcome the

strength of the one on top of her. Charles had stopped running, he was about

three meters from her. There was an aura around him as he stared directly above

her as if he were looking at someone.

"Hunter," Christina recognized the sound of that

voice. It was the housemaster of Kingsville hostel(the one who was missing from

his post). Her left eye began to switch uncontrollably. Just what the hell had

she walked into...

"She has nothing to do with this," Charles spoke

calmly. "This is between the both of us."

"You slaughtered my pack on numerous occasions,"

the housemaster began. "and it hurts. Do you know what it means to turn

loyal wolves, train them, have them killed, and still do it like five fucking

more times and still the same results?"

"Your kind feeds on humans. You are a vermin that needs

to be wiped out. And damn you for turning humans, I lost some important people

that way."

"Aww, is the death of dear old Gerrick still hurting

you? His meat tasted bad, that must mean he had cancer. I was doing you all a

favor. Would you have liked it if the last memories was him bedridden on some

hospital bed slowly counting the seconds till he died, of course not. That's

why I changed the script, he was one recessive wolf and unlike you, he was all

bark and no bite. If I wanted a bitch, I would have turned a girl."

Charles didn't say anything but a wicked smile spread across

the housemaster's lips. "You have a thing for the young lady, don't

you?"

Charles felt a sweat drop from his forehead as he heard

that. There was a slight increase in his body temperature and his heart rate

beat slightly higher. Of course, this would have been impossible for any human

to hear but the housemaster was no human.

"The stoic hunter," There was a cruel tone to the

housemaster's voice. "Has a crush. I thought y'all had a rule of no

communion with non-hunters. You are a very bad boy," the lines on his face

contorted to reveal disdain and malice. "It will be satirical to watch

your crush crush you."

"No!" Charles made a quick feint to his right

which caused the housemaster to change his attention but as he did. He brought

out his left arm and threw a silver dagger in the housemaster's direction.

The housemaster stretched his right arm and the dagger was

frozen in its position. It was a few inches from piercing through his forehead.

"What the hell is happening?" Christina gasped.

"The full moon is out and so are all my

abilities," the housemaster grinned evilly. "Hunter, what do you say

about putting those silver daggers to their intended use."

"No!" Charles cried but a shockwave erupted from

thin air. The wave pushed Charles backward causing him to crash vehemently

against the ground. The housemaster released his foot away from her back and as

he did, Christina rolled away to escape. Hurriedly, she stood to her feet and

tried to run but an invisible force held her in place.

"What the hell is happening?" She muttered to

herself as sweat dripped from her forehead. "Why can't I move?" Her

body was motionless and not a single limb would obey her command. The

housemaster strolled towards her. With every step he took, the palpitations of

her heartbeat grew more intense and felt even louder. Soon, he stood directly

before her - he was as tall as Charles but had more rugged facial features. He

was handsome but in a redneck sort of way.

"From the discussion," he smirked evilly.

"You could infer that I ain't exactly the gentlemanly type so you'll have

to forgive my manners but I don't chase after women."

Christina tried her hardest to speak but words wouldn't

form. In futility, she tried to weep but tears wouldn't fall. The housemaster

brushed her hair away from her neck. There was an evil smile on his face as he

looked at Charles. Charles was conscious but he still laid on the ground. His

eyes were affixed at the housemaster and Christina. His red forehead burned

with rage.

"Girl, be a good girl for Daddy and cause our fellow

hunter a good old mental fuck," The housemaster grinned and bit his fangs

into her neck. Christina's eyes shut in horror as she fell into an unwanted

slumber.

After a while, she collapsed to the ground.

"My saliva shouldn't take too long to circulate. Soon,

you'll be testing the silver daggers you love so much. Entertain me once more,

my dear hunter."