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"I'm gonna need a coffee after this... How many corridors are there in this fucking school?!" Remy Sanders turned the corner, meandering down what was at this point about the 15th corridor.
It was pretty easy to get inside the school; a free space for a janitor's job and a quick flash of his forged ID easily got him the job. But not after being warned that the last one died only two nights before- completely drained of blood- but Remy already knew that. And, unlike everyone else, he knew how.
Vampires.
The hunter had been called by a close friend about a vampire nest in a nearby school. Now normally he wouldn't bother (he wasn't particularly experienced with the bloodsuckers), but they insisted Remy sort out the problem because his son, Virgil, had friends at the same school. He would have immediately said "Go get Roman then, he's basically all over the kid." if it wasn't for the puppy eyes that the hunter practically felt through the phone. So he begrudgingly accepted.
"Fine, but if I die- especially on his birthday- it's your fault bitch."
"Language!"
"... Later Patton."
"See ya soon, kiddo!"
The echo of his trainers and his own breathing were the only sounds that reached his ears in the deserted school halls. The vampires probably knew he was already here, whether it's because they've seen his truck outside or they could smell him... he doesn't know. And frankly, he doesn't care.
A sudden hiss from behind Remy made his brown eyes widen. He slowly glanced behind him to see four vamps blocking the hallway, teeth already out and eyes like slits of ice. Four was way too many to take on all at once; he'd need to pick them off one by one. "Oh... Don't mind me, I'm just a lonely janitor-" Usually, he'd have some sort of snarky remark to make, but instead, his voice trailed off, and after a brief pause, he bolted the opposite direction. Not even a second later the vamps gave chase, joy in their eyes.
As he ran, he noticed that with every split in the corridors, there was a vampire blocking only one of the options, forcing him to tear the other way. However, he was too busy wishing he hadn't come to hunt possibly an entire nest of vampires that his mind had yet come to the conclusion that the razor-toothed terrors were driving him straight into a trap.
Eventually he skidded to a halt in the food hall, almost knocking into a table in the process. Using the last of his diminishing energy, he sprinted to the other side of the largely empty space to a pair of double doors when he heard the thudding of footsteps not twenty meters behind him. Finally, a gateway to the outside world. Who knows, maybe the sun is up alrea-
Rattling the handles, Remy realized in vain that it was locked. Doesn't matter, if he's quick enough-
Too late. They're already here. How he wished he was sleeping right now. Why the fuck did he decide to go alone?
The monsters sneered; celebrating a hunter as their catch of the night. Remy only crossed his arms in irritation.
"Giiiiirl, you need to learn not to play with your food." Ever so carefully, he slipped his wooden stakes into his hands and adjusting them, itching to get this over with. Eight vampires - all circling him and trying to look intimidating. But, as Remy was fully aware, he's the kind of person who can find a way to piss off every species of supernatural being.
“Hey, you hungry little leeches, here for the special? We’re having 'stake' tonight!” He grunted with effort, as he threw one of the stakes in his jacket as hard as possible, embedding itself into the closest vamp’s chest before they evaporated into dust and it clattered to the floor. Remy was so surprised it worked that he almost didn’t see two more charging either side of him. Improvising, Remy re-adjusted the one in his hand and ran towards the one coming up on his right, twisting around them and stabbing them in the back. They turned to dust, revealing the second vamp who soon followed by impaling themself on the wood.
"Three down, five to g- Wait, where’d everybody go?" His eyes widened as he observed the vampire-less hall, the pale moonlight illuminating the remainders of dust that danced in the air.
Letting his guard drop slightly, he tucked his stake back into his satchel and took cautious steps towards the entrance to the dining hall back to the corridor, picking up the other stake as he went. Just as he arrived, he caught movement at the edge of his vision. It held no shape; a blurry shadow, small and fast. He brandished his weapon.
Was there someone- no, something else here, or just paranoia?
But a hunter can never be too paranoid.
Remy gulped back his fear before calling out.
“H-Hey! Anybody there? If you’re under the legal age to be here at night, come here so I can tell you off like, uh, the adult person that I most definitely am!”
...Nothing.
“What the fu-” Remy was cut off when a hand grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around, then twisted his arm.
Guess there’s one bloodsucker left then. Oops.
Remy let out a cry and dropped the stake as the figure lifted him up by his shirt, then threw him to the floor. He slid a few feet across the tiles with a groan; the vampire loomed over him with sharpened and bloodied fangs which froze the blood in Remy's veins.
Nails dug through the leather sleeves, into the skin, as Remy gritted his teeth in frustration, trying to hold the vamp’s head away from his, but teeth grew ever closer to his neck. He had something more important to find before dying today.
“Pat, you son of a bitch - I’m gonna haunt you so hard you’ll-” But he was cut off when a stake swiftly protruded out their neck, almost getting the pinned man in the eye. The vamp disintegrated, causing Remy to cough when he inhaled dead vampire. The confused man got to his feet and dusted himself off, then eyed his surroundings.
Nothing. Again.
“Huh…” His brows furrowed. "Who's there?"
“Well, uh… Thanks for, uh, saving me from that vampire, I guess.” he called out into the seemingly endless hallway.
“You’re welcome - though I almost killed you as well. This is… Kinda new an’ all… Sorry ‘bout that.”
Turning round, he faced the owner of the voice and gasped. There's only one boy that can dress like a My Chemical Romance reject, while still managing to look like a complete cinnamon roll.
"Virgil? What the fu-" he shrugged the rest of his anxiety off his shoulders with a shiver, "What are you doing here?"
Virgil leaned against the bare grey wall of the corridor. "Easy; vampire." The seventeen year-old grinned, white teeth glinting in the moonlight.
That's... Not a good sign. Patton's gonna be so mad.
Remy struggled for words as Virgil rubbed his shoulder, helping to ease his quivering nerves.
"H-How? When?"
Virgil stared at the floor as he spoke. “Just over a week ago - I was walking home after school when I got jumped. They…” he paused, “They beat me up quite a bit before biting me and leaving me there in that alleyway to die. I turned before I bled out though, thankfully…”
Remy had recomposed himself by the time the teen had finished his story; still keeping his eyes to the floor.
“Does Patton know?”
The silence was deafening.
“... I’m guessing that’s a no then.”
“It’s fine, dad doesn’t need to know-”
The oldest held up a finger with a disapproving gaze, cutting off whatever else Virgil was going to say.
"Sure, and I don't need to know the lines to every song Roman's ever sung in the shower. But I do."
Virgil cocked an eyebrow and sniggered behind his sleeve, but Remy continued.
"Have you fed off of anybody? It's been a week." When Virgil shook his head, his eyes narrowed. "Surely you've gotta be the least bit hungry by now...?"
"What d'you mean? I fed off of a couple of those dudes just now."
"W- You mean you sucked the blood outta the bloodsuckers?!"
The young vampire tilted his head in confusion and shrugged. "Yeah?"
Remy started to pace, each hand taking a turn to run itself through his plum purple locks, only succeeding in messing his hair up more. Virgil watched, quiet and concerned, as the other whispered under his breath.
"Jesus fucking christ; he's a cannibalistic vampire. What the fuck, what the hell, what the bloody hell...?!"
Said vampire fiddled with the sleeves of his hoodie while Remy continued with his outburst. After a long silence, he suddenly whipped around and rested a hand on the younger's shoulder.
"Girl, we need to see your dad. Like, right now."
"Can we sort out the rest of the bodies, first?"
"Wh- Well yeah, obviously. But then we'll go to Patton."