We spend the next three hours planning and getting ready.
Then at exactly one o'clock in the morning, the people that were guarding the front gate of DMHS's High School headquarters stand around. Most were sleeping. Some were out & about walking around on gusrd duty.
Then, someone starts screaming, "Hey! Slow down! Slow down!" As he notices a moving van speeding right toward the front gate.
It didn't slow down.
"Everyone, move!" The same guy cries out, diving out of the way.
Immediately everyone follows suit, leaping to the side. The moving van crashing through the stone wall and gate before crunching into the front school entrance before finally getting wedged and stuck. The wheels are still burning rubber as smoke rises from the screeching tire.
For a second, all is still. Then the guards that still can, get up, firing shots at the cab. Although such weapons couldn't possibly affect a vampire, it could do a little bit of damage to a werewolf. Which was maybe what they were hoping as one of the less injured of the two men rush up to the cab screaming, "Get out now! Get out! Hands up!"
The smoke was still rising. Partly from the tires still going and partly from the smoke under the hood, from the engine and even the smoke coming from the air bags that had popped out. He squints through the smoke, firing more shots. Then he yanks the door open firing even more shots.
Only... there was no one in the driver's seat.
At that very moment, other hunters come running up, calling out, "What going on?" and, "Check for injuried!" Or, "Kill it! Kill the monster!" from the people farther back, still thinking a monster was in the van.
But there wasn't.
Then, suddenly, the back of the moving truck opens. A pack of 11 hell hounds come pouring out the back of the truck. A man at the entrance, who was injured, immediately getting torn apart as his screams get cut short.
"Monsters! Call backup! Back up!" They scream over the radio, trying to fight off the beasts.
Meanwhile, outback, Fletcher and I scale the stone fence, jumping over the back fence just as the last of the guards run off to the front where screaming and gunshots can be heard. I drop down with Fletcher right behind me, "Do you know where you're going?" He whispers to me.
"Not at all." I say, heading around the side of the school. I peek in through a window. Looking around. Then quickly sprint to the next set when all looks clear.
"Do you at least know what you're looking for?" He asks.
"Of course I do." I say, moving to the next set of windows.
"You know I can hear the fluctuation in your heart when you lie, right?" He asks.
I nearly trip, throwing him a glare, "Shut up." I hiss back to him, "I'll know what I know when I know it. Okay?"
I roll my eyes and run to the next set, stopping short. If not for Fletcher's vampire reflexes he definitely would have ran right over me. He makes a, "Hyup!" sound when he stops short, "What?" He whines.
"Right there." I say, pointing through the window to a wooden traveling crate about the size of a large dog crate.
"That?" Fletcher asks, "For a person? That's too small, Quinn." He says.
I stare at it for a second, then shake my head, "No. No, this is it. My gut is telling me this is it." I say, pulling out a knife before cutting out the bug screen in the window. Fletcher immediately reaches over me and opens the window. Then, he interlocks his fingers and boosts me up and I crawl in.
"Hurry up. I don't know how long 11 hell hounds can keep them busy." He whispers to me.
"I know, I know." I say back, sprinting over the hard tiles to the box. I crouch down, pulling out one of my bulkier knives that can take a beating. I slip the knife through the tiny gaps in the wood and use the knife to pry it open bit by bit.
After the third time doing this, an acrid smell comes out. Putrid and vile. My nose crinkles and I look back at Fletcher. Who was still outside the window. I could tell by his face that he could smell it too with his vampire sense. He shrugs, gesturing for me to continue.
I pry back more and more, then grab my sword to jam in there as I brace myself on the other side and finally pry back a large chunk of wood, opening up about half the wooden wall on one side. The wood creaks and groans in defiance as I force it back.
I come back around, to look in and freeze solid, my heart nearly stopping as I see inside. For, in the far back was a young girl about my age. With reddish brown, wavy hair, hanging in thick, greasy clumps. Her skin was pale, like freshly fallen snow, with tiny freckles flecked all over her face, shoulders and chest. She had yellow, green and purple bruises all over her body. The tiny, malnourished young lady was barely considered more than skin stretched over bone. She wore nothing except for a tank top that was far too big for her. Her arms wrapped around her bony body. Her Ice blue eyes slowly shift up to look at me. Vacant and lost.